Martial God Asura

Chapter 6429: The Spirit God Clan’s Secret Skill

“Is that person the size of a realm?” Chu Feng asked.

“No, that is exactly how we saw him.” The Heavensword Sacred Palace’s Palace Master gestured to the portrait she drew of the black monstrous beast.

“How does he sound? Does he have the same voice as the person we heard from within the gate?” Chu Feng asked.

“Yes, they sound the same,” the Palace Master replied.

“I see...” Chu Feng fell into deep thought.

“Young friend Chu Feng, why did you ask if that person is the size of a realm?” Eighth Zhao asked.

Chu Feng told them that the person in the portrait greatly resembled the person he had previously met, whom he suspected to be the master of the Immemorial Cemetery.

“The person we met is the master of the Immemorial Cemetery?”

That revelation made the crowd realize that their opponent was stronger than they had expected.

“But the voice and size are different. It could be a clone, or maybe they are only from the same clan,” Chu Feng revealed his analysis.

“Brother, t-t-that isn’t the main point. The main point is that we’re no m-m-match for him!” Wang Qiang replied.

Chu Feng eyed Eighth Zhao and the Palace Master. He could tell they had lost all fighting will.

“Let me give it a try,” Chu Feng said.

“You? H-h-how? How do you intend to beat a Heavenly God, not to mention a r-r-rank five Heavenly God? Isn’t this courting d-d-death? Calm down. There must be another w-w-way.” Wang Qiang panicked, knowing that Chu Feng would do as he said.

But how could Chu Feng defeat a rank five Heavenly God?

The crowd fell silent. The only ones who stood a chance against that person were the Zhao Immortal Clan’s Clan Chief and the Heavensword Sacred Palace’s Palace Master, but both of them had fallen in defeat. An air of despondence shrouded the crowd.

“Big brother, I’ll accompany you.”

“Brother Chu Feng, I’ll go with you.”

“Chu Feng, take me with you.”

Three voices echoed. It was Little Fishy, Song Yun, and Xian Miaomiao.

“W-w-why are you all going, too? So that you can die together? We can’t do this by force. T-t-there must be another way. Let’s brainstorm. Maybe the key is n-n-not to defeat him?” Wang Qiang said, though he couldn’t think of a solution either.

“I have an idea,” Shen Hui suddenly spoke up.

Everyone turned to Shen Hui.

Shen Hui turned to Chu Feng and said, “Master, I have a conjecture.”

“What is it?” Chu Feng asked.

“The Seven Stars Orbs appear to be our ticket out of the Immemorial Cemetery, but they also confer benefits to those who have inherited their legacies. Perhaps, the goal of the Seven Stars Orbs is to find successors to their legacies, and this is a trial targeted at you. Maybe the ones who ought to challenge that person are the inheritors of the Seven Stars Orbs,” Shen Hui said.

“That doesn’t make sense. That person is a rank five Heavenly God level cultivator, whereas Chu Feng and the others are only juniors!” Zhao Zhuyin said.

“We have been underestimating the Immemorial Cemetery. We know next to nothing about it, but it knows everything about us. Our gathering here might not have been a coincidence. Our clan can do more than just bestow our spirit power to others; we can also transfer a person’s cultivation to others. We can borrow the Palace Master’s cultivation and simultaneously imbue it inside our master and the others,” Shen Hui said.

“You’re saying that you can simultaneously raise the cultivation of many people to rank five Heavenly God level?” Eighth Zhao asked.

“We can’t do it for too many people, but doing it for ten people should still be within our means,” Shen Hui replied.

“I don’t think it’ll work. The Palace Master and I have personally experienced that person’s strength. This is not a challenge that can be overcome with more people.” Eighth Zhao revealed his worry.

“The secret skill only uses the lender’s cultivation as a medium. Those borrowing the cultivation won’t be able to use any means to further raise their cultivation, but their fighting prowess will be retained, and they will be able to use their martial skills as well,” Shen Hui replied.

“That’s incredible!” Eighth Zhao’s eyes lit up with hope.

