Cultivation starts from simplifying the exercises

Chapter 2178 A Mighty March

This is a Dharma body that is somewhat similar to the True Body of Dao Ruins, but is completely different in essence.

It was not a natural manifestation of cultivating a specific technique, but rather the result of Ji Siqi using himself as a furnace and his natal divine weapon, the Qiankun Medicine King Cauldron, as a catalyst to forcibly incorporate all the power of the earth vein fire, the golden core puppet, and the array runes on the cauldron into his body, thus temporarily forging the Qiankun Battle Body.

"Using his body as a formation, the cauldron as a foundation, and gathering all power into one... Has Senior Brother Ji gone mad?" someone exclaimed in horror.

"Such a powerful aura, but this power is too violent. Can Senior Brother Ji control it?"

"This is a life-or-death method; the slightest carelessness will result in death and annihilation."

Everyone was stunned by Ji Siqi's crazy and tragic actions. In order to fight against Chen Fei, he actually resorted to this almost self-harming method to forcibly increase his strength.

Beneath the ancient pine tree, a hint of surprise flashed in Feng Butong's eyes, which then turned into an almost inaudible sigh: "In the end, it was an external force that forcibly mixed in, and the foundation was unstable, which harmed both others and himself. After this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, he will be severely weakened."

In the arena, Ji Siqi, enduring the excruciating pain that felt like his body was being burned, suddenly raised his head. His heterochromatic crimson-gold eyes locked onto Chen Fei, who remained standing calmly opposite him. His hoarse voice, like a broken bellows, said:

"Junior Brother Chen Fei...please take another move from me."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pushed off with his foot.

"boom!"

With an indomitable and fierce momentum, Ji Siqi charged toward Chen Fei.

He was not empty-handed. His right hand, which had originally gripped the handle of the Qiankun Medicine King Cauldron, was now bulging with muscles, its five fingers like iron clamps, gripping the huge bronze cauldron, which had also turned red and hot due to the infusion of power.

He swung the bronze cauldron with one hand, leaving a trail of crimson-gold energy.

There are no fancy techniques, no mysterious variations, only the most primitive and violent smashing.

The Qiankun Medicine King Cauldron was already incredibly heavy, and now it was infused with all the power of Ji Siqi's Qiankun Battle Body. When this cauldron was unleashed, it was not just a cauldron, but a plane burning with raging flames.

Before the cauldron even arrived, the violent power had already descended, compressing the space around Chen Fei until it emitted an unbearable roar, and the black jade stone ground beneath his feet sank and cracked.

This attack had already exceeded Ji Siqi's usual limits; it was a desperate strike where he risked everything.

"What a terrifying attack! Can Junior Brother Chen Fei withstand it?"

"You have to catch it even if you can't, you can't avoid it, your energy has already been locked down."

Faced with this attack, a very subtle look of surprise finally appeared on Chen Fei's usually calm face.

A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, and Chen Fei raised his right hand.

With palms facing upwards, he calmly and slowly approached the Qiankun Medicine King Cauldron, which could shatter stars.

Time seemed to stretch out countless times at that moment.

In the reflection of the wide-eyed onlookers, the massive cauldron burning with crimson flames came into contact with that slender hand.

"Boom!"

There was no earth-shattering roar as imagined, no horrific scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere. There was only a dull, muffled sound that exploded from the point of contact.

A ring-shaped shockwave, a mixture of crimson gold and chaotic hues, suddenly erupted, spreading wildly in all directions in a spherical shape. Wherever it passed, space was forcibly torn apart, forming a brief void, and the solid black jade stone on the ground shattered and tumbled inch by inch.

The circular shockwave slammed into the surrounding energy barrier with a loud "boom," causing the entire barrier to shake violently.

Even those disciples who were closer to the arena, separated by a barrier, were shaken by the terrifying sight and the deep, soul-piercing thud, causing their blood to surge.

At the center of the shockwave, the raging crimson flames on the cauldron encountered an invisible barrier the moment they touched the palm, scattering wildly in all directions, yet unable to harm the palm in the slightest.

At the other end of the giant cauldron, Ji Siqi's eyes were crimson gold, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace from excessive exertion, and blood kept spilling from his mouth. Yet, he still gripped the cauldron's handles, channeling all his strength through his Qiankun Battle Body into his arms, attempting to press the giant cauldron down.

However, the giant cauldron remained completely still.

