Chapter Fifty-Seven: Enlightenment

  Sitting on a rush cushion in the stone room, Mu Feng raised his head and carefully looked at the small bronze characters on the wall.

  However, surprisingly, those bronze-colored small characters, he didn't recognize a single one.

  Since crossing over, "Mufeng" retained complete language and text memory in the remaining memories, making Mufeng able to recognize mainland characters, but not a single word was recognized, this is still the first encounter.

  Mo Feng furrowed his brow, unsure of what this meant.

  Xuanjie Wuxue and higher-level Wuxue are different from Huangjie Wuxue. Huangjie Wuxue emphasizes the importance of key points and oral formulas, requiring a long period of practice. In contrast, Xuanjie Wuxue focuses on comprehension, and if one has good intuition or receives guidance from an expert, they can grasp it in a very short time.

  Linghu Chong's Flame Fist and the Sunflower Manual belong to the Xuanji martial arts and inner energy techniques. When Qingfeng Tianzun taught them to Mufeng, he also imparted his own understanding to Mufeng, which is why the latter was able to grasp the essence of both martial arts in a short period of time or even instantly.

  This is the first time that Mufeng has independently comprehended the profound meaning of Xuanjie Wuxue, which is slightly difficult for him, but it is also a good opportunity for Mufeng to temper himself. If he can successfully comprehend this time, it will be extremely beneficial for his future cultivation of higher-level martial arts.

  Before she knew it, two hours had passed. Mu Feng's eyes were still fixed on the small bronze characters, and she was still thinking hard but couldn't get to the point.

  Although it was time to eat, Mu Feng had forgotten about his hunger. After entering the Hua Qi realm, a warrior's endurance for hunger and thirst greatly increased, with the support of Tian Di Xuan Li energy, even a warrior in the Casing Realm could go without eating or drinking for a year.

  In terms of age, the lives of martial artists who have reached a higher level of cultivation far exceed those of ordinary people. They can reach a high level of martial arts and even live for tens of thousands of years without falling. Many martial artists cultivate for this reason as well.

  Outside the stone room, Mu Chuan had long since left. Mu Zi Wu sat quietly with his eyes slightly closed, his heart as calm as water, like a high-ranking monk who had attained enlightenment. The only sign of his extraordinary cultivation was the subtle fluctuations of his aura that emanated from his body.

  Mo Feng gazed at the stone wall filled with small bronze characters, somewhat speechless. Could it be that today he would return empty-handed? Two hours had passed, yet not a single gain was made.

  It seems that mastering a set of Xuanjie's lower-grade martial arts is not an easy task either. Mufeng sighed and closed his eyes, which were slightly sore from watching.

  However, in the instant he closed his eyes, he discovered that the small bronze characters on the stone wall seemed to come alive, and there was a feeling of flying down from the wall.

  What's going on?

  Mo Feng opened his eyes, but that feeling suddenly disappeared without a trace.

  He is really muddle-headed and can't figure it out.

  "I don't believe it, I won't even learn a set of low-grade Xuanjie martial arts!" Murong Feng said fiercely.

  It was another three hours, and Mu Feng stared at the small bronze characters on the stone wall, as if he had forgotten about time, forgotten everything.

  If there were other people in the stone room, they would be surprised to find that Mu Feng's eyes had not opened, but he was not asleep. Instead, he had already engraved those bronze-colored small characters in his heart and did not need to use his eyes to look at them.

  Outside the stone room, Mu Zi Wu's eyes slightly opened, and he said to himself in a low voice: "This child can understand the Xuanling Copper Body Technique within five hours, his comprehension is already quite good."

  As soon as Mu Zi Wu's voice fell, a strange phenomenon appeared in the stone room.

  The small bronze characters on the wall seemed to be activated, and they actually shook. The characters emitted a bronze glow, which gathered in the air and then drilled into Mufeng's mind through his brow.

  A picture suddenly appeared in his mind: a vague figure seemed to emerge from nothingness, and as the figure approached, fine, icy blue lights burst out of its body. The icy blue lights became more and more dazzling, until they made people dare not look directly at them. The figure also gradually solidified, and its face became clearer and clearer, and that face was actually Mu Feng himself.

  At that moment, the bronze light emitted by the small characters in the stone chamber all drilled into Mu Feng's body. His entire body emitted a cold bronze light, and then the bronze light gradually shrank and hid under Mu Feng's skin.

  Mo Feng slowly opened his eyes, the stone room was no different from when he first entered, everything had returned to its original state, but the bronze-colored icy glow emanating from his skin indicated that this trip had not been in vain.

  "This Xuanling Copper Body Technique is far more powerful than I imagined, with the Xuanling Copper Body Technique, I can barely withstand Mu Sheng's Ice Frost Technique. However, the Xuanling Copper Body Technique doesn't seem to be the end of this martial art?" Mu Feng clenched his fists tightly, feeling the changes in his body while muttering to himself.

  As he walked out of the stone room with confidence, looking at the white back shadow as still as a stone carving, Mufeng bowed and said: "Mufeng Lao, junior has already understood the Xuanling Copper Body Technique, thank you for your guidance. However, junior has one thing to ask."

  "Speak!"

  "This Xuanling Copper Body Technique seems to be incomplete, it appears that there is still a cultivation mantra at the back." Mu Feng hesitated for a moment before speaking out his doubts.

  "You can see that, it seems your comprehension is quite good. This set of martial arts is indeed just a fragment." Murong Zi Wu said calmly.

  "Only a fragment?" Mu Feng was stunned for a moment, but even if it's just a fragment, it can be considered as a lower-grade Xuanjie martial art. If it were the complete version, wouldn't that make it a mid-grade or even high-grade Xuanjie martial art? How terrifying would that be?

  "It has been passed down for years, and the remaining chapters of cultivation may have already been lost?" Mu Zi Wu's tone also carried a hint of regret, presumably because he was heartbroken about the loss of this martial art.

  "It turned out to be this, thank you, Senior Miao. This junior will take his leave!" Mu Feng still felt a little regret in his heart. With just the remaining chapters, he could already feel the power of this physical cultivation technique. If he had the complete version, his body would be able to cultivate to an extremely terrifying level.

  "Go," said Mu Zi Wu softly. Then there was another silence.

  Mo Feng bid farewell to Mozi Wuchang and hastily returned to another courtyard, where he couldn't wait to start cultivating under the big tree in the yard.

  Through the window, looking at the diligent figure practicing in the courtyard, Mu Chengzhi nodded frequently, and Lin Hui also had a smile on her face, standing aside.

  "With the strength shown by Feng Er, as well as his talent and diligence, I think that in the not-too-distant future, he will surely achieve something." Mu Chengzhi said with some excitement.

  "Brother Mu, the wind is no longer a concern for us. What makes me even happier is that your injury has started to show signs of improvement after taking the medicinal pill bestowed by our clan." Lin Hui's mood was extremely joyful, in her world, Mu Chengzhi and his son were everything.

  "Hmm, I've been having a breakthrough feeling lately." Mu Chengzhi had been troubled by his injuries and stayed at the peak of the Huaqi realm for over ten years. With his injuries improving, breaking through to the great perfection of the Huaqi realm was also imminent.

  "Hui Mei, you've suffered injustice all these years." Mu Chengzhi grasped Lin Hui's hands, which were full of calluses from years of hard work, and said emotionally.

  Lin Hui's face flushed with a hint of red: "We're an old couple, why be so mushy? If the kids see us, won't they laugh at us?"

  "He dares to make fun of his old man, just watch me beat him until his butt is blooming." Mu Chengzhi glanced at Mu Feng on the window and pretended to be fierce.