Chapter 632: Chapter 642: Transmitting Power/Power Transmission
"The Supreme Sword God Realm is truly mystical!"
Chu Feng looked at the elderly master in shock, as if he used the sky as his blanket and the earth as his bed. This must be the most primal state of cultivation for a cultivator.
Following Si Huang and others, they approached the elderly master.
Still seven or eight meters away, Chu Feng could smell wafts of foul stench assaulting his nose.
It was like the smell of dead fish, extremely unpleasant.
Only upon closer inspection did Chu Feng realize that beneath the elder, there was a yellow liquid oozing out, already covering the ground. Some had already dried and solidified.
The elder’s hair was like withered grass, dry and lifeless.
His clothes, face, and other places were all smeared with filth. Even the true face of the elder was barely discernable.
"This, this is the Heavenly Person Five Decays, even immortals can’t save him!"
As an Alchemy Venerate, Chu Feng was all too familiar with the symptoms of the Heavenly Person Five Decays. At a glance, he immediately judged that the old man before him was on the brink of terminal decline, vitality dispersed. It was only a sliver of will sustaining him, on the verge of passing away at any moment.
"Sit down cross-legged, let go of your mind, and that’s all you need to do! How much power you can get from me depends entirely on your own fortune," said Elder Wen Liuqing, each word seeming to take a tremendous effort to squeeze out from deep within his lungs.
Chu Feng and the others dared not neglect this instruction, each of them sitting cross-legged solemnly in front of Elder Wen Liuqing.
Lu Kuixi and Han Sheng purposefully squeezed Chu Feng to the side so that during the transference of power they could obtain more of the elder’s power. They intended to leave only scraps for Chu Feng to pick up, gaining only a small amount of power.
Chu Feng was not as strong as these two and was helpless to change it.
He could only bear with it and sit at the furthest spot.
"Four Realities and Three Qi, Condensing a pure and radiant light. Suppress and arrange the three fields, inner and outer green and yellow. Sunset Swallowing, Ascending Golden Light. Sun and Moon Internal Movement, Alchemy Palace..."
"Go!"
With a commanding shout from Supreme Elder Wen Liuqing, strands of incomparably pure energy floated out from his palms, eyes, nostrils, and the Baihui acupoint on top of his head. These strands of energy were as beautifully colorful as glass and solid.
Under the control of Elder Wen Liuqing, they drifted towards Chu Feng and the others.
Being seated farthest away, Chu Feng was the last one to receive Elder Wen’s energy.
A thread of colorful energy as thick as a finger was inhaled into his belly as he opened his mouth. The moment it entered his body, Chu Feng’s Nine Meridians Move Together, simply refining this external energy, and then guiding it into his Alchemy Field Qi Sea.
"This feels amazing!"
Chu Feng never imagined that growing his cultivation would be as easy as eating a meal, just swallowing mouthfuls at a time.
To put it vividly, his sword meridians were like a mouth, and Elder Wen’s power was like food. At this moment, Chu Feng just needed to gobble it up into the Dantian.
Just that single strand of colorful energy was equivalent to Chu Feng’s ten years of arduous cultivation.
A few more like it, and he could immediately advance to the Mid Sword Saint phase.
Such astonishing speed of cultivation was faster than riding a rocket.
No wonder, when he came with the Master of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect for the power transference, people like Qin Shan were mad with jealousy. The benefits were just too incredible.
"Wow, another wave is coming!"
Chu Feng saw that the colorful energy leaking from Elder Wen’s body was becoming more abundant. Si Huang, Han Sheng, and Lu Kuixi were all greedily absorbing it, competing for the power.
"Hmph, no matter how much you scramble for, what use is it if you can’t ingest it?"
Chu Feng smirked coldly. By refining and absorbing the first strand of colorful energy, he found that having an additional sword meridian was like having an extra mouth.
Among the four of them, Si Huang presumably had Seven-star Sword Veins, and Han Sheng possessed Six Yang Sword Veins.