The ferocity on Ji Siqi's face was gradually replaced by an indescribable bewilderment.

Chen Fei tilted his head slightly and slowly closed his five fingers.

Before anyone could react, Chen Fei tightened his grip on the cauldron, pulling it towards himself.

Caught off guard, Ji Siqi's entire body rushed towards Chen Fei along with the bronze cauldron.

Should I let go?

He could immediately regain his balance and even use the momentum to retreat, avoiding direct contact with Chen Fei. Reason told him that he should do so.

However, just as his fingers were about to loosen, a hint of madness and resentment suddenly flashed in Ji Siqi's eyes.

He can lose, he can suffer a crushing defeat, he can even damage his foundation. But he absolutely cannot be like this, being pulled around at will by his opponent, and then slinking away in disgrace.

It was a pride that ran deep in one's bones, a kind of obsession and madness that was aroused in dire circumstances.

Ji Siqi let out a roar. Instead of letting go, he gripped the cauldron's handles with his five fingers like iron hoops, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged again. He actually wanted to wrestle with Chen Fei and pull the giant cauldron back.

"Ho... Ah!"

His face was contorted in a ferocious expression, his eyes bloodshot, but his body was still being irresistibly pulled toward Chen Fei by the giant cauldron.

Chen Fei seemed slightly surprised by his reaction, and his fingers, which were gripping the body of the cauldron, paused slightly.

"Chen Fei!"

Ji Siqi roared hoarsely, his voice cracking. He no longer tried to fight against the overwhelming force. Instead, he used the momentum of being pulled forward to pounce on the attack like an arrow.

Ji Siqi clenched his fist tightly, pouring all the power of his raging Qiankun Battle Body into this punch without reservation.

His right fist instantly turned crimson and gold, its light dazzling, and he slammed it down on Chen Fei's ever-calm face.

"boom!"

The two fists collided without any fancy moves.

"Crack... Crack..."

The dense sound of bones cracking, like popping beans, clearly reached everyone's ears.

The crimson-gold light on Ji Siqi's fist instantly extinguished. His right arm, already cracked from forcibly using the Qiankun Battle Body, shattered inch by inch from his fist, skin, muscles, tendons, and bones, in the face of that irresistible and terrifying force.

The shattering of his right arm seemed to be a signal, completely detonating the already extremely unstable Qiankun Battle Body within Ji Siqi's body. The dimmed crimson-gold patterns on his body surface suddenly lit up like a red-hot branding iron, and then exploded with a bang.

"puff!"

Blood gushed from Ji Siqi's mouth, and his body flew backward at an even greater speed than when he pounced.

"Boom!"

With a dull thud, Ji Siqi's mangled body crashed heavily onto the training ground dozens of miles away. He rolled around seven or eight times on the hard ground, leaving a shocking trail of blood, before finally coming to a stop.

His eyes were tightly closed, his face was as pale as paper, and his breath was extremely weak.

Chen Fei slowly withdrew his fist and did not pursue.

A suffocating stillness enveloped the entire Dao Asking Peak.

Several breaths passed before a deafening uproar swept through every corner like a tsunami.

"Senior Brother Ji's Qiankun Battle Body... was shattered by a single punch?"

"It wasn't just smashed, it was completely shattered, even the arm is gone."

"Senior Brother Ji's desperate last-ditch effort... it couldn't even make Chen Fei take a step back?"

"The Dao Ruins Returning to Truth Body... is truly terrifying!"

Exclamations and incredulous murmurs erupted like boiling water.

Chen Fei's earlier act of supporting the giant cauldron was impressive, but it was ultimately just a demonstration of defense and strength.

At this moment, this seemingly casual yet devastating punch nakedly displayed the terrifying power of its attack. Ji Siqi's desperate Qiankun Battle Body strike was as fragile as paper in front of Chen Fei.

This overwhelming disparity in strength sent a chill down everyone's spine.

Yesterday, Chen Fei defeated Wu Nianjiao with two punches, which was shocking, but Wu Nianjiao wasn't known for her defense or physical strength. Today, Ji Siqi used a desperate move similar to a magical body technique. The result was still the same.

"Ho...ho..."

A series of labored and heavy breathing sounds came from the pool of blood in the training ground.

Countless gazes instantly focused on it.

On the blood-soaked ground, a figure, limp as mud, was trying to prop itself up.

This process is slow, like a slow-motion execution of a punishment.

