High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 295 A Sincere Conscience! Secluded Cultivation, Island of Death! Senior Yunzhou!

"Qin Feng, the Ferocious God!"

"It's him! The new student that Teacher Nine Spirits King brought is actually that legendary figure!"

"No wonder...no wonder our teacher told us not to cultivate, but to wait quietly...it turns out that a miracle really does only take an hour!"

The pride and confidence that the students in the East Campus felt at this moment had long been shattered by this undeniable and ironclad fact.

They stared blankly at the black-robed figure that had just emerged from the Imperial Tower as a streak of light, their eyes filled with indescribable complex emotions.

There was shock, awe, fervor, and even a hint of... fear.

Especially Devin, whose usually icy and aloof face was now filled with dejection.

She stared blankly at the name on the stone tablet, then glanced at Qin Feng, who stood calmly in the distance, and a storm raged in her heart.

She was always proud of conquering the ninety levels, and even had the idea of ​​going to the Island of Death because of it, believing that she was qualified to fight for her race.

Her three years of hard work were nothing more than an hour's leisurely stroll in front of him.

Her proud ninety-one floors were nothing more than an insignificant step leading to the ninety-nineth floor in front of her.

It turns out that the gap between people can indeed be so vast as to be an insurmountable chasm, leaving one feeling utterly hopeless.

"Cough cough."

Just as everyone was still immersed in the great shock, a light cough from the Nine Spirits King pulled them back to reality.

Even he himself was far from being as calm as he appeared on the surface.

He envisioned Qin Feng setting an astonishing record, perhaps reaching ninety-nine floors, taking several days or months.

But to his utter surprise, Qin Feng only took an hour!
This means that Qin Feng's strength has far exceeded the limits that can be described by the category of "divine prohibition".

His foundation is so solid and his strength so formidable that he has probably truly reached the level of the legendary "Emperor" at the same realm.

"That old bastard, Devouring Heaven, really struck gold this time..."

King Jiuling sighed inwardly, then composed himself and resumed the serious demeanor befitting a teacher.

His sharp gaze swept over every student present, lingering particularly on Devin for a moment before he said in a deep voice, "Devin, now you see. You did not win."

Devon's body trembled, and she silently lowered her head.

She lost, and she accepted it wholeheartedly.

Faced with an absolute disparity in strength, any words seem pale and powerless.

She finally understood that the teacher wasn't asking for her opinion or giving her a chance; instead, she was using the most direct and cruel method to make her face reality.

The Nine Spirits King's voice suddenly rose, becoming incredibly stern, and exploded in the ears of every student like thunder: "Now, you've all seen it! What does it mean that there are always people stronger than you, and heavens beyond heavens! Even with Qin Feng's strength and his unparalleled foundation, entering that Island of Death and Fall still meant a nine-out-of-ten chance of death! And you? You still want to go to the Island of Death and Fall?"

"Before you go, ask yourselves honestly! How many resources has the human race spent and how much effort has it poured into raising you? Are you just going to the front lines to die in vain, driven by mere enthusiasm?!"

The Nine Spirit King's rebuke struck the hearts of everyone like a heavy hammer.

The trainees lowered their heads in shame. The arrogance that once belonged to the prodigies on their faces had vanished, replaced by deep self-reflection and lingering fear.

They have indeed become somewhat arrogant and conceited due to the comfortable environment of the Holy Temple.

"But...but Senior Yun, he..."

In the midst of this solemn atmosphere, Devin suddenly raised his head and spoke defiantly.

Her words carried a hint of resentment and sorrow.

However, before she could finish speaking, King Jiuling waved his hand to stop her.

"All right!"

The Nine Spirits King's voice carried an undeniable resolve, "Never again mention the Island of Death! Now, everyone, return to the East Academy to continue cultivating your respective secret techniques and solidify your foundation! Await the Academy's next training mission. Without my permission, no one is allowed to leave the Holy Academy even a single step!"

Having said that, King Jiuling stopped looking at the crowd and turned to walk towards the East Courtyard.

His back view appeared somewhat heavy.

More than forty trainees dared not disobey in the slightest and silently followed behind him.

Qin Feng also followed at the end of the group. He could keenly sense that when Diwen mentioned the words "Senior Yun," there was an extremely subtle, almost imperceptible pain hidden beneath the seemingly calm aura of the Nine Spirit King.