As for Lu Kuixi, he only had Five Elements Sword Veins, the least impressive of them all.
Even the most formidable Si Huang only had seven mouths, two fewer than Chu Feng.
"I also have a secret treasure, which is the Abnormal Fire!"
Chu Feng’s Abnormal Fire could refine anything. It would definitely help him digest the colorful energy swallowed into his belly much faster.
As soon as colorful energy came near Chu Feng, it would immediately be absorbed into his body.
No matter how much came, he would absorb it all, as if his stomach was a bottomless pit.
At this moment, Chu Feng had completely turned into a gluttonous beast.
"Huh? How can that guy swallow so rapidly? Is he not afraid of being stuffed to death?" Han Sheng sensed a massive amount of colorful energy being absorbed by Chu Feng, and he couldn’t help but feel shocked and furious.
Lu Kuixi heard Han Sheng cursing and also turned to look at Chu Feng beside him.
He was shocked to the core.
He saw strands of colorful energy being absorbed into Chu Feng’s body non-stop. In comparison, Lu Kuixi was far behind.
Every time he absorbed a strand of energy, Lu Kuixi needed a long time to digest it.
Without digesting the old, the new couldn’t come in.
If he forced it into his body, it could backfire, easily causing an explosion.
"This bastard, why is he consuming like a monster? If he keeps snatching at this rate, even I, a Sword God, won’t have a drop to sip," Lu Kuixi worriedly sweated bullets from his forehead.
This was a rare opportunity in a thousand years, and Chu Feng, a mere crawler, was snatching the lion’s share. Lu Kuixi was unwilling to accept this.
Unfortunately, Lu Kuixi’s sword meridians were the poorest, and no matter how anxious he became, he could only be like an eunuch, helplessly fretting on the side with no solution at hand.
Si Huang’s absorption speed wasn’t slow, but compared to Chu Feng, there was a huge gap.
She watched Chu Feng in astonishment, and after scrutinizing him closely for about half a minute, she retracted her gaze, her expression still indifferent, like a still ancient well.
"The Nine Yang Sword Veins, truly deserving of the Supreme Sword Vein, are indeed extraordinary. They are at least twice as powerful as my Seven-star Sword Veins," Si Huang thought to herself in her heart. It was the first time she truly witnessed the might of the Nine Yang Sword Veins.
This was just the tip of the iceberg.
Being pursued fanatically by countless Sword Cultivators and known as the world’s Supreme Sword Vein, how could it be ordinary? It must possess many abilities beyond the reach of other sword meridians.
The proud and lofty Si Huang also, for the first time, recognized the extraordinariness of Chu Feng.
Previously, Si Huang always thought that the Nine Yang Sword Veins were, at most, slightly more advanced than her Seven-star Sword Veins, as they both belonged to the Special Sword Veins.
As time ticked by, Elder Wen Liuqing’s body began to tremble violently.
The leaking of colorful energy gradually weakened, which meant the transfer of all his power was nearly complete.
All four of them tensed up, scrambling for the power in a race against time.
Lu Kuixi felt like crying; with inferior sword meridians, despite struggling for so long, he probably hadn’t gotten even a third of what Chu Feng had absorbed.
"Damn it, I’m going all out!"
Lu Kuixi realized that if he didn’t seize more now, there would be none left. He decided to take a risk and absorb a few more strands into his body to refine and absorb slowly.
Whoosh!
He opened his mouth and inhaled, drawing in five strands of colorful energy right into his belly.
However, as soon as they entered his belly, they acted like five frenzied bulls charging inside him.
Boom!
By the time Lu Kuixi realized something was wrong, it was already too late to spit them out. He screamed miserably as he was blown away, spitting out mouthfuls of blood, which was mixed with pieces of his organs.
He didn’t have the diamond drill but insisted on handling porcelain work; he was lucky not to be killed by the explosion.