Chapter 70: Huang Rong’s Decision! Qiao Feng Begins Cultivation!
“It’s done! Retreat!”
Huang Rong’s clear voice rang out as she swiftly fled from the wolf den, her figure darting through the terrain with practised agility.
On the battlefield, Qiao Feng and the Beggar Sect disciples had been locked in a vicious struggle against the monstrous wolves. The moment Huang Rong’s call reached them, relief flashed across their faces.
“Regretful Dragon’s Might!”
Qiao Feng let out a mighty roar, his true qi surging wildly as he unleashed the most powerful strike he could muster. A colossal golden dragon of pure energy erupted from his palm, barreling into the towering wolf king like a divine hammer descending from the heavens.
BOOM!
The massive beast was sent flying backward, its hulking form crashing heavily into the earth.
Without hesitation, Qiao Feng’s silhouette blurred as he leaped toward his companions.
“Move!”
His voice rang like a war drum. With a series of rapid palm strikes, he forced back the encroaching wolves, creating an opening for retreat. The Beggar Sect disciples wasted no time. They turned and ran at full speed, their figures flickering through the dense foliage as they fled from the enraged wolf pack.
AWOOOO!
The wolf king’s furious howl echoed through the night, shaking the very air. At once, the entire pack gave chase. The hunt was on.
For miles, the pursuit continued. The disciples pushed their bodies to the limit, sweat streaming down their faces as they raced across uneven terrain. The wolves, relentless and unyielding, pursued them with an almost supernatural ferocity.
“Shit… they’re still after us!”
A mid-stage Finger Profound Grandmaster among the Beggar Sect disciples gasped for breath, his voice laced with exhaustion and growing panic.
“If they don’t stop chasing, we’ll have to make a final stand!”
Qiao Feng remained calm.
“Hold on,” he said firmly. “They won’t chase forever.”
True to his words, after another few dozen miles, the wolves suddenly halted, snarling in frustration before turning back toward their den.
They had given up the chase.
“Haah…”
Several of the warriors collapsed against trees, panting hard.
“I thought we were dead for sure,” one muttered.
Another laughed, his voice trembling slightly. “I bet those wolves are losing their minds right now, realizing their treasures are gone!”
Despite the fear they had just endured, a sense of triumph began to rise among them.
The risk had been great, but the rewards were priceless.
Qiao Feng, however, remained cautious.
“Don’t celebrate too soon,” he warned. “We need to move further. If those beasts realize what happened, they might come looking for us again.”
Huang Rong nodded in agreement.
The wolves’ rage and intelligence had been evident throughout the battle. It was only a matter of time before they understood they had been robbed. If they were truly intelligent, then they would come seeking vengeance.
“Let’s move.”
Without hesitation, the group continued onward.
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At last, after traveling for miles, the group reached a quiet valley, hidden deep within the mountains.
Only then did they finally relax.
“We should be safe here.”
Qiao Feng exhaled, scanning the area for any signs of danger before nodding in satisfaction.
At that moment, Huang Rong stepped forward.
“Qiao Feng,” she said, her tone unusually serious. “I found something in the wolf den. A cultivation manual.”
The entire group froze.
For a long moment, silence reigned.
“WHAT?!”
All eyes snapped toward the book in her hands, a heavy sense of reverence filling the air.
A true cultivation manual.
A path toward immortality.
“This…”
“Is this real?”
“If this is truly a cultivation technique… then this battle was worth everything!”
Excitement blazed in their gazes, their injuries and exhaustion momentarily forgotten.
Even Qiao Feng’s breath quickened as he carefully took the book from Huang Rong’s hands.
The title gleamed faintly in the dim light—
《True Diagram of Celestial Fire》
He opened the book, his voice steady as he read aloud:
“True Diagram of Celestial Fire. A cultivation method of the Fire attribute, suited only for those with Fire-element spiritual roots. Those with Water-element spiritual roots will be unable to cultivate it.”
“Upon initiation, one will awaken their Natal True Flame, which will grow stronger with time. When mastery is reached, a single flick of the hand can summon an inferno capable of incinerating oceans and scorching the heavens.”
The group held their breath as they listened.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Then
“…A cultivation technique of the Refining Spirit and Returning to the Void level?!”
Even Huang Rong was shaken.
Martial arts manuals were rare treasures in their world. Cultivation manuals on the other hand were legendary. Something as powerful as this should not exist here. A warrior in their world could spend an entire lifetime searching for a single true path to immortality—and yet, here was a complete and advanced technique, simply lying within a wolf’s den.
Was this destiny?
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Qiao Feng stared at the text, lost in thought.
Finally, he spoke.
“…If I cannot cultivate it, then one of you should take it.”
Huang Rong shook her head.
“This book belongs to you.”
She smiled slightly. “Without you, we never would have survived that battle. And if anyone here deserves this opportunity… it’s you.”
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Her voice was firm. The Beggar Sect disciples nodded in agreement.
Qiao Feng hesitated briefly. Then, exhaling slowly, he sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.
“Then… I’ll give it a try.”
The moment the decision was made, a weight seemed to lift from his shoulders.
He took a deep breath, focusing his qi, allowing the knowledge of the True Diagram of Celestial Fire to flow into his consciousness.
BOOM!
Within a single incense stick’s time, the energy in the air shifted violently. A surge of crimson light erupted from Qiao Feng’s body, flames coiling around him like a living dragon. Shock filled the eyes of everyone present.
“H-he’s actually doing it…?”
In that moment, they all knew—
Qiao Feng had succeeded. He had stepped onto the path of cultivation.
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A small smile touched Bai Chen’s lips.
“Interesting…”
Of all people, Qiao Feng had successfully begun cultivating.
He shouldn’t have been able to.
The martial world had long thought cultivation and martial arts were separate paths.
Yet Qiao Feng, a man of pure martial blood, had just stepped onto the road of immortality.
“…The War God Physique.”
Bai Chen chuckled.
It wasn’t just a legend. It was real. And soon, the world would know it too. The heavens had chosen a new monster.