The group returned to the East Courtyard. King Jiuling dismissed all the students and took Qin Feng alone to an elegant quiet room.

Inside the quiet room, the aroma of sandalwood wafted through the air, creating a tranquil atmosphere.

"senior."

Qin Feng bowed solemnly to King Jiuling, and then said directly, "Thank you for your guidance today, senior."

I plan to study the basics of potion making and formation making in the vast sea of ​​books, and after mastering them, I will go to the Enlightenment Stele Forest to learn and draw on as many secret techniques as possible to lay a solid foundation for my 'Path to the Limit'.

Once everything is ready, I will set off for the Island of Death.

His plan was clear and well-defined, and every step was carefully considered.

"it is good."

King Jiuling simply nodded and waved his hand to indicate that he understood.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes—a mixture of worry and anticipation—but it ultimately turned into a barely audible sigh. He said nothing, only, "Go."

Qin Feng understood. He could roughly guess that what the Nine Spirits King wanted to say might be related to that "Senior Yun".

That senior is most likely a descendant of the Nine Spirit King.

He might have wanted to ask if he could help him out on the Island of Death and Fall, if the opportunity arose.

But his pride as a powerful king of the human race, and his unwillingness to let personal feelings cloud his judgment of the public good, ultimately led him to choose silence.

Qin Feng felt a deep sense of respect for such a king.

He could harden his heart and send his own son to the front lines where life was extremely difficult, to fulfill the duty of a martial artist with his life.

Yet, they couldn't bear to let Devin, a top genius with purple-gold spiritual power, take any unnecessary risks.

Qin Feng could guess some of the reasons behind this.

It's probably because the son of the Nine Spirits King, that Senior Yun, while his talent is certainly not bad, is probably far from reaching the level of Devon.

If Senior Yun also possessed purple-gold spiritual power, even if King Jiuling himself agreed, the highest levels of the human race would never allow him to set foot on the Island of Death and Fall.

This demonstrates the wisdom and decisiveness of the human race's leadership: good steel should be used where it's needed most.

In fact, this is very cruel.

But in this cruel universe, cruelty is also a form of efficiency, a way to maximize profits and minimize losses.

Qin Feng said nothing more, bowed deeply to King Jiuling once more, and then turned and left the quiet room.

However, when he stepped out of the meditation room and prepared to leave the East Courtyard, he found that the road ahead was blocked by a group of people.

It was Diwen and his group of more than forty students from the East Campus.

"Ok?"

Qin Feng stopped in his tracks, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"Senior Qin!"

Devin spoke first, her expression incredibly serious, her gaze fixed intently on Qin Feng, "Are you... really going to the Island of Death?"

"Well, I'm going."

Qin Feng's answer was simple and direct, without any hesitation.

"Then...are you confident?"

Another student asked anxiously, his voice filled with worry, "The teacher said that even if you went, it would be a near-death experience..."

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng smiled gently. He looked around at the still somewhat immature faces and asked, "How old are you all this year?"

The students were slightly taken aback, but they still took turns announcing their ages.

"Three thousand seven hundred years old."

"Four thousand two hundred years old."

"I am the oldest, I am already five thousand one hundred years old."

……

Hearing these answers, Qin Feng couldn't help but be surprised.

The largest one is only a little over 5,000 years old, yet it has already reached the realm of the ultimate black hole.

Such an astonishing growth rate can probably only be achieved by the Holy Academy's "academy-style" training model, which disregards costs and allocates unlimited resources.

However, this also means that they spend most of their time in quiet seclusion and theoretical study, and experience very little real life-and-death battles or carry out brutal missions.

Such a group of "cabbages" carefully cultivated in a greenhouse, let alone going to an ultimate meat grinder like Death Island, would probably not survive even if they were randomly thrown into a chaotic resource-grabbing area.

Qin Feng's smile remained unchanged, but his voice became meaningful: "Actually, there's no need for anyone to feel guilty or blame themselves for this."

"Now, ask yourselves one question."

The moment he finished speaking, an invisible and intangible yet vast pure black spiritual power, as boundless as the cosmos, emanated from Qin Feng's body.

This spiritual force was not offensive in any way, but it carried a supreme pressure originating from the very source of the soul, instantly enveloping everyone present.