Finally, under the complex gazes of everyone, Ji Siqi knelt down on one knee, supporting himself with his left hand. He lowered his head, his disheveled, blood-stained hair falling down, obscuring most of his face.

Then, he slowly raised his head.

That once handsome and refined face was now as pale as paper, covered with blood and dust. Although his eyes were dim and lifeless, they were still fixed on Chen Fei in the distance.

Some discerning elders and top disciples could see it clearly.

Ji Siqi's right arm wasn't directly shattered by Chen Fei's punch. The power of Chen Fei's punch was more focused on dismantling Ji Siqi's attack and defense, and repelling him.

If Chen Fei truly intended to kill, Ji Siqi's fate would not be as simple as losing an arm; his entire body would likely be reduced to dust by that power of the Void.

The root cause of Ji Siqi's broken and disappeared right arm lies with himself.

He disregarded everything, pouring all his strength and recklessness into his right arm to unleash that strike, but he simply couldn't withstand the force that rebounded back.

If Ji Siqi had chosen to withdraw at that time, his injuries would not have been so severe.

"His eagerness to win caused him to lose his composure." Feng Butong shook his head slightly, his gaze towards Ji Siqi filled with no pity, only a faint trace of regret.

While courage and diligence are important, assessing the situation and preserving oneself are equally crucial. Ji Siqi's defeat today was certainly due to a significant disparity in strength, but his character flaws were also laid bare.

In the arena, Ji Siqi seemed to gradually understand this point as he emerged from his extreme pain and dazed state.

Ji Siqi gave a bitter smile, and even more blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"I... admit defeat!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly within the training ground.

After paying such a heavy price, Ji Siqi did not roar in resentment, but only had a calm that came with an endless bitterness after recognizing reality.

"Chen Fei emerges victorious at the C-class martial arts arena!"

As Elder Qingxu announced, the energy barrier surrounding the Bing-character martial arts arena slowly dissipated. The deacons and disciples from Dan Ding Peak who had been waiting immediately flew into the arena.

Chen Fei bowed slightly towards the high platform, then stepped forward and stood beside Cao Feiyu again.

Off the field, countless eyes followed his figure, filled with awe, curiosity, and curiosity.

At the edge of the waiting area, Zhong Ming's gaze did not linger on Chen Fei, who had just returned victorious, but instead followed Ji Siqi's figure with an indescribable complex emotion.

Zhong Ming only let out a deep breath after Ji Siqi disappeared from sight.

At the summit of Wendao Peak, the noise of people was still deafening, but many people's eyes were unconsciously drawn to Feng Butong beneath the gnarled ancient pine tree.

After Chen Fei displayed such astonishing strength, everyone wanted to glean some insight from Feng Butong's reaction.

On the other side of the waiting area, a tall and upright young man was also squinting slightly, staring intently at the figure in the blue robe in the arena.

He is none other than Huang Shanfeng's direct descendant, Xu Ziqian.

Unlike the shocked or horrified expressions of others, Xu Ziqian's face showed more of a calm scrutiny and assessment.

"Chen Fei's punch was indeed terrifying in power, but the most crucial thing was the trace of annihilation Dao rhyme contained within it, which just happened to ignite the already unstable conflicting power within Ji Siqi's body, causing it to collapse from the inside."

"If it were me, the strength, body, qi, and spirit of the Divine General Body would be perfectly integrated and indestructible. Although Chen Fei's punch had the Daoist charm of Returning to Nothingness, it was impossible for him to cause the power within my body to clash and collapse. Only an absolute collision of power against power could achieve that."

This conclusion put Xu Ziqian at ease.

He was not blindly confident, but rather based on a clear understanding of his own abilities.

Elder Qingxu didn't give everyone much time to reflect before quickly announcing the next few matches.

Top talents took to the stage one after another, each displaying astonishing strength. The battles were equally exciting, drawing cheers from the audience.

But perhaps because the impact of Chen Fei's battle with Ji Siqi was too strong, the subsequent battles, although intense, always felt like something was missing, and it was difficult to create that same overwhelming shock.

Soon, all ten matches of the first round came to an end.

The atmosphere at the summit of Daoshan Peak became solemn and tense once again. The top ten had been determined, which meant that an even fiercer competition was about to begin, and that they were one step closer to obtaining the coveted sixteenth-grade top-quality spiritual material.

