The Record of the Goddess: The Demonic Sect Produces Talents? I Lead the Entire Sect to Prove Dao an

Half an hour passed before the stone door finally opened with a loud "bang".

Chu Feng was the first to emerge, his clothes neat and tidy, and his face looking refreshed.

It's a pity, firstly because his cultivation has reached the Golden Core stage, and secondly because this isn't the first time he's slept with Shen Luoxia... cough, the cultivation boost that treatment can provide is really limited.

When Hongxiu saw his demeanor, she immediately took small, quick steps to approach him.

"Young master, how is the treatment going?"

"improvise."

Chu Feng patted his sleeves. "The meridians are connected, and the sword energy is mostly cleared."

Shen Luoxia followed behind as they walked out of the stone chamber, her face already flushed.

She raised her hand and gripped the sword, the sword energy flowing smoothly through her body.

The aura of the early Golden Core stage was even more solid than before entering the secret realm.

My legs still feel a bit weak, and my clothes are a mess, not exactly neat.

Qin Shuang stared at her intently for a long time, and only after confirming that she was alright did her heart finally settle down.

Then she gave Chu Feng a look that said, "You're dead."

Chu Feng makes a classic bear-like shrug.

"Why are you looking at me? Is it my fault that I'm good at it?"

Qin Shuang snorted coldly, too lazy to pay him any attention.

Shen Luoxia forcibly suppressed the heat on her face and turned to look at the main hall.

"I need to recover for a while."

"Jian Wuhen is inside; we can't let him drag this out any longer."

As she spoke, she glanced at Chu Feng again, "Could you go in first and scout ahead? But be careful, that guy will probably ambush you."

Chu Feng slung the blood-red longsword over his shoulder and hoisted it up.

"rest assured."

"He dared to ambush me, perfect opportunity to rip me off."

After saying that, he swayed toward the main hall.

The eyes of the dozen or so disciples in the square all turned to look at them in an instant.

Chu Feng is only at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, and there are quite a few people present who are stronger than him.

However, this sword intent cannot be overcome simply by relying on one's cultivation level.

Gu Hanchuan leaned against a broken pillar and saw Chu Feng walking over. A cold smile involuntarily curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"court death."

Zhao Pojun stood further away and remained silent, fearing that if he showed his face, Chu Feng would extort two thousand spirit stones from him.

Chu Feng walked to the edge of the stone plaque covered by the sword intent, without stopping his feet.

The dark blue-green sword intent core in his dantian trembled slightly, and the ancient sword patterns on the stone plaque lit up as well.

An ancient and domineering sword intent came towards me.

Chu Feng just stood there, the hem of his clothes swaying slightly.

The sword intent that could crush others was like a gentle breeze when it landed on him.

Chu Feng lifted his foot and took another step forward.

Gu Hanchuan's cold smile froze instantly.

Ten zhang (approximately 33 meters).

Twenty zhang (approximately 33 meters).

He didn't walk fast, and even glanced at the stone plaque from the side.

A disciple from the Drywood Valley was moving forward against the sword intent, sweat dripping from his forehead and down his chin.

He saw Chu Feng pass by him, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"You...how could you..."

Chu Feng patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't push yourself too hard. If you really can't take it anymore, go back and rest for a while."

"Cultivation requires a balance between work and rest. Of course, if you're thirsty, I have water here, only 50 spirit stones per bottle."

The disciple opened his mouth, unable to reply for a long time.

Seeing that he had no desire to buy anything, Chu Feng shrugged and continued walking forward.

Thirty zhang (approximately 33 meters).

Twenty zhang (approximately 33 meters).

Ten zhang (approximately 33 meters).

The people in the square went from initially watching the spectacle with amusement to craning their necks, and eventually even holding their breath.

The jade pendant in Gu Hanchuan's hand fell to the ground.

Zhao Pojun's mouth was wide open, and he even forgot to chew the premium fruit he had stuffed into his mouth.

Qin Shuang's grip on the sword loosened slightly.

Hongxiu held the account book, her eyes sparkling.

"Wow, young master is still so handsome!"

Shen Luoxia did not speak.

She watched Chu Feng's retreating figure, her eyes reflecting the ancient knife patterns that shone on the stone plaque.

That man... just like that, he crossed the area that everyone considered an insurmountable barrier.

Chu Feng walked to the entrance of the main hall and pushed open the heavy stone door.

An ancient aura wafted out from the crack in the door.

He stepped inside, sideways.

The stone gate slowly closed behind them.

Only then did Shen Luoxia speak softly.

"Who exactly is he?"

The square instantly erupted in chaos.

"Holy crap, he actually went in?!"

"That's the sword intent left behind by the Sword Saint. Even a peak Golden Core cultivator would be severely injured if they went in, and he, a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, just walked in like that?"

The way everyone looked at the main hall changed.

Gu Hanchuan leaned against the broken pillar, his face turning green.

"It's definitely a trick," he said through gritted teeth. "That bastard's a master of finding loopholes; he's probably found some way to evade the blade's intent!"

Zhao Pojun shrank back and whispered in agreement.

"Yes, yes, Senior Brother Gu is right. No one can get in so easily!"

Qin Shuang stood at the edge of the square, her grip on her sword tightening and loosening repeatedly.

She stared at the tightly closed stone door, her brows furrowing deeply.

Hongxiu held the account book, her chin held high with arrogance.

"My young master is truly skilled; doesn't he even know what technique is?!"

Several disciples from the Drywood Valley rolled their eyes, too lazy to bother with this little brat.

At this moment, a gray-robed disciple stepped out from the crowd of people from the Heavenly Sword Sect.

He's the unlucky guy who came with Gu Xinghe before and had his spirit stones stolen by Chu Feng.

He stared intently at the route Chu Feng had just taken, a glint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes.

"Senior brother, I've figured out the trick."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Gu Xinghe, "Every step he takes lands on the weak points where the sword intent converges. As long as he takes the right steps, the pressure can be reduced by at least half!"

Gu Xinghe's chest was still aching slightly, and he narrowed his eyes upon hearing this.

Are you sure?

"Why don't you try and see?"

The gray-robed disciple took a deep breath and strode into the area covered by the sword intent.

Step one, step two.

As expected, the overwhelming pressure I had imagined did not materialize.

"It's done!"

He shouted with ecstasy, turning back to Gu Xinghe and yelling, "Senior brother, you really have a trick! The pressure is so much less now!"

Gu Xinghe's eyes lit up, and he was about to lift his leg.

"puff!"

A muffled thud.

The gray-robed disciple's face was still beaming with ecstasy.

A fierce blade intent directly crushed his protective spiritual energy, blasting him away.

He drew a graceful parabola in mid-air before crashing heavily onto a stone pillar at the edge of the square, without even uttering a sound.

The entire room fell silent.

Gu Hanchuan's cold smile froze on his lips.

Hongxiu burst out laughing.

"Oh dear, what's this called... trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead?"

The way everyone looked at Hongxiu became a little strange.

The longer this little girl follows Chu Feng, the more sharp her tongue becomes.

Gu Xinghe's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He knew that Chu Feng's ability to get in had absolutely nothing to do with the route or anything like that.

……

The main hall was dimly lit.

As soon as Chu Feng entered the door, he felt an ancient and weathered aura wash over him.