Under this terrifying mental pressure, the trainees felt their minds were clearer than ever before, all external disturbances were shut out, and they could only confront their own inner selves.

Qin Feng's voice, like the resounding words of the Great Dao, echoed deep within their souls:
"If, in the future, you are enfeoffed as marquises, kings, or even emperors, and possess the power to protect a region, will you dedicate your efforts to the survival of the human race?"

Will you, like your teacher, the Nine-Spirit King, dedicate yourself wholeheartedly to the future of your clan?

Under this soul-searching pressure and interrogation, no one can lie, and no one can escape.

They calmed down and thought about the problem seriously.

After a moment of silence, one firm answer after another rang out.

"meeting!"

"I can!"

"We martial artists have cultivated here, and it is our duty to protect this place!"

Everyone gave their heartfelt answers.

Qin Feng slowly withdrew his mental energy, and the suffocating pressure instantly vanished.

He looked at the resolute eyes of the crowd and nodded in satisfaction.

"If you ask yourselves honestly if you can do it, then you don't need to be fixated on making a contribution for a single moment."

Qin Feng said calmly, "If you ask yourselves honestly if you can't do it, then get out of the Holy Academy on your own."

"It's a very simple thing, isn't it?"

Qin Feng's words were like a bolt of lightning, cleaving through the fog in everyone's hearts.

They suddenly understood.

"Makes sense!"

"Thank you for your guidance, senior!"

Everyone bowed to Qin Feng, their pent-up frustration and guilt vanishing, replaced by an even stronger belief in their cultivation.

This is Qin Feng's consistent style of doing things.

I have a clear conscience!

"senior!"

Just then, Devin stepped forward again, her eyes clear and sincere, and asked the same question once more, "Are you really sure?"

Qin Feng looked at her and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

His laughter was bold and unrestrained, full of unparalleled confidence and domineering spirit, as if he wanted to tear a hole in the sky!
"grasp?"

His laughter ceased, his gaze becoming disdainful, and he spoke each word clearly and distinctly, his voice resounding throughout the entire Eastern Academy, even reaching countless powerful figures from the other four academies, who heard his astonishing declaration:

"I, Qin Feng, have not yet been promoted to Domain Lord, so even Domain Lords cannot do anything to me!"

"Once I advance to the level of Domain Lord, I will be invincible below the rank of Marquis!"

How arrogant and domineering these words are!

However, when these words came from Qin Feng's mouth, and when the surrounding experts sensed that fleeting, pure black spiritual power that made their souls tremble, no one thought he was exaggerating.

Because he is the ruthless god Qin Feng!
He was stating an undeniable fact that was about to become a reality!

Once he breaks through to the Domain Lord realm with his supreme Dao foundation, who below the Marquis level can defeat him?

The students in the East Campus were also infected by this soaring passion and their blood boiled. They all looked at Qin Feng with fervent eyes.

"Senior Qin!"

Devon took a deep breath to calm his agitated emotions and solemnly said, "If you encounter a martial artist named 'Yunzhou' on the Island of Death, could you... save his life if you have the chance?"

"Naturally."

Qin Feng smiled and agreed without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, a voice that only Devin could hear rang in her ears:

"He must be the son of the Nine Spirit King."

Devon's body trembled almost imperceptibly, and he nodded silently, which was taken as tacit agreement.

"I see."

Qin Feng nodded slightly and said no more.

He turned around, took a step, and walked out of the east courtyard.

All that remained were the forty-odd students from the East Academy, staring blankly at his proud and resolute back, unable to recover for a long time.

……

Since parting ways at the East Campus, Qin Feng's figure has once again sunk into that vast and boundless ocean of knowledge.

The vast ocean of books and knowledge, this miraculous land built from endless jade slips and a torrent of information, once again revealed its unfathomable depths to him.

If the previous ten years of learning weapon crafting were merely like picking up shells on the shallows of this ocean, then conquering the two major disciplines of formations and potions was no different from an extreme deep dive into a bottomless trench.

Qin Feng's figure disappeared like a speck of dust among the layers of bookshelves that resembled undulating mountain ranges.

He found a more secluded corner, where the light seemed to be absorbed by the weight of knowledge, making it appear deep and tranquil.

He sat cross-legged, and his spiritual power, which had reached the "pure black quality," spread out like mercury, silently probing into the virtual screen in front of him.

