I, the Chaotic Being, began my path to enlightenment in a brothel!

Meanwhile, at the Happy Building.

A young man wearing a jade crown and blue robes was standing in the room where Wang Qing'er was.

The young man was only about twenty years old, but his aura was so powerful that it made the worldly-wise madam beside him tense up and tremble.

The madam smiled obsequiously and said cautiously, "Young Master Wang, I swear on this, Miss Qing'er's matter has absolutely nothing to do with the Pleasure Pavilion. I hope you will calm down."

Only after Lin Feng left did she dare to step into the room, and upon seeing the unconscious Wang Qing'er, she was almost scared out of her wits.

You should know that Wang Qing'er is Wang Long's younger sister.

Recently, Wang Long has become famous and has been named the Holy Son of the Qingyun Sect, and has entered into a marriage agreement with the sect leader's beloved daughter.

How could she, a mere brothel madam, possibly afford to offend her?

In a panic, she immediately sent someone to the inner sect of Qingyun Sect to inform Wang Long.

"Shut up!"

Wang Long roared, then turned to his younger sister, Wang Qing'er, and, suppressing his anger, asked, "Qing'er, what exactly happened?"

Looking at Wang Long, Wang Qing'er burst into tears instantly, crying her heart out.

"Brother! Lin Feng bullied me and drained my cultivation! You must avenge me!"

Wang Long raised his hand and gently grasped his sister's hand, his eyes filled with surprise.

"Lin Feng? That good-for-nothing dares to bully you?"

"Brother, Lin Feng has somehow regained his cultivation. I'm no match for him at all, and he's forcibly confining me to the bed..."

Then, as Wang Qing'er recounted the story, Wang Long grew increasingly furious.

Especially when he heard that Lin Feng had learned of the existence of the Wood Spirit Fruit Tree, he angrily struck out with his palm, the powerful force of which instantly shattered the stone table in front of him.

He hates it so much!

If I hadn't been tied up with other matters on the day the spirit fruit ripened, how could I have let Lin Feng have it for nothing?

"Come with me!"

Wang Long suppressed his violent aura and turned to walk outside.

Wang Qing'er endured the sharp pain in her lower body and followed closely behind with great difficulty.

Wang Long traveled at full speed and soon arrived at the hidden cave in Cold Wind Valley with Wang Qing'er.

His gaze swept over the scene inside the cave, and instantly his eyes widened in fury, his heart burning with rage.

The place where the spirit fruit tree was originally planted is now just a pit; the spirit fruit tree has vanished without a trace.

Not far away, two mangled corpses lay on the ground, their deaths extremely gruesome.

"It's Li Gan and Zhang Song!"

Wang Qing'er caught a glimpse of the two heads rolling to the side, their eyes wide open, their deaths unresolved, and she was immediately terrified, her face turning deathly pale.

"I sent these two to pick the spiritual fruit, and now they've met such a tragic end!"

"Good! Well done, Lin Feng!"

Wang Long's chest was churning with rage, and he was on the verge of losing control.

He immediately took out his identity token, sent out a message, then picked up the two mutilated corpses on the ground and walked out of Cold Wind Valley with Wang Qing'er.

Outside the valley, more than twenty disciples of the Qingyun Sect were already lined up and waiting.

These people are extremely obsequious and are a group of followers who depend on Wang Long.

"check!"

"We'll dig three feet into the ground to find Lin Feng!"

Wang Long stood with his hands behind his back, his face as cold as iron, his tone brooking no argument.

The disciples were filled with astonishment, wondering why the Holy Son was so determined to investigate a cripple.

But no one dared to ask any further questions, and they all obeyed and dispersed.

At this moment, Lin Feng was completely unaware of the tumultuous events unfolding outside.

He had already found a secluded spot at the northern foot of Qingyun Mountain and slipped into the small tower.

Upon entering the tower, Lin Feng's face contorted in shock, and he exclaimed in disbelief, "This... how is this possible?!"

He clearly remembered that the spirit fruit on that tree was still half a day away from ripening.

Only an hour had passed outside, and the fruit tree, brimming with spiritual energy, had already borne fruit covered in a molten lava-like sheen.

The refreshing aroma of fruit spread everywhere, and just a light sniff was enough to invigorate Lin Feng.

This is a sign that the spiritual fruit has fully matured.

Moreover, the Wood Spirit Fruit Tree, which was originally half a person tall, is growing vigorously, with its branches becoming increasingly lush and strong.

Lin Feng was taken aback at first, then his heart trembled violently.

Could it be that the time flow rules of the small tower not only apply to humans, but also to spiritual plants?

He didn't have time to investigate further and immediately left the small tower.

He found more than ten young medicinal herbs in the northern foothills and also collected a lot of fertile soil.

After returning to the small tower, Lin Feng simply cleared out a small herb garden and transplanted all the Wood Spirit Fruit trees and other spiritual herbs into it.

He then stepped out of the small tower again and sat quietly outside all night, focusing on cultivating his inner energy.

A night passes in the blink of an eye; in the outside world, it's only five or six hours.

When Lin Feng returned to the small tower, his face instantly lit up with intense joy.

The medicinal herbs in the herb garden, as if having endured several years of cold and heat, have all grown several inches taller, and their medicinal power has increased several times over.

The Wood Spirit Fruit Tree was even more lush and verdant, with its canopy like a magnificent canopy, and three spirit fruits quietly sprouted among its branches.

"It really works!"

Lin Feng's heart was pounding wildly, almost bursting out of his chest.

He repeatedly regulated his breathing more than ten times before he could barely suppress the turmoil in his heart.

"A supreme treasure! This is absolutely an unparalleled treasure!"

"If Ye Jiuge knew that the little tower had such miraculous uses, he would never have given it to me so easily."

