Chapