"I did it!"
Zhao Feng took a deep breath and resisted the urge to shout. His face was flushed with excitement.
At this moment, he only needed to circulate his Qi and Blood to form a ball of Inner Force in his palm. The light green Qi was completely transparent. If one didn't look closely, they wouldn't be able to notice it.
This was the first Inner Force that Zhao Feng had formed.
Zhao Feng had never thought that his dream would be so close to him.
Once he formed the Inner Force, there would be no bottleneck to break through to the fourth rank of the Martial Path.
For Zhao Feng, breaking through to the fourth rank was only a matter of time.
He only needed to reach the peak of the third rank of the Martial Path and he would be able to break through to the "Qi Accumulation Stage" and become a true Martial Artist.
"Looking at the outer disciples of the Zhao sect, there isn't a single disciple that has formed Inner Strength. Even Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian …"
When Zhao Feng thought of this, he couldn't suppress his excitement, and he felt a sense of accomplishment.
To be able to form the Inner Force at the third rank of the Martial Path meant that he was invincible under the True Martial Realm.
"I can't waste the power of the two hundred year old Blood Ginseng!"
Zhao Feng felt the surging Qi and Blood Ginseng in his body. He immediately gathered his Qi and Blood to form the Inner Force.
With the remaining power of the Blood Ginseng, Zhao Feng formed a few more strands of Inner Force in his body.
The so-called Inner Strength of the Martial Path was just the eruption of the human body's vital energy and blood, manifesting in a higher and more advanced form.
To put it simply, it was refining, extracting the essence of power from the human body's own life.
In order to consolidate the Inner Force, Zhao Feng went into seclusion for a day and a night before he came out.
The moment he stepped out of the room, he felt that he could instantly condense a terrifying aura that could oppress other living beings.
Zhao Feng's parents could clearly feel this.
"Feng 'er, you seem to be different. It seems like you've become more spirited and energetic."
Zhao clan member narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"I should have grown a little taller recently."
His father, Zhao Tianyang, also felt a slight pressure when facing his son.
Their feelings were not wrong.
These changes were truly happening to Zhao Feng's body.
Ever since he merged with the mysterious eye, Zhao Feng's bloodline began to slowly change...
Especially recently, his strength had improved by leaps and bounds.
His height, Qi, Blood, and Spirit were all increasing.
Coupled with the change in mentality and state of mind, even one's temperament would change greatly.
"If even my parents can sense it, then other martial artists can easily see that I have cultivated inner strength."
Zhao Feng fell into deep thought.
There was still a month left until the Clan Martial Meet. His goal was to get first place, or at least top three!
"I need to find a way to hide my inner strength."
Zhao Feng returned to his room and sat cross-legged.
The moment he closed his eyes, more than a hundred martial arts manuals appeared in his mind. These were all brought out from the Martial Arts Library.
After a while.
A martial arts manual called [Concealing Aura Technique] appeared in Zhao Feng's mind.
[Concealing Aura Technique] was not a battle type martial art, it could not even increase one's cultivation.
The reason why Zhao Feng chose it was because this martial art was at the peak of the middle level, comparable to [Angry Dragon Fists].
If one trained [Concealing Aura Technique] to the small success stage, one could hide one's blood and inner strength, making it hard for others to detect and determine one's cultivation level.
And when one trained it to the large success stage, one's control over one's aura would reach the extreme. One could hide one's aura, blend into the environment, and use it for tracking and infiltration.
At this stage, even if there was a dog with a keen sense of smell, it would not be able to detect one's presence.
On that day, Zhao Feng began to train [Concealing Aura Technique].
Although this martial art was at the peak of the middle level, it was extremely easy for Zhao Feng to train.
In just half a day's time, Zhao Feng had trained [Concealing Aura Technique] to the small success stage, and was able to hide and control his inner strength.
This way, even a real martial artist would not be able to detect that Zhao Feng had cultivated inner strength.
"According to the manual, this martial art is quite difficult to train. To reach the small success stage, it would take at least a few months."
Zhao Feng was a little surprised.
But thinking about it, he had already mastered a high level martial art like [Lightly Floating Ferry], and had even successfully condensed inner strength. Martial arts below high level would naturally not be difficult at all.
Once he trained [Concealing Aura Technique] to the small success stage, Zhao Feng could openly go out.
And the next few days were the registration period for the Clan Martial Meet.
"Feng'Er, the registration for the Clan Martial Meet is starting, don't miss it."
His father, Zhao Tianyang, reminded him.
"Okay, I'll go now."
Zhao Feng's voice was full of confidence.
Zhao Tianyang nodded his head: "Now that you've reached the third rank of the martial path, you should be able to fight your way into the top one hundred disciples?"
"Top one hundred?"
Zhao Feng laughed, and couldn't help but shake his head. His parents had too little confidence in him.
He had absolute confidence in the Clan Martial Meet. Even if he couldn't get first place, top three shouldn't be a problem.
Not long later.
Zhao Feng arrived at the registration area for the Clan Martial Meet.