Lin Feng was secretly shocked, but also felt fortunate.

On the path of cultivation, talent is the foundation, and resources are the wings; neither can be lacking.

Even with unparalleled talent, without the support of resources, one's cultivation will ultimately be difficult to improve.

And spiritual herbs are one of the most essential resources on the path of cultivation.

Those ancient and potent medicinal herbs have always been priceless and unavailable.

If it were placed in an auction house, those old monsters would also abandon their pride and fight over it.

Lin Feng was deeply shaken, constantly pondering its value.

The small tower's time flow speed can accelerate the maturation of spiritual plants, meaning that he only needs to plant young spiritual herbs to quickly cultivate aged herbs.

Whether used for personal cultivation or sold to obtain cultivation supplies, it is more than enough.

If rare medicinal herbs are cultivated, the value that can be created is immeasurable.

"This is a huge profit!"

"As long as I make good use of the small tower, I will have no worries about cultivation resources in the future!"

After the initial euphoria, he quickly calmed down.

One last glance at the vibrant little herb garden, and I finally composed myself.

"If the first level is so mysterious, what kind of secret realm will the second level, the gravity cage, hold?"

With a thought, Lin Feng instantly teleported over.

Inside the gravity cage, the space is hundreds of feet wide.

Thirty-six battle platforms are suspended high in the air, resembling thirty-six majestic divine mountains standing there.

A tremendous force that shook the void surged forth, transforming into thirty-six torrents of gravity that enveloped each battle platform.

Lin Feng watched from afar, a chill creeping into his heart.

Each battle platform is ancient and vast, bearing the heavy weight of time.

He glanced around briefly, then leaped onto the first battle platform.

"Gravity Zone!"

The moment his feet touched the ground, Lin Feng's legs felt as if they were made of lead and iron, slamming heavily onto the table.

His face instantly turned purplish-red, and his bones cracked one after another, as crisp and piercing as popping beans.

If he hadn't possessed the Chaos Body and a physical body far superior to other cultivators of the same level, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold on.

If an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator were to step into this place, they would be crushed into dust by the gravity in an instant.

"This first battle platform has three times the normal gravity!"

Lin Feng tried to move his feet, but his feet felt like they were rooted to the ground, and every inch of movement was incredibly difficult.

After a brief adjustment, he leaped into the air and landed on the second battle platform.

"Snap!"

The moment he stepped into the area, excruciating pain swept over his entire body, and the bones in both legs snapped on the spot.

It's like carrying a towering mountain on your shoulders; the immense pressure is suffocating.

Lin Feng's expression changed drastically, and he scrambled off the battle platform, barely managing to save his life.

He instantly figured out the pattern.

Thirty-six battle platforms, each with an increasing gravity, and none of them are the same.

The first one has three times the gravity, the second one has ten times the gravity, and the third one is probably dozens of times the gravity!

With his current cultivation level, he could barely stand on the first one.

Stepping onto the second throne will break all your leg bones, and if you climb the third throne, you will be smashed to pieces the moment you land.

Lin Feng took out two healing pills and swallowed them. He then sat quietly to regulate his breathing and repair his injuries.

At the same time, he pondered how to utilize this secret realm for cultivation.

Cultivators are divided into two categories: those who cultivate magic and those who cultivate the body.

Ordinary body cultivators either diligently practice body tempering techniques or venture into perilous and dangerous places.

Through the tempering of waterfalls, the striking of thunder, and the scorching of flames, the body is forged and refined through countless trials.

After the physical body is fully developed, the bones and tendons become as hard as refined steel, capable of withstanding the sharpness of spiritual weapons.

In Lin Feng's eyes, this gravity battle platform was the world's top body tempering holy ground, irreplaceable.

His chaotic body was inherently strong and resilient, far surpassing that of ordinary cultivators.

If one can repeatedly temper oneself using gravity, it is no exaggeration to say that one will one day be able to catch magical weapons with bare hands.

"From that moment on, I embarked on the path of cultivating both body and spirit!"

Having decided on his future cultivation path, Lin Feng stepped towards the third level of the void realm.

The void realm contains the origin of space, and its artistic conception is profound and unpredictable.

Lin Feng stepped into this space and, with just a fleeting glance, felt dazzled and his mind trembled.

Above the sky, space constantly twists, folds, and shatters.

The jagged spatial rifts, like mottled scars on the sky, were a shocking sight.

One after another, deep black holes pierced through the void, as if tearing apart the entire world.

The violent and fierce spatial turbulence raged within, and even from a distance of a hundred feet, it was still awe-inspiring.

A strange phenomenon hangs high in the sky, where a Chaos Pearl floats silently.

The bead is entirely silvery and radiant, like the flowing light of stars and the moon, and it rotates slowly, full of mystery.

This is the core of the origin of space.

"The power of space is extremely profound. With my current cultivation level, I am far from even entering the realm of it."

Lin Feng smiled wryly, withdrew his gaze, and flashed back to the first floor of the small tower.

He prepared to meditate intensively, consolidate his cultivation, and improve his spiritual practice.

As for the fourth level, he will need to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm before he can unlock its mysteries.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

Lin Feng sat cross-legged, his posture as steady as an ancient statue, circulating the Chaos Heavenly Scripture.

Relying on the miraculous effect of the first layer of time acceleration, his cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, and his aura steadily increased.

The barriers of the first level of Foundation Establishment are quietly loosening, and it is steadily moving towards the second level of Foundation Establishment.

"On the day of the sect competition, I will personally reclaim everything that belongs to me!"

The resounding vows echoed in the empty tower space, lingering for a long time.

Meanwhile, external events are brewing.

The news that Lin Feng's dantian had been completely repaired spread quietly, quickly igniting an uproar throughout the entire Qingyun Sect!