Chapter 108: The Secret Art's Flaw

Chapter 108: The Secret Art's Flaw

Liu Qianye's spatial ring was far more advanced than Mu Feng's, boasting an expansive space of dozens of cubic meters.

Inside, there weren't many coins, but there were several gold cards—each worth a fortune. What truly caught Mu Feng's attention, however, was a pile of luminous spirit stones.

Hundreds of them.

These spirit stones alone signified wealth worth millions. Beyond that, the ring held countless jade bottles filled with high-grade pills, including Demon Suppression Pills, Clarity Pills, Energy Restoration Pills, and even Fasting Pills. None were below Tier 3.

Clearly, this elder had been a formidable cultivator—and a wealthy one at that.

What thrilled Mu Feng even more was the discovery of a weapon.

A Thunderous Weapon

It was a spear, entirely violet in hue, measuring over three meters in length. The blade was two feet long, sharpened on both edges, shaped like a sword rather than the usual conical tip. It exuded an aura of crackling lightning.

The spear was undoubtedly a spiritual weapon.

Mu Feng gripped it with both hands, testing its weight. "About 100 pounds… Just right."

He infused his energy into the spear and swung it forward.

"Swoosh!"

A violet arc of lightning burst from the spear, slicing through the air and striking an ancient tree. The explosion sent splinters flying as the tree collapsed.

"What a weapon!" Mu Feng exclaimed in delight. His gaze fell upon the two characters engraved on the spear.

"Violet Thunder."

Clearly, this was the weapon's name.

Mu Feng stored the spear back into the ring and took out a silver-white mask, covering the upper half of his face. Only his nose and mouth remained visible, adding an air of mystery to his appearance.

"Since the world thinks I'm dead, I'd better stay incognito," he muttered to himself.

A Final Rest for a Teacher

Carrying Liu Qianye's body, Mu Feng mounted the snake-tailed leopard. A swift kick to its flank sent the beast speeding through the forest. With its exceptional speed, it covered over 200 kilometers in less than an hour, reaching An Nan City.

His arrival caused a commotion.

"Look! It's a snake-tailed leopard!"

"Incredible! A Purple Vein Nine-Tier beast as a mount? Who is this masked man?"

Ignoring the curious onlookers, Mu Feng rode straight to the Mu family estate.

At the gate, he encountered Bai Ziyue and Mu Kuang, both mounted on beasts of their own—Bai Ziyue on a Wind Wolf and Mu Kuang on a Blood-Eyed Tiger. These mounts, also Purple Vein beasts, had been captured using beast-taming rings Mu Feng had provided.

"Brother Feng, you're back! We were just about to head out. Who is that you're carrying?" Bai Ziyue asked, curiosity piqued.

"A senior I met in An Nan Ridge. He was a great benefactor to me but has passed away. I've brought him here to give him a proper burial," Mu Feng explained.

The pair nodded and headed off to train, while Mu Feng proceeded to the Mu family's cemetery. There, he commissioned the construction of a tombstone engraved simply with: "A Teacher's Resting Place."

Out of caution, he left Liu Qianye's name off the tombstone, ensuring the elder's treacherous foster son, Liu Qing, wouldn't discover the grave.

Training in the Wilderness

After handling the burial, Mu Feng returned to An Nan Ridge with his snake-tailed leopard.

Now effectively living in the wilderness to maintain his cover, he trained atop a massive boulder while Bai Ziyue and Mu Kuang roasted fish nearby. Their mounts—Wind Wolf, Blood-Eyed Tiger, and the snake-tailed leopard—feasted on a freshly caught river horse.

Meanwhile, Xiaotian frolicked in the river, playfully tormenting a crocodile.

Sitting cross-legged, Mu Feng studied the Thunderous Eight-Step Art. He activated the technique, guiding the purple lightning energy Liu Qianye had left in his dantian through his meridians.

A faint layer of purple lightning began to shimmer around his body, accompanied by a tingling sensation.

A Shocking Encounter

As Mu Feng focused, threads of lightning from the surrounding air began to converge around him. Overhead, a dark cloud formed, and a bolt of lightning cracked down.

"Ahhhh!"

Mu Feng screamed in pain as the bolt struck him, his white hair standing on end. Smoke rose from his charred clothes.

Startled, Bai Ziyue and Mu Kuang rushed to him. "Brother Feng! Are you okay?"

But the moment they touched him, a residual charge shocked them both, causing their arms to go numb.

Mu Feng waved them off weakly, signaling that he was fine. Observing his internal state, he noticed that the purple lightning bolt had been absorbed by the lightning seed in his dantian, strengthening it.

"How many times will I have to endure this to master this art?" he muttered in exasperation.

The technique required the practitioner to endure lightning strikes to form eight lightning marks in their dantian. Only then could they achieve the art's full power.

The Art's Dangerous Flaw

Just then, Xiyue's voice rang in his mind. "Hmm? Why do you have another lightning energy in your body?"

"Xiyue, you're awake! Let me tell you—" Mu Feng eagerly recounted the events surrounding Liu Qianye and the Thunderous Eight-Step Art.

After studying the jade scroll, Xiyue's tone turned serious. "This technique is formidable, no doubt about it. Fully mastered, it can allow you to fight opponents across multiple realms. But it has a significant flaw."

"What flaw?" Mu Feng asked.

"It has a severe backlash. Every time you use it, the recoil will harm you almost as much as it hurts your opponent. It's a double-edged sword—killing your enemy while severely injuring yourself."