The Clan Martial Meet was held once every three years, and registration usually started a month in advance.
When Zhao Feng arrived at the registration area, there was already a large number of disciples queuing up to register.
"Have you heard? The rewards for this year's Clan Martial Meet are incomparably generous, far surpassing the previous Clan Martial Meets."
A Zhao Clan disciple said.
"Rewards? Tell me about it! Brother, you are indeed an inner disciple. "
There were a few people at the side who revealed expressions of interest as they looked towards that "inner disciple".
Their discussion also attracted Zhao Feng's attention.
He glanced over, and saw that the inner disciple's cultivation had reached the peak of the third rank of the martial path. Looking at the strength of his blood, as well as his aura, his strength was at least on par with Zhao Qian.
As expected of an inner disciple.
Zhao Feng thought in his heart, a random inner disciple actually had such strength.
"In this year's Martial Meet, if you can fight your way into the top fifty, you can become an 'inner disciple', and can enter the Second Floor, Xuanwu Pavilion. You can choose a high ranked martial art and be rewarded with a three hundred year old blood ginseng; if you can fight your way into the top twenty, you can choose two high ranked martial arts and be rewarded with two three hundred year old blood ginseng."
The inner disciple paused for a moment as he said this.
"Tsk tsk, three hundred sets of blood ginseng, the Clan is really willing to pay!"
"High ranked martial arts, normal disciples probably won't be able to learn it in their lifetime."
Some of the nearby disciples were slightly shocked.
Even when Zhao Feng heard this, he was slightly surprised.
Three hundred year old blood ginseng was worth three thousand taels of silver, one would know after going to the Medicine Pavilion.
Of course, what made him even more tempted was to enter the Second Floor, Xuanwu Pavilion, and choose martial arts manuals.
"If I can enter the Second Floor, Xuanwu Pavilion, I can bring out a large number of high ranked martial arts."
Zhao Feng secretly looked forward to it.
At this time, the inner disciple continued, "If you fight your way into the top ten, you can also choose two high ranked martial arts, but the reward is a five hundred year old blood ginseng!"
Five hundred year old blood ginseng!
The nearby disciples were extremely excited, many of them rubbed their fists.
One had to know, a five hundred year old blood ginseng was worth ten thousand taels of silver!
"It is said that the disciples who fight their way into the top three can choose a top ranked martial art and two high ranked martial arts. They will be rewarded with a 'blood pill'. "
"Top ranked martial art!"
"Blood pill?"
All the disciples were shocked.
Top ranked martial arts!
This was already the peak of ordinary martial arts, and it could be cultivated to the ninth rank of the martial path!
As for the 'blood pill', it was a rare elixir in the world, and it was said that even a martial artist could increase their cultivation after taking it.
If Zhao Feng had a blood pill, he would probably be able to reach the fourth rank of the martial path in a few days.
However, this elixir was extremely rare, and it was worth more than fifty thousand taels of silver …
"Oh right, what's the reward for the first place?"
Someone asked curiously.
"That's right, according to the rules, the first place will receive an extra reward."
A few disciples of the Zhao Clan said excitedly.
"The first place will definitely receive an extra reward, but I don't know about that."
The inner disciple shook his head.
Sigh.
The crowd was a little disappointed.
The more it was so, the more curious it was.
After waiting for a long time.
Zhao Feng came to the registration area and received a token.
There was a number on the token: 188.
Zhao Feng knew that it was his number.
In the Zhao family, there were at least a few hundred disciples who participated in the martial arts gathering.
According to the rules, the age limit for the inner disciples was eighteen years old and there were only fifty spots.
Currently, there were already fifty inner disciples.
In other words, the older inner disciples could be eliminated and replaced by new disciples.
Therefore, this was a competition where only the fittest survived. It was cruel and intense.
After the registration, Zhao Feng returned to the outer area of the family and started to train harder.
Time passed day by day.
The time of the martial arts gathering was getting closer and closer.
In the first twenty days of the Clan Martial Meet, there was already a rough ranking list among the Clan disciples.
The first place was the top inner disciple, the number one genius of the family — — Zhao Linlong!
Zhao Linlong had already reached the fourth rank of the martial path two years ago.
In the last martial arts gathering, he was ranked third.
At that time, he wasn't even fifteen years old.
Now, Zhao Linlong was one of the four great geniuses of Sun Feather City.
Therefore, in the Zhao Clan's ranking, he was recognized as number one!
There was no doubt that he would be number one.
Next, Zhao Chi was second, Zhao Han was third, Zhao Qin was fourth … … Twenty one was Zhao Yue!
When Zhao Feng saw the ranking, he sucked in a breath of cold air.
The top outer disciple "Zhao Yue" wasn't even in the top twenty among the inner disciples.
After him, Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yufei were ranked thirty-eight and forty.
As for the top outer disciples, Zhao Qian and Zhao Guang, they were ranked forty-nine and fifty-three respectively.
There were a hundred names on the ranking list.
Zhao Feng looked down.
Finally!
In the second last place, ninety-nine, Zhao Feng saw his own name … …
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