Above the screen, under the two huge category headings, 【Array Formation】 and 【Potion Studies】, are hundreds of millions of subcategories, far exceeding the complexity of 【Weapon Forging】.

"let's start."

With a calm mind, Qin Feng first opened the basic outline of [Array Formation].

In an instant, as if the universe had just begun, an endless stream of information surged into his sea of ​​consciousness at a speed far exceeding the speed of light. This was no longer simply reading text, but an infusion akin to the "Tao."

The most basic array runes were no longer two-dimensional planar symbols, but came to life in his spiritual world in three-dimensional, four-dimensional, or even higher-dimensional forms.

The birth of each rune involves the most basic psionic particles in space, demonstrating how they aggregate, flow, and resonate.

Qin Feng saw how the "Spirit Gathering Rune" distorted the surrounding space through a specific structure, forming a miniature psionic funnel;

He saw how the "repulsion rune" constructed an invisible force field wall through reverse psionic frequencies.

This is just the beginning.

When he tried to understand the combination of the two basic runes, the difficulty increased exponentially.

This is not as simple as one plus one equals two. The psionic fields of the two runes interfere with each other, and their structures must be fine-tuned to achieve a delicate balance.

This is like using vocabulary from two different languages ​​to construct a completely new sentence that is grammatically correct and has a clear meaning.

And this is merely a combination of two runes.

Even the simplest "miniature spirit gathering array" requires the coordinated operation of at least thirty-six basic runes.

Each of these thirty-six runes must be precisely positioned, oriented, have its psionic output power, and follow the exact order of psionic energy flow between them.

If any part of the formation deviates by even a fraction of a trillion, the entire formation will either fail or, in severe cases, suffer from spiritual energy disorder and explode on the spot.

A single rune contains billions of spiritual energy fields, and a single spiritual energy field contains billions of aggregation patterns!
What terrifying computing power would that require?

Qin Feng finally understood why array masters held such a lofty position in the universe.

Each of their formations is tantamount to using psychic energy and rules to write a precise "cosmic program" in the real world.

Even in the art of weapon crafting, there are secret techniques like the "Ancient Luo Hammer" to follow, and specific materials to touch and forge.

In the introductory stage, the study of formations is almost entirely pure theory and deduction.

It requires learners to have a "super brain" capable of encompassing the vast universe.

Countless beings spend their entire lives only to achieve something in a specific niche, such as "fire-attribute defensive formations".

What Qin Feng needs to do is to understand its essence.

His Primal Singularity foundation and the mechanical race's talent demonstrated unparalleled superiority at this moment, supporting his "pure black quality" mental power in performing extremely high-intensity calculations.

Qin Feng's consciousness seemed to split into billions of threads, each thread simultaneously deducing the possibilities of a rune combination.

If one thread fails and crashes instantly, a new thread immediately takes over and continues the deduction based on the failure of the former.

In his mental world, countless attempts and failures are completed in a mere second.

In addition to massive computing power, array formation studies also require a profound understanding of the universe and all things.

The sharpness of "metal", the vitality of "wood", the gentleness of "water", the explosiveness of "fire", and the weight of "earth".

These five basic attributes of spiritual energy will exhibit completely different characteristics in different array structures.

You need to know which rune structure can maximize the explosion of "fire" and which array circuit can guide the spiritual energy of "water" for the most effective healing.

In addition, there are wind, thunder, light, darkness, space, time... Each attribute is an independent and vast branch of science.

Qin Feng was like a most thirsty student, completely absorbed in it.

He first spent a full thirty years thoroughly studying the independent properties of all the basic runes.

Then, he spent another fifty years learning the psionic transformations resulting from the combination of the five basic attributes and runes.

As time goes by, the years seem to lose their meaning in the sea of ​​books and learning.

When Qin Feng finally snapped out of his initial study of the laws of confrontation, 150 years had already passed in the outside world.

Without pausing, his consciousness immediately shifted to another, even more treacherous peak—[Pharmaceutics].

If array formations are a precise "cosmic physics" and "cosmic programming", then pharmacology is an all-encompassing "cosmic life science" and "cosmic chemistry".

Its complexity is comparable to, if not greater than, that of formation studies.

The universe contains countless rare and precious natural treasures and exotic plants.

