C13 Seven Evil Palms

After opening the Gate of Heaven yesterday, Han Feng's strength did not advance, but instead retreated, and actually dropped to the Concentration Stage. Furthermore, in terms of Concentration Stage, his strength was not very strong, only at the seventh level of Spirit Focus.

At least the Spirit Initial Stage from the beginning was still able to support him using the Dragon Seizing Hand, but now, Concentration Stage, the Divine Fault had not opened. Although they had already condensed into a Vital Spirit with the help of the Gate of Heaven, they could not be used even before the Divine Fault seeds were opened.

On the path of cultivation, right now, in the body, he would plant a Divine Fault seed, and then continue to cultivate, watering himself with the energy of heaven and earth. This was the beginning of cultivation, and also the first step towards cultivation, called Concentration Stage.

This was the most fundamental, and also the most crucial, step. Legend has it that someone once suppressed his strength for eighteen years and then broke through in one go, directly becoming a god and becoming a supreme existence. Whether these words were true or false, was still unknown. However, setting up a firm foundation within the Concentration Stage would definitely bring hundreds of benefits rather than no harm in the future of cultivation.

In his previous life, even though Han Feng was in a hurry to progress, his Concentration Stage had stagnated for a full three years. It could be said that his foundation was extremely solid.

Taking a deep breath, the stone inscription book circulated within his body, absorbing the threads of spirit energy from the heaven and earth into his body. After circulating through the meridians in his body, it returned to the Qi Sea s, continuously nourishing the golden Divine Fault seed inside.

"Sigh, it's a pity that twenty thousand years from now, the world's elemental energy is too scarce. Otherwise, I would only need three days to completely pass through this Concentration Stage."

Sighing, Han Feng put away his cultivation technique and tried to form a Dragon Seizing Hand. This was one of the Secret Arts that he had mastered, and the requirements for soul force were the lowest, so he only needed Spirit Initial Stage to use it. However, for Spirit Initial Stage, that level of consumption was not enough to sustain it for a long time.

However, with the strength of his Concentration Stage, he did not even have a bit of elemental energy storage in his body, so he naturally failed.

"Capturing a crossword puzzle!"

With a low growl from Han Feng, a dim hand appeared in front of the window. It grabbed the clothes that were thrown on the ground and threw them back to Han Feng's side.

Capturing a character was one of the forty-nine ancient glyphs, not some extremely profound Secret Arts. On the contrary, it was extremely easy to learn it, but this type of enigma tested one's control over soul force. It could be said that a person could learn it, but to what extent would one be able to master it, was hard to say. Maybe if he mastered it to the extreme, it would be possible to use the [Capturing Mystery] to compete with the Dragon Seizing Hand, it wasn't an impossible feat.

After putting on his clothes, Han Feng stood up. He remembered that before the old man left yesterday, he slapped his head and gritted his teeth.

"Damn old man, you actually dared to hit my head. Next time, I'll definitely pull your hair."

Han Feng was still considering if he should go to the room next door to find some Secret Arts that he could use with his current strength. After all, many of the Secret Arts that he had trained twenty thousand years ago could not be used at that time, and what he remembered now were mostly very rare and precious Secret Arts.

"Given this level of natural elemental energy, I reckon that it would at least take a few months to break through to the Spirit Initial Stage … Damn it, a few months … "Ai, how can I catch up to you? Yue Er …"

With a heavy sigh, Han Feng walked out of the room and went to the room next door.

When he pushed the door open, he still choked on the dust.

Han Feng frowned as he started to search for something he was interested in among the old books that were covered in dust. However, it was either the historical documents like the three principles and five meanings, or the history of the Emperor's Heart Technique to win people's hearts.

"Damn it, why are you still not willing to tell me where your Secret Tower is?"

Han Feng threw away the useless old books in his hands. Suddenly, he found something out of place in the neatly stacked books.

A scroll.

Han Feng was stunned for a moment. This kind of thing was rarely seen even in his own era, yet it still existed today. Presumably, it must be some rather powerful Secret Arts.

Thinking of this, Han Feng smiled and rushed over to close the door. Then, he took the scroll to the window and slowly pulled it open with the help of the glimmer of light that seeped in from the window.

On the scroll, the flowing text gave Han Feng a headache. Why was it not something of a higher grade? It made him want to see it with his naked eyes.

In the past, most of the Secret Arts that Han Feng obtained were recorded by using the divine will imprint. Thus, there was no need to read it word by word, and just by communicating with the Spiritual Sense imprint on the book, he was able to read everything the imprint owner wanted to say into his brain. As for the things that were imprinted in the divine will, naturally, he would never forget them, unless his divine will was damaged.

However, even though he was complaining, Han Feng was patient and finished reading it bit by bit.

According to the records on the scrolls, it should have been created by a student with an extremely high talent in Saint Essence Mansion. Thus, the records were so simple, but as to why no one was able to imprint a set of palm techniques on him, no one knew.

The rough description of meridians made Han Feng's head hurt. There were even some very uncertain words, such as, possibly, probably, such as …

Anyway, Han Feng directly threw the scroll to the side after he finished reading it.

"It's such an unreliable item, no wonder it was thrown here."

After cursing, Han Feng calmed down. It seemed that there was nothing here that he really needed.

However, after thinking about it again, the Seven Evil Palms that he had just seen was actually very unique. Walking on a path, it was one that even the regular cultivators did not dare to get involved in, a pure set of palm techniques, in terms of Saint Essence Continent, was very rare, the majority of them liked the powerful Secret Arts, and they strived to deal with it in a single strike.

Of course, it could also be that Han Feng hadn't seen much before, so he didn't know much about the entire continent. However, this set of Seven Evil Palms was incompatible with all other palm techniques. This point was unquestionable.

"Maybe we can try."

Han Feng felt his chin and started to think about the feasibility of this matter. However, it was a pity that there were people who didn't want him to be at peace like this.

"Han Feng, get the hell out here! You actually dared to hit my little brother. Watch how I deal with you today!"