"The second round of drawing lots shall begin." Elder Qingxu's voice, like the gentle tolling of an ancient bell, clearly reached everyone's ears.

On the high platform, the huge void battle diagram lit up again, and the ten names flashing with light began to exchange positions in an disorderly manner.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats, their eyes fixed on the matchup diagram, wondering what kind of intense clashes would take place in the next round.

Finally, the light on the match map gradually stabilized, and the ten names were paired up and clearly presented to everyone.

When you see Chen Fei's name clearly, and the name listed next to his, you'll understand.

"Whoosh!"

After a brief silence, an uncontrollable uproar spread rapidly like ripples.

"Wu Nianjiao? Chen Fei's opponent is Senior Sister Wu?"

"This fortune reading is just too...unlucky!"

"Yesterday's crushing defeat, and today's encounter... How deep must Senior Sister Wu's psychological trauma be?"

"How can we fight like this? Are we just going to get punched down two more times?"

Countless gazes were cast toward Wu Nianjiao, a slender figure in a pale yellow dress, standing in the waiting area. Her face was somewhat pale.

Wu Nianjiao stood there, her delicate body swaying almost imperceptibly, a bitter feeling quickly spreading across her exquisite face.

The terrifying memory of those two punches from yesterday's martial arts arena surged back into my mind like a nightmare.

How do we fight? What do we use to fight?

Even at my peak yesterday, I couldn't withstand two punches from my opponent. Although I've had time to rest today, the shadow in my heart still lingers, and my momentum has waned.

Moreover, Chen Fei's strength today is even more terrifying than yesterday. Given the power of Ji Siqi's Qiankun Battle Body, Wu Nianjiao knew that even if she went all out, her chances of winning were only 20-30%.

Time passed in a flash, yet also in a long time.

Finally, Wu Nianjiao took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

"Elder Qingxu, your disciple Wu Nianjiao concedes defeat."

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly resonated throughout the entire Wendao Peak.

In an instant, the entire venue fell into an eerie silence once again.

He conceded defeat before even stepping onto the stage?

Although everyone was surprised that Wu Nianjiao drew Chen Fei again, no one expected that this proud and arrogant Fairy of Sorrow would so decisively admit defeat.

But after a brief moment of astonishment, many people showed expressions of understanding, and even agreement.

Yeah, how do we fight?

Knowing full well that defeat is inevitable, knowing that the opponent's strength is unfathomable and the gap between them is so vast that it is despairing, why bother to invite further humiliation?

Wu Nianjiao's actions, though seemingly cowardly, were in fact a rational choice made after recognizing reality.

However, only Wu Nianjiao herself can truly understand the helplessness and bitterness behind this wisdom.

"The victor of the Class B Martial Arts Arena is Chen Fei!"

As Elder Qingxu announced, the light representing Wu Nianjiao's name on the Void Battle Chart dimmed.

After uttering the words "I admit defeat," Wu Nianjiao seemed to have all her strength drained away. Her delicate body swayed slightly, and without looking at anyone else, she silently turned and left.

After a brief silence, the atmosphere on the Peak of Inquiry was reignited by a new round of competition.

"Jia-character training ground: Cao Feiyu versus Zhong Ming".

Zhong Ming, a direct descendant of Tianzhen Peak and a master of array formations, was narrowly defeated by Chen Fei's unpredictable array formations yesterday. However, no one dares to underestimate the prestige of his Undying True Light Mirror and the Eternal Void Time Array Scripture.

"Senior Sister Cao versus Senior Brother Zhong, this match is going to be interesting."

"Senior Brother Zhong's defensive formations are unparalleled, while Senior Sister Cao's sword is indestructible. I wonder which is stronger?"

"I have high hopes for Senior Sister Cao. Her sword intent is too sharp and can break through all kinds of defenses."

"It's hard to say. Senior Brother Zhong's Undying True Light Mirror is said to be able to resolve all laws, so Senior Sister Cao's sword intent may not be able to break through it."

Discussions arose again, and all eyes turned to the Jiazi Martial Arts Arena.

Cao Feiyu remained calm, nodded slightly to Chen Fei beside her, and then took a step forward. Her black robes fluttered, and her figure moved like a sword. In an instant, she appeared in the martial arts arena.

Zhong Ming took a deep breath, his eyes regaining their calm and collected expression. With a flash, he appeared opposite Cao Feiyu. (End of Chapter)