Each medicinal herb grows in a different environment, absorbing different cosmic rays and spiritual energy from heaven and earth, and the medicinal properties contained within it are extremely complex.

If mixed up, a precious potion will turn into a deadly poison.

The first step in pharmaceutics is "material identification".

You need to know all the recorded materials in the universe, understand their growth environment, medicinal properties, associated minerals, and precautions for harvesting... This amount of information is enough to burn out the processor of a supercomputer on the spot. On Qin Feng's screen, countless 3D images of medicinal herbs flashed by rapidly.

From the cellular structure of a "blue grass" plant, to how its chlorophyll absorbs starlight of specific wavelengths, to the impact of trace elements secreted by its roots on the soil... all this information was forcibly "devoured" by his terrifying memory and comprehension.

After identifying the materials, the next step is "refining".

How can we use the gentlest methods to perfectly extract the active ingredients from medicinal herbs while removing harmful impurities?

This requires an extreme grasp of the "heat" (or "temperature").

The "fire" here can be the "fire of divine thought" condensed from spiritual power, the "fire of primordial energy" transformed from spiritual energy, or even the "fire of the earth's core" or the "fire of a star" borrowed from the outside world.

Each type of flame has a different temperature and properties, corresponding to different medicinal materials.

If the temperature increases by even one-thousandth during the refining process, the medicinal properties may be destroyed.
Even if the concentration is reduced to one-thousandth, impurities cannot be completely removed.

This requires not only knowledge, but also an almost instinctive intuition and control.

The most difficult part is "integration".

Dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of refined medicinal liquids are perfectly blended together according to a specific formula, at a specific time, in a specific order, and using a specific method, ultimately forming a stable and potent medicine.

This process is full of countless variables.

The psionic fields of different medicinal liquids will repel each other, and a violent psionic reaction will occur during the fusion process. It is necessary to use sophisticated array knowledge to construct a stable "alchemical field" to restrain it.

At the same time, a deep understanding of the chemical reactions of materials, psionic annihilation and regeneration is also required.

"I see……"

During his studies, Qin Feng gradually discovered the inseparable connection between the three major disciplines.

A top-tier apothecary must be a master of array formations, because the most profound alchemy is itself a kind of array operation performed on a microscopic scale.

They would inscribe miniature arrays into every molecule of the drug to lock in its properties and even give it the ability to "grow".

Whether it's a formation or a potion, it ultimately needs a carrier.

The carrier of an array is an array plate or the void; the carrier of a potion is a medicine bottle or the body of a living being.

How do we create the most perfect platform?
This brings us back to the realm of weapon crafting.

The three are inherently one.

Qin Feng's learning was no longer about tackling a single subject in isolation, but rather about cross-referencing and integrating knowledge from three subjects.

When he was learning about formations, he would think about how to apply "stabilizing formation patterns" to the potion fusion process.

While studying potions, one might also consider the psychic corrosive properties of certain highly poisonous herbs, wondering if these could be applied to the crafting of artifacts to remove the most stubborn impurities.

This learning method is frighteningly efficient.

His mental world is no longer just about simple deduction.

On the left, an array model composed of billions of runes is constantly being created and destroyed; on the right, the molecular formulas of countless medicinal herbs are colliding and recombinating; and in the center, a giant hammer made of pure will is hammering a virtual alloy embryo billions of times.

The three may seem unrelated, but their underlying logic and rules are gradually connected under the coordination of Qin Feng's "pure black quality" spiritual power, forming a more extensive knowledge system.

Time, under such extreme focus, slipped away like a fleeting ray of light.

In Qin Feng's mental world, a complete, simple yet stable black hole-level "space barrier array" model was successfully constructed.

When the formula for a simulated "Mind-Concentrating Potion" that can slightly repair the soul of a black hole-level powerhouse is perfectly deduced;
He slowly withdrew his consciousness from that endless ocean of knowledge.

He opened his eyes, and within them seemed to be the birth and death of billions of stars, with countless runes flowing.

……

Qin Feng glanced at the time.

Five hundred years have passed since he entered the sea of ​​books and learning.

Five hundred years, for ordinary people, is the rise and fall of several dynasties.

For a black hole-level powerhouse who often secludes themselves for tens of thousands of years, it was merely the time it took to take a nap.

