Chapter Eleven: Boundary Leap

  "Ming De, what's the difference between men and women? Why are women so easily angered?" Zhang Hu Pan asked with a innocent face.

  Good heavens, spare me! Song Feng's heart was wailing and lamenting wildly, but on the surface he still replied respectfully: "Ancestor, women and men have many differences, not only in physiological structure, but also in psychological structure...". Poor Song Feng analyzed this question for a whole hour with a dry mouth and tongue.

  Zhang Huban, who had been listening carefully, finally understood why the beautiful girl was so angry with him that day. At the same time, he secretly congratulated himself on his wisdom in understanding Song Feng's intention to teach him a lesson before going down the mountain. Otherwise, who knows if it would have triggered the pursuit of the Women's Alliance mentioned by Song Feng? Zhang Huban, who felt that he had gained a lot, looked at Song Feng, whose cultivation was low and confused, and suddenly felt that Song Feng was actually very knowledgeable. He had accepted so many teachings from him, how could he forget to help improve his cultivation? Thinking of this, Zhang Huban beckoned to Song Feng to come over and said: "Sit cross-legged, gather your mind, and sink your breath into the dantian!" Song Feng was extremely surprised at Zhang Huban's sudden change in topic. Even if he had broken his head, he would not have thought that the rough wolf Zhao Liya and others met was actually this simple and unadorned, pure and unparalleled ancestor. And Zhang Huban, because of his deep understanding of what he said today, suddenly felt a great compassion to improve his cultivation! Although Song Feng couldn't understand the ancestor's thoughts, it didn't hinder the ancestor's supreme status. He hurriedly walked over to Zhang Huban, sat cross-legged, gathered his mind, and entered a state of meditation.

  Suddenly, Song Feng felt a surge of the most majestic and powerful energy in the universe, bursting forth from his Baihui acupoint, breaking through all the meridians in his body like a hot knife through butter. Even the mysterious Du Mai and Ren Mai channels, which were the ultimate goal of every martial artist's dreams, were swept away by this power like autumn leaves blown away by the wind. Next, Song Feng felt himself basking in the warmth of spring breeze, immersed in a vast ocean of energy. The true qi that originally flowed through his body like a gentle brook now surged forward like the mighty Yangtze River, rushing towards his Dan Tian with great momentum.

  When Song Feng woke up, he found himself more powerful than ever before, with a sense of calmness in his heart. The outside world became crystal clear, and every tiny sound was audible to his ears. He even discovered that he could breathe internally through his body. Even if Song Feng was foolish, he knew that he had reached the Xiantian realm, the lifelong pursuit of martial artists. A surge of excitement filled his heart, and two lines of hot tears flowed down unknowingly. With a loud thud, Song Feng knocked his head against Zhang Hu's feet several times: "Thank you, Master!"

  "Alright, you can get up now! You've been working hard these past few days. The other day, because your cultivation was really too low, you couldn't even use the things here. Now you're considered a god-like figure in the eyes of mortals. Here are some elixirs and a divine sword, as well as some magical instruments - take them with you! When you have time, go cultivate and if there's anything you don't understand, just ask Qingmu. That's all for today!" After finishing speaking, Zhang Huban gently closed his eyes.

  Song Feng only now truly understands the prowess of this seemingly young ancestor, who can instantly turn a mortal master into a pre-heavenly master. What kind of cultivation is required for that?! If Song Feng had previously held a slight disdain in his heart, it has now transformed into boundless respect for Zhang Huban! Song Feng bowed deeply to Zhang Huban, who was sitting in stillness, before quietly retreating.

  When Song Feng arrived outside, he truly felt his own strength. With a light leap, he could jump to dozens of feet away. Looking at the immortal sword in his hand, Song Feng knew that he could finally fly with his sword like his master, except that he still didn't know the incantation for flying with his sword yet!

  When Qingmu saw Songfeng, the astonished gaze made Songfeng feel as refreshing as drinking iced plum juice on a scorching summer day! Because he could make his master so surprised, it meant that his own cultivation must be extremely high. Unexpectedly, Qingmu's next sentence made Songfeng excited to the point of almost fainting: "Heavens! How unfair is heaven?! I've been cultivating for over a hundred years and only reached the middle stage of Qi Gathering, if not for the past two days' ancestor's elixir and guidance, who knows when I would have reached the initial stage of Qi Condensation?! Little did I expect that you, in just a few short days, went from the Post-Heavenly realm to the same realm as me!"

  If Song Feng had only vaguely felt that he had become extremely powerful, even to the point where he didn't dare imagine it, but he also didn't dare compare himself to his master. After all, his master's realm was already at a godly level in his eyes. He hadn't expected that his current cultivation not only reached his master's level but also far surpassed what he had previously known of his master's level. Even if Song Feng's heart function was strong enough, it could hardly withstand such intense stimulation. In an instant, Zhang Hu Pan's position in his heart climbed to an unattainable height.

  Just having withstood the huge impact of joy, Song Feng was about to withstand the greatest blow of his life. Because next, Qing Mu began a ruthless plunder, and now Song Feng finally understood why Master had been so deliberate in asking him to agree to let him freely choose two things that the Ancestor had bestowed upon him. At that time, Song Feng could not understand the greatness of the Ancestor, nor could he comprehend the preciousness of the things that the Ancestor had bestowed upon him. Now, having just experienced such a huge and strange encounter, Song Feng thoroughly understood the great power of the Ancestor, so it was natural to think that the things that the Ancestor had bestowed upon him would not be inferior products. Watching Qing Mu excitedly choose a top-quality, highly spiritual elixir, Song Feng's heart was bleeding drop by drop, and when Qing Mu took away the sword with infinite power, Song Feng felt an unbearable pain in his heart. Seeing Song Feng in such agony, even someone as thick-skinned as Qing Mu couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and comforted him, saying: "Ming De! Today, Master will teach you the Wudang Sword Technique, and from now on, you can also learn to fly with your sword and master that power that can overturn mountains and seas!"

  Bullshit, who cares! If I were to give this dan medicine and the immortal sword to Master Ku Ye, even if it's just the dan medicine, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to teach me any profound cultivation techniques. However, Song Feng didn't dare say that, after all, without the master in front of him, there wouldn't be his current self. Poor Song Feng could only comfort himself with the spirit of Ah Q: "It's just a pearl and a rusty iron sword, let's pity this old man in front of me, besides, if I can use these things to exchange for cultivation techniques, I've made a huge profit!"