150 Yu Xiaogang If sealing gods won't work, let's seal demons!
"Senior, your eye for people is spot-on; I'm sure you've got a solution." Chu Feng was simply clinging to Elder Qie Jiang.
"Haha, kid, learn to Enter the Realm first and I'll teach you a trick."
"Deal!"
With the bargain struck, the old men of this World seemed pretty friendly after all.
Right after, Xiao Wu and Fang Xinggong arrived; Red Fang the monkey lounged on Xiao Wu's shoulder, peeking now and then at her chest.
That monkey sure had luck with the ladies; Chu Feng itched to go up and smack it.
Noticing Chu Feng's glare, she said, "This little guy and I hit it off—he's cute. I'll give him back when you need him."
She really wasn't shy about it.
Cute? Wait till its beast soul flies into a rage—then you'll see savage.
"Enter the Realm? Kid, you know a Nascent Soul breakthrough only has a ten-percent success rate. Most lose decades of cultivation in one go. You're in that much of a hurry to die?"
Fang Xinggong was dripping disdain; he simply refused to believe such a genius existed.
So what if he had an Extreme Spirit Body?
"If you hadn't said that I might still be worried, but since Second Senior Brother's spoken, I've got to Enter the Realm or I'll look incompetent." Chu Feng figured it was a piece of cake.
Xiao Wu just kept feeding Red Fang chestnuts; men's business was none of hers, and she was curious to see a Nascent Soul breakthrough.
The first realm was the Unity Realm: sense the spirits of all things, gather the qi of all things.
Following Elder Qie Jiang's instructions, Zhu Zhuqing and Chu Feng sat cross-legged on the cliff edge, circulating every trace of spiritual energy in their bodies.
Having a Spirit Body really helped; the spiritual energy obeyed, going wherever it was told.
But to Enter the Realm, the first and most vital step was to merge one's heart completely with this World.
For Zhu Zhuqing it was simple: a cultivator is rootless and desire-free; she quickly sank into the fusion of mind and spiritual energy.
Chu Feng, by contrast, was a mess.
Think about it—his last life had ended absurdly; who else dies from peeking at someone? Coming to this World, he carried a ton of baggage.
Settling his mind was basically impossible.
So he skipped the step, turning contemplation into dream.
All that 'feel the World with your heart' drivel—he was here to learn techniques, not philosophy. Chu Feng grew restless.
"Told you the kid couldn't do it—look, he can't even sit straight," Fang Xinggong mocked.
"I'm not so sure." Xiao Wu believed in Chu Feng's potential, even if she didn't like him.
Elder Qie Jiang noticed too; he knew exactly what Chu Feng was attempting—just as expected.
He walked behind Chu Feng and lightly tapped the crown of his head.
Chu Feng had been dreaming of beauties at his beck and call when something suddenly barged into his dream.
Everything in the dream began to collapse.
Slowly the space filled with emptiness and chaos.
Chu Feng figured the old man was behind the intrusion, but invading his personal dream was underestimating him.
He released all his spiritual energy outside his body, coating the dream in a protective shell—yet against Elder Qie's strength it barely slowed anything.
Worse, the spiritual energy began pouring into the dream, as if leaving his body entirely.
Elder Qie Jiang's voice echoed like a hollow valley: "Break this pitch-black space and you'll have succeeded."
Turning the blackness into any other color sounded easy, but doing it was anything but.
Elder Qie's spiritual energy kept invading; Chu Feng's fled wherever it approached, and the dream space kept shrinking.
Which meant his cultivation was draining away.
If he couldn't Enter the Realm in time, the consequences would be dire.
Inside the dream his thoughts were caged; his mind was nearly blank.
To break the deadlock, he had to rely on the only part still under his control—his stomach.
The Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art was a God Realm technique; how could a mortal system interfere? So Chu Feng's idea was—
Devour his own dream!
Eating himself—bizarre.
Yet it was the only option left.
"Clever. Show me what that technique can do," Elder Qie Jiang's voice echoed through the collapsing dream.
He seemed increasingly eager to spy on the marvelous skill.
Chu Feng simply recalled his Spirit Body and stopped releasing spiritual energy, focusing his will in the plainest way to devour the dream.
After all, forcing consciousness into one's own dream went against instinct.
"This kid—he's actually fallen asleep while cultivating!" Fang Xinggong laughed.
Indeed, Chu Feng was fast asleep, snores and all.
Once he truly entered slumber, the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art slipped in too, turning into something alive and tangible.
And it began to nibble away at the pure black space.
Every bite replaced darkness with patches of vibrant reality.
Beauties and luxury cars reappeared in Chu Feng's mind.
He had done it. Elder Qie Jiang walked away satisfied and started a game of stone chess.
"That's it? But everyone who Enters the Realm shows a sign," Xiao Wu wondered.
"He's just putting on an act," Fang Xinggong sneered.
"So the Sword Sect hides here! I still owe you for last year's tournament—finally waited you out."
A green-robed man burst from the woods, spear leveled, charging furiously; his tone dripped resentment—clear history with the Sword Sect.
And his target was none other than Chu Feng.
Xiao Wu dropped the monkey and surged spiritual energy to block, but she was a beat too slow.
The spearman was no pushover either.
"Watch out!" Xiao Wu shouted in alarm.
No one could hear: Zhu Zhuqing was lost in meditation, and Chu Feng was still trapped in his dream, unaware of the outside World.
The only one who might intervene, Elder Qie Jiang, sat with eyes closed, regulating his breath.
The spear drove straight into Chu Feng's back, blood blooming; the attacker twisted the shaft upward.
A stab of pain shattered the dream. Chu Feng opened his eyes to realize he'd been ambushed.
But the assailant was about to suffer for it.
Chu Feng didn't even circulate spiritual energy. Though the spearhead had sunk an inch into his back, he looked unhurried—he already had a plan.
Fang Xinggong had been gloating, but suddenly exclaimed, "He's stepped straight into the Second Realm!"
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