Chapter 127: White Tiger Overlord Spear, Second Form: Soaring Gust

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Boom—

Three dark azure whirlwinds erupted violently from the ground, surging toward the heavens with an unstoppable momentum that seemed to ascend endlessly.

The training ground below was swept by the fierce winds, dust flying and gravel scattering everywhere…

Yet Dai Chengfeng stood firmly in place. The howling wind whipped his clothes into a frenzy, but the halberd in his hand remained as steady as a divine needle stabilizing the sea, perfectly controlling this powerful yet agile force.

"Success!"

At this moment, Dai Chengfeng's eyes were filled with joy.

Finally, he could lie heavily on the stone floor of the training ground, gazing up at the bright moon in the sky, smiling.

"If the first form of the White Tiger Overlord Spear, City Destroyer, is about gathering all one's strength to strike a single point with earth-shattering power…"

"Then this second form, Soaring Gust, is truly the embodiment of taking on a thousand foes alone on the battlefield!"

Dai Chengfeng could hardly imagine what ordinary soldiers would do if they faced these three whirlwinds without a powerful expert to shatter them.

Surrender? Wait for death!

"Even against opponents with soul power levels equal to or slightly higher than mine, as long as they can't completely overwhelm me with their soul power…"

"They will be rendered immobile by these three whirlwinds carrying the force of heaven and earth."

"White Tiger Overlord Spear, Second Form: Soaring Gust—a peerless group attack and control skill!"

After a while, Dai Chengfeng felt the increase and solidification of his soul power, and a flicker of satisfaction passed through his eyes. "Through this breakthrough, my soul power has finally reached Rank 32."

"Ultimate attributes… indeed, cultivation is difficult!"

"But thankfully, I possess the Innate Technique. Advancing one rank every three months isn't slow…"

"And the rewards are incomparable to those of ordinary soul masters!"

Dai Chengfeng raised his hand slightly, looking at the soul power in his palm, which had nearly doubled in density since awakening his ultimate metal attribute.

"Though the quantity hasn't increased much, the essence has undergone a complete transformation."

Dai Chengfeng understood clearly that without a strong foundation, even the tallest tower would be nothing more than a castle in the air…

"If given the choice, who wouldn't want to become a soul master with limitless potential and an ultimate attribute?!"

Dai Chengfeng laughed wearily. "No wonder I've pursued it for so long…"

"Ultimate attributes… truly powerful!"

The moonlight poured down like water, bathing Dai Chengfeng's sweat-soaked yet smiling face. The night breeze gently caressed him, rustling the leaves of the trees.

In the distance, the occasional hoot of a night owl added to the serenity and depth of the scene.

"This… is only the beginning."

Dai Chengfeng took a deep breath of the cool evening air, murmuring softly. His voice eventually faded into the wind.

Unaware of when, he drifted off into a deep sleep.

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The next morning, the gentle dawn light fell softly over the training ground like a veil, signaling the start of a new day.

"Chengfeng, Chengfeng…"

"I've been looking for you everywhere. How did you fall asleep here? Did you catch a cold?"

Zhu Fan's urgent voice broke the tranquility of the morning, waking Dai Chengfeng from his slumber.

"Uncle…"

Dai Chengfeng slowly opened his eyes, still drowsy and visibly fatigued. "We've been traveling nonstop for too long, and I was so exhausted yesterday that I accidentally fell asleep."

As he spoke, Dai Chengfeng lazily stretched.

"Uncle, why are you looking for me so early? Is something the matter?"

Hearing this, Zhu Fan's expression turned serious, and he nodded slightly. "There is something, Chengfeng."

His face grew somber, his gaze lowering as if carefully considering his words.

"Chengfeng, regarding the Dujiangyan project, though Zhu Yan hasn't been in charge these years, he's always kept it in mind. He's already made arrangements, and it should restart within half a month at most."

"He's thoughtful." Dai Chengfeng nodded in satisfaction. "What else?"

"Judging by your expression, Uncle, I assume not all of it is good news, right?"

"Hehe~"

Zhu Fan scratched his head awkwardly. "Also… Chengfeng, we killed Dai Xuan."

"Though this matter may not seem big, it's certainly not small either…"

"After all, he was the nephew of Duke Dai Tian of the Star Luo Empire and the leader of the Overseers' Lineage. Moreover, he was appointed governor of Wu'an City by the Emperor himself."

"So, I think it's necessary to inform His Majesty about this. I've already written a letter to my brother-in-law."

As he spoke, Zhu Fan's eyes darted nervously, guiltily glancing at Dai Chengfeng. He forced a strained smile onto his face.

"Chengfeng, do you want to take a look at the letter?"

Seeing Zhu Fan's evasive eyes and awkward expression, Dai Chengfeng stared at him silently, his gaze probing.

"Chengfeng, why… why are you looking at me like that?"

Under Dai Chengfeng's intense gaze, Zhu Fan grew increasingly uneasy. Beads of sweat began forming on his forehead, and his voice started to stutter.

"Besides killing Dai Xuan, there must be something else in the letter, right?"

Dai Chengfeng's eyes remained fixed on Zhu Fan, his expression amused.

"No!"

Zhu Fan hastily shook his head, his forced smile growing even more rigid. "How… how could there be anything else? Hehe~"

He chuckled dryly, trying to mask his nervousness, but his eyes avoided meeting Dai Chengfeng's at all costs.

Dai Chengfeng continued to stare at Zhu Fan for a while.

By now, Zhu Fan was sweating profusely, wondering if he'd already been found out.

'Could Chengfeng have realized that I also mentioned his plan to kill Xu Guotao?'

'Once such a major event happens, the imperial court will inevitably experience violent turmoil. If I don't give His Majesty advance notice, leaving him unprepared, I'll be in serious trouble…'

'Ugh, torn between supporting my nephew and remaining loyal to the empire, protecting the Zhu family…'

'This is so hard for me!'

Just as Zhu Fan, overwhelmed with anxiety, was about to confess—

Dai Chengfeng suddenly shook his head, interrupting him. "Never mind. I won't read it."

Dai Chengfeng's tone was indifferent, seemingly unconcerned about the contents of the letter.

"You're really not going to read it?"

Zhu Fan asked quietly, his voice tinged with relief.

"Not reading it."

After speaking, Dai Chengfeng stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and headed toward the backyard.

He was utterly exhausted yesterday, having fallen asleep on the training ground drenched in sweat. Now, all he wanted was to take a bath and relax properly.

As for what else Zhu Fan had written in the letter besides mentioning the killing of Dai Xuan?

Dai Chengfeng didn't need to guess.

After all, after so many years of close interaction, he knew his uncle all too well.

Zhu Fan's little schemes? Dai Chengfeng saw right through them—he simply chose not to dwell on them.

After all, Zhu Fan was caught between himself and the Emperor, while also needing to consider the Zhu family—where his parents still resided…

Dai Chengfeng understood his struggles.

And what to say and what not to say—Dai Chengfeng trusted Zhu Fan to know how to make the right choices.

Soon, Dai Chengfeng's figure disappeared from the training ground.

"Whew, that was close~"

Watching the direction Dai Chengfeng had left, Zhu Fan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, exhaled deeply, and muttered in relief, "Thankfully Chengfeng didn't read it—I managed to hide it…"

As he spoke, a hint of smugness appeared on his face, and he began talking to himself.

"My acting skills… are truly impressive!"

Humming a cheerful tune, Zhu Fan strode confidently toward the post station.

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