However, Qin Feng used these short five hundred years to elevate the two most time-consuming and complex disciplines—array science and pharmacy—from scratch to a theoretical level comparable to that of the Black Chamber.

This means that, given enough materials and practice, he is already capable of independently setting up black hole-level formations and refining black hole-level potions.

If this learning speed were to spread, it would be enough to make all the array masters and alchemy masters of the human race fall into self-doubt.

This can no longer be described as "genius"; it's simply "monster," the embodiment of "Tao."

Ordinary black hole-level beings, even those demon race masters hailed as array prodigies, often need to spend tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of years, studying day and night, just to barely grasp the threshold of black hole-level array formations.

Qin Feng, who cultivated all three disciplines simultaneously, reached the theoretical black hole level in just over five hundred years.

"The theory is sufficient; what's lacking now is practice and secret techniques."

Qin Feng stood up, and the dust that had accumulated around him from sitting for so long was instantly dissipated by the invisible aura that enveloped him the moment he stood up.

He stretched his body, and his joints made a series of crisp popping sounds, as if thunder was rolling inside him.

Qin Feng stepped out of this quiet corner, leaving behind the sea of ​​books and learning.

When the familiar yet unfamiliar light shone on his face, Qin Feng felt as if he were in another world.

His next goal is clear—the Enlightenment Stele Forest.

There, the secret techniques of the human race and those seized from the battlefield of all races are recorded.

He needs to be there to find a practical "methodology" for his theoretical knowledge in his three major disciplines.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the magnificent gates of the vast sea of ​​books and learning, a familiar aura greeted him.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Qin Feng, you look so energetic and your eyes are full of stars. You must have gained a lot from your five hundred years of seclusion, right?"

The newcomer was none other than Master Sanruo.

He still had a smiling face, as if he had been waiting there specifically for him.

"Some gains were made."

Qin Feng nodded slightly, his words remaining concise.

He held this powerful, forbidden god in high regard.

Master Sanruo's eyes were sharp, as if he could see through the systematic knowledge structure within Qin Feng's body. He clapped his hands and laughed, "Let me guess... you've already grasped the basics of formations, potions, and even your previous art of weapon crafting?"

"Ah."

Qin Feng was not surprised that the other party could see through it.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Master Sanruo exclaimed "Good!" three times, his eyes filled with admiration. "Ordinary geniuses are proud enough to master just one discipline. Fellow Daoist, to cultivate three disciplines simultaneously and to have laid such a solid theoretical foundation in just five hundred years is truly unbelievable!"

He changed the subject and asked, "So, are you planning to head to the Enlightenment Stele Forest to find a suitable secret technique?"

"Exactly."

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious."

Master Sanruo waved his hand, a profound smile on his face. "Before you go and learn the specific 'recipes,' you might as well first consider the extent of your understanding of the 'ingredients.'"

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, revealing a questioning expression.

"The Holy Academy headquarters has three special testing grounds, designed specifically for martial artists who minor in the three major disciplines."

Master Sanruo slowly explained, "The test of array formation skills is called 'Puppet Alley'; the test of potion-making skills is called 'Living Flesh'; and the test of weapon-forging skills is called 'Great Sun Furnace'."

“These three places are the most direct way to tell whether you are only ‘knowing’ about this knowledge or have reached the level of ‘understanding’ and ‘mastering’ it.”

They will accurately expose all the weaknesses and gaps in your knowledge system, allowing you to improve and train in a targeted manner, filling in the gaps.

Master San-Ruo looked at Qin Feng, his eyes becoming serious: "Especially since you will be learning secret techniques in the future, you need to go and take risks even more."

The secret arts of the universe are vast and numerous. Even among the same art of weapon crafting, some focus on forging, some on shaping, and some on inscription.

These three challenging environments will allow you to quickly find the most suitable path for yourself, the kind of secret technique that best leverages your strengths and avoids your weaknesses, preventing you from going astray and wasting time.

"I see."

Qin Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, and the confusion in his heart was suddenly cleared up.

He does indeed have this concern.

With so many secret techniques available, how should he choose?

Should you choose the most powerful one, or the one that's easiest to use?
Now, after listening to Master Sanruo, I realize that what suits you best is the best.

These three training grounds can help you quickly choose the secret technique that suits you best.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master!"

