Spiritual grass generally takes hundreds of years of absorbing Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi to form.

For martial artists, this spiritual grass has a powerful effect on enhancing strength.

Moreover, the older the spiritual grass, the stronger its effects.

However, with the scarcity of Primordial Qi nowadays, finding a stalk of spiritual grass is not easy.

Unexpectedly, Chu Feng stumbled upon it.

From the Primordial Qi Energy emitted by the spiritual grass, it appears that this stalk is at least five to six hundred years old.

If this were brought to an auction, it could fetch at least ten billion.

But if a martial artist obtained it, they would surely directly absorb and refine it, not auctioning it off!

Chu Feng looked at the stalk of spiritual grass, his eyes flashing with excitement.

Just now, the mysterious tripod in his mind reacted, and he followed its guidance to this place.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a stalk of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Grass.

It seems that the mysterious tripod in his mind is no simple thing.

It can even sense Heaven and Earth Spiritual Grass.

Just as Chu Feng was preparing to take the spiritual grass to refine it,

a Buddhist chant sounded.

"Benefactor, hold on!"

Chu Feng stopped in his tracks and looked over.

He saw an old monk in a kasaya, with scars from his vows on his bald head, appearing before him.

"Old monk, what is it?"

Chu Feng asked, looking at the old monk.

"Benefactor, I see that your head is shrouded in Heavenly Slaughter Energy, and your body is entwined with murderous and resentful auras."

"You must have killed a lot, and are now plagued by Evil Qi!"

The old monk said earnestly, looking at Chu Feng.

"Cut the crap!"

Chu Feng said coldly.

"Benefactor, for your life's sake, I think you should join me and convert to Buddhism."

"By harnessing the Buddhist Law, cleanse the slaughter and resentment from within, and purify your soul—that is the best approach!"

The old monk joined his hands in prayer, his words resonating as if he were a saintly monk.

"Let me become a monk?"

Chu Feng looked at the old monk, his expression stunned.

"This is converting to Buddhism, cleansing the slaughter from your body!"

The old monk spoke out.

"Convert my head! Do you even know who I am? And you want me to convert to Buddhism?"

"I'm afraid if I converted to Buddhism, you all in Buddhism would be left boneless!"

Chu Feng looked at the old monk with a look of disdain and snorted.

For him, the mighty Demon Lord, to convert to Buddhism and become a monk was ridiculous!

Not to mention whether he would agree, the Demon Prison and the Ten Thousand Demons would never agree!

"Benefactor, do not be obstinate!"

The old monk chanted, his demeanor one of compassion.

"Either you leave yourself, or I will make you leave!"

Chu Feng said to the old monk coldly.

"Since that's the case, then benefactor, please gift that stalk of spiritual grass to me."

"I will recite scriptures and pray in front of Buddha every day, for Buddha to purify the slaughter within you!"

The old monk continued saying.

At that, Chu Feng scoffed and coldly said to the old monk:

"So, it was for the spiritual grass all along, huh? Still, acting compassionate, advising me to convert to Buddhism."

"With disciples like you, I suspect your Buddha is spitting blood in anger!"

"Shut up, how dare you desecrate Buddha!"

The old monk shouted at Chu Feng.

Bang!!!

Chu Feng moved in an instant, appearing right in front of the old monk.

A punch powered with fierce might blasted out.

Watching Chu Feng's ferocious punch coming towards him,

the monk's face changed, and he waved his hands.

Trying to block Chu Feng's punch.

Bang!!!

But the old monk had overestimated himself and underestimated Chu Feng.

Their attacks collided, releasing a terrible roar.

The old monk screamed in agony, his body hurled back several meters and smashed against the mountain wall.

With a retching sound, a mouthful of fresh blood spewed out, his complexion pale as death.

"You..."

Horror filled the eyes of the old monk as he stared at Chu Feng.

"If you don't scram, I'll send you to see the Buddha!"

Chu Feng's eyes flashed with a fierce killing intent as he snorted coldly.

A terrifying demon power radiated from his body.

The old monk trembled and dared not say more, quickly leaving the area.

"Ridiculous!"

Chu Feng snorted coldly and approached the Spirit Grass, yanking it out.

Immediately, the Mysterious Tripod in Chu Feng's Spirit Sea started to spin rapidly.

A terrifying absorbing force emerged.

The energy from the Spirit Grass began to surge crazily into Chu Feng's body and then entered the large tripod.

In an instant, the Spirit Grass wilted and turned into dust, disappearing between heaven and earth.

"What the hell, how did you devour it?"

Chu Feng had wanted to refine the Spirit Grass to enhance his strength.

He hadn't anticipated that all the energy of the Spirit Grass would be devoured by the large tripod.

But at that moment, a rich and powerful Primordial Qi surged crazily into Chu Feng's body from inside the tripod.

Chu Feng sat cross-legged on the ground, beginning to operate his cultivation technique to absorb this vast Primordial Qi.

An hour later, Chu Feng opened his eyes, emanating a terrifying aura all over.

It seemed that the Mysterious Tripod was not trying to steal the energy of the Spirit Grass.

Instead, it helped Chu Feng refine the energy of the Spirit Grass, then transform it for Chu Feng's own use.

After absorbing and digesting the energy of this Spirit Grass,

Chu Feng's long-unbroken realm had finally broken through, his body feeling full of strength.

"The Wood Power is finally responding. It seems that with a few more Spirit Grasses,"

"My Heaven and Earth Creation Skill could break through to the Fourth Transition!"

Chu Feng muttered to himself.

He then returned to Hou Yu's side.

But Hou Yu's current state was a surprise to Chu Feng.

Hou Yu's body had already developed Inner Strength.

He had stepped into the ranks of Inner Strength Martial Artists and had officially become a Martial Artist.

Such fast comprehension of Inner Strength, this talent was definitely top-grade!!!

Looking at Hou Yu, Chu Feng abruptly placed a hand on his back.

A surge of robust Primordial Qi flowed into his body.

Eventually, with Chu Feng's help and over the course of a morning,

Hou Yu's strength directly stepped into the Mid-level Inner Strength.

Half a day's time had taken him from an ordinary person not only into the ranks of martial artists but also to the Mid-level of Inner Strength.

This rate of progress was astonishing.

Moreover, this was Chu Feng worrying that Hou Yu's strength was increasing too rapidly and that his foundation was inadequate.

Otherwise, he would have been at the High Stage or even the Peak of Inner Strength by now.

"Thanks a lot, boss!"

Hou Yu opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.

Having risen, Hou Yu looked at Chu Feng with a face full of gratitude and said.

"Since I acknowledged you as my little brother, this is what I should do. No need to thank me."

"You have only just stepped into being a martial artist. You must diligently cultivate because your current strength is still very weak!"

Chu Feng said, looking at Hou Yu.

"Boss, don't worry, I absolutely won't let you down!"

Hou Yu said with a smile.

Afterward, the two left the area and returned to school.

Jiangzhou University, in a pavilion, Ling Hao stood there as Qiu Ya approached.

"Why are you here again? Didn't you say to give me three days to consider?"

Qiu Ya said, looking at Ling Hao.

"I've changed my mind, I'm only giving you one last day."

"If you don't return with me by this time tomorrow, the strong ones from the Ling Family will appear in Jiangzhou."

"And you'll see that kid's corpse," Ling Hao said, staring at Qiu Ya.

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