He knew that Chu Feng and the other juniors were top-notch prodigies whose talents surpassed earlier generations of experts, including legendary figures who dominated the Ancient Era. Their fighting prowess was bound to outclass older generations like theirs.

If they could raise their cultivation to rank five Heavenly God level while retaining their fighting prowess and means, they might stand a chance against the black monstrous beast.

“Why didn’t you mention it earlier?” Tianjian Canhua said coldly.

She felt like her palace members had unnecessarily risked their lives earlier, if such an option had been possible from the start. If Shen Hui had said it earlier, they could have just done this right away.

“Your Heavensword Sacred Formation boasts unrivaled strength among rank five Heavenly Gods. I didn’t think it would be impossible to construct formations in there,” Shen Hui replied.

Tianjian Canhua was rendered speechless.

Indeed, they had been planning to use the power of the Heavensword Sacred Formation, and they didn’t think it would be impossible to employ it.

“Won’t your formation be nullified in there, too?” the Palace Master asked.

“Our secret skill differs from traditional formations, and we can construct and activate it out here. It’s unlikely that it’ll be restricted,” Shen Hui replied.

“Are you certain? This is our final chance. All of us will die if it fails,” a Heavensword Sacred Palace’s elder said.

Shen Hui fell silent. She couldn’t give any guarantees, either.

Chu Feng turned to the elder and asked, “Do you have other ideas in mind? I’m all ears.”

“I... This...” The elder had no answer. She wouldn’t have been standing helplessly here if she had an idea to contribute.

“I believe the formation is going to be centered around our Palace Master, right? If so, we’ll need to know what the side effects are,” Tianjian Canhua said.

“I promise it won’t cause the slightest harm to the Palace Master,” Shen Hui said.

“Don’t worry about me. Our survival is at stake, and Lord Qingyuan has ordered us to offer unconditional support to young friend Chu Feng. You can be assured that our Heavensword Sacred Palace will offer unreserved support for this,” the Palace Master said.

“Shen Hui, what about you? The formation should place considerable burden on your clansmen, right?” Chu Feng asked.

He was a world spiritist as well, so he understood that it was no easy feat to transfer a third party’s cultivation into someone else. Such a formation was bound to put a heavy toll on the world spiritist.

“Don’t worry, master. It is one of our clan’s bloodline secret skills. We can withstand it,” Shen Hui replied.

Chu Feng nodded. He turned to the crowd and said, “Elders, I think Shen Hui’s idea is feasible. Please feel free to share your ideas if you have any. Otherwise, I’m inclined to give this a try.”

“Our Heavensword Sacred Palace approves this idea.” The Palace Master made her stance clear.

The others also voiced their agreement.

Shen Hui’s idea was the most feasible one thus far.

Having come to a decision, the Spirit God Clan began constructing a formation. It didn’t take long for them to complete it.

The crowd could sense the ingenuity of the formation. It precisely extracted the Palace Master’s cultivation.

Chu Feng, Little Fishy, Xianhai Shaoyu, Bai Yunqing, Yuwen Yanri, Wang Qiang, Xian Miaomiao, Song Yun, and the new king waited outside the formation.

The next step was to transfer the cultivation. The Spirit God Clansmen sliced their wrists, allowing a huge amount of their blood mixed with their spirit power and bloodline power to flow into the formation.

Chu Feng frowned.

Shen Hui had clearly understated the toll that their secret skill would have on the Spirit God Clansmen. In just an instant, all the Spirit God Clansmen’s faces turned ghastly pale.

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Translator Note:

In essence, fighting prowess refers to how strong one is within a cultivation rank. Think of it as sub-tiers within a cultivation (F to S)

In terms of fighting prowess, Chu Feng would probably be S-tier, whereas Eighth Zhao and the Heavensword Sacred Palace’s Palace Master are at C-tier.

If Chu Feng retains his fighting prowess when his cultivation is raised to rank five Heavenly God level, by virtue of his superior fighting prowess, he would be stronger than Eighth Zhao and the Palace Master (S > C).