Qin Feng solemnly cupped his hands in a salute.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

Master Sanruo accepted the bow with a smile, then sighed, "Your path must be the most difficult one."

His gaze became distant: "This path demands the highest level of foundation, comprehension, and willpower."

One method cannot be practiced twice.

However, many naturally strong alien geniuses are also following this path, and they are the cream of the crop, especially the star beasts, the crystal race, and many naturally born holy spirits.

Your future will be difficult; you will encounter unimaginable opponents.

Come on. "

"Ok, I know."

Qin Feng nodded slightly, his expression unwavering.

Prove the truth through force.

These four words sound grand and inspiring, but only the traveler knows the hardships and obstacles involved.

This means that all his future cultivation, whether it be formations, potions, weapon crafting, or killing and nurturing techniques, will ultimately have only one purpose—to transform all knowledge and rules into resources for tempering his physical body and soul.

He cannot, like a pure array master, use the power of heaven and earth to set up a killing array; nor can he, like a pharmacist, use potions to temporarily improve his realm.

Everything about him must come back to himself.

This path requires abandoning all external things and seeking only one's own limits.

Pressure? Of course there is.

Those naturally powerful alien prodigies who take the path of "proving the Dao through strength" are following their innate talents and it is only natural.

For Qin Feng, a human, to undertake such a heaven-defying act, the difficulty of it is unimaginable.

But Qin Feng did not back down in the slightest.

The path to divinity is never easy.

So what if other geniuses also take this path?

Along his journey, he has met countless geniuses, and without exception, they all called him a genius.

"Thank you, Master. I will go and give it a try right away."

Qin Feng bid farewell to the three weak masters again, and then, following their guidance, turned and headed towards the three trial sites.

……

A moment later, Qin Feng arrived at the entrance of "Puppet Alley".

This is an ordinary-looking alleyway, with a stone tablet at the entrance inscribed with rules.

Upon entering, one will face a puppet of the same level as the intruder. The only thing the intruder can do is use their knowledge of formations to defend, trap the enemy, or counterattack.

Qin Feng took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The scene changed instantly, and he found himself on a giant chessboard made of light.

On the opposite side of the chessboard, a metal puppet made up of countless intricate parts stood silently, its electronic eyes flashing with a cold red light.

"The test begins. First challenge: Construct the 'Three Powers Guardian Array' to withstand a standard psionic shock."

A cold, mechanical synthesized voice echoed in the space.

"The Three Talents Guardian Formation?"

At least a hundred different methods and theoretical knowledge about the "Three Talents Guardian Array" instantly flashed through Qin Feng's mind.

This is one of the most basic black hole-level defensive formations, known for its stability and ease of construction.

He extended his finger, and his spiritual power and psionic energy surged simultaneously, beginning to outline the runes of the formation in the void in front of him.

One, two, three...

He drew the runes at an extremely fast speed, each one perfectly accurate and shimmering with a faint spiritual light.

However, problems arose when he tried to connect the three core runes to form a stable triangular force field structure.

One of the runes flickered slightly due to a barely perceptible fluctuation in the psionic energy he infused it.

It was just a flash.

A red light flashed in the puppet's eyes, and it raised its arm, unleashing a condensed beam of psionic energy that struck the shimmering rune with pinpoint accuracy.

"Crack!"

As if the sound of shattering glass rang out, the already precarious array structure collapsed instantly, and the three runes exploded into countless points of light.

The aftershocks of the psionic shock swept over Qin Feng's body, blurring his figure. The next second, he was teleported back to the alley entrance.

"Failure. Reason: Unstable psionic output caused the 'Qian San' rune structure at node to be fragile. Overall assessment: Unqualified."

The cold, detached notification sound echoed in his ears.

Qin Feng stood at the entrance of the alley, somewhat dazed.

He failed at the first hurdle.

The theoretical knowledge that we are so proud of and which we consider perfect appears so pale and powerless in the face of practice.

Scattered creatures came and went around them, and when they saw Qin Feng appear in an instant, they all cast unsurprised glances at him.

One young man, who looked quite young, even kindly commented as he passed by: "Brother, are you new here? No matter how well you memorize the theories, it's useless. Psionic control is the most basic of the basics."

This thing requires muscle memory, subconscious memory; you have to do it subconsciously. Practice makes perfect, so practice more.

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng nodded silently without refuting it.

He was keenly aware of his own shortcomings.

Qin Feng refused to believe it and turned back to the location of the "living human flesh".

It was a huge, vibrant temple.

In the center of the hall, a huge chunk of flesh, over a kilometer in diameter and resembling a mountain of flesh and blood, floats in the air.

Its surface is covered with blood vessels and nerves, which are slowly pulsating, exuding a powerful vitality.

The rules of the test are equally simple: designated wounds will appear on the meat pieces, and the test takers need to use the virtual medicine library to prepare the corresponding medicine within a limited time and successfully heal the wounds.

Qin Feng accepted the mission.

In the first stage, a wound caused by the "Blade of Corrosion" appeared on the surface of the flesh.

At the wound, black psionic energy wriggled like maggots, constantly destroying the surrounding cells.

In Qin Feng's mind, seventeen potion formulas that could neutralize this corrosive spiritual energy and promote cell regeneration were immediately selected. He chose the safest one among them.

His consciousness entered the virtual alchemy space, where images of countless medicinal herbs were displayed before him.

He began selecting and refining methodically.

With his powerful mental strength, his control over the "heat" is theoretically perfect.

Every dose of the medicine was refined to perfection by him.

However, in the final step of the fusion, when he dripped the two core medicinal liquids into the vessel, a slight delay occurred in his mental manipulation—an inevitable awkwardness in transitioning from theory to practice—causing the dripping to be delayed by a fraction of a second.

"boom!"

The medicinal liquid inside the vessel instantly changed from a gentle emerald green to a violent blackish-purple, and a burst of spiritual energy filled with destructive power erupted.

"Fusing failed. Reason: The timing of fusing the 'Star Grass' juice and 'Moonlight Flower Dew' was incorrect. Overall rating: Unsatisfactory."

Qin Feng was teleported out once again.

He stood silently outside the "living human flesh" hall, his expression somewhat solemn.

Finally, he went to the "Dainichi Furnace".

The challenge here is to forge a specific metal using a psionic furnace with a core temperature comparable to that of a star.

The first challenge is to forge a piece of "Crimson Flame Refined Gold" with a purity of 99.99%.

Qin Feng stood in front of the furnace, feeling the terrifying heat wave rushing towards him.

He took a deep breath, probed his spiritual energy into the furnace, picked up a piece of ore, and threw it into the heart of the furnace. At the same time, he began to mentally practice the secret technique he had already acquired—the Ancient Hammer.

A giant hammer formed from pure black spiritual energy appeared on the center of the furnace.

That "Crimson Flame Refined Gold" ore blank had far too many impurities.

The materials were far inferior to those Qin Feng had used, making forging extremely difficult.

He eventually "forged" it into a piece of scrap iron riddled with cracks and containing more impurities than refined gold.

"Forging failed. Reason: chaotic heat conduction... Overall assessment: unqualified."

When Qin Feng was teleported out for the third time and stood at the entrance of the "Great Sun Furnace," he fell completely silent.

Puppet Alley, Living Human Flesh, Great Sun Furnace.

Formations, potions, and weapon crafting.

He failed in all three disciplines that he believed had reached the theoretical level of black holes, when faced with the most basic first test of practice.

During this time, he also received some pointers from many passing beings who seemed to be far less skilled than him, out of kindness.

"..."

These words did not humiliate Qin Feng; instead, they made him acutely aware of his own problems.

He possesses top-tier primordial singularity and pure black spiritual power, as well as vast amounts of knowledge from books.

However, he lacks a lot of practical experience and has little experience in applying formations, potions, and weapon-refining techniques!

Simply put, it's because their proficiency level is too low.

"If there were a proficiency panel, I would only have around 10 proficiency points right now."

Qin Feng exhaled a long breath, his eyes showing no sign of discouragement, but rather a burning even stronger flame of thirst for knowledge.

Failure only fuels the fighting spirit of this "martial arts fanatic."

Without further hesitation, Qin Feng turned around and looked firmly at another core holy site of the Holy Academy headquarters.

There, countless stone tablets rise into the sky, each carrying a powerful and mysterious secret technique.

Enlightenment Stele Forest!

After these three failures, Qin Feng defined his goals. He would continue to learn secret techniques and travel back and forth between these three training grounds until he found a large number of secret techniques that suited his philosophy.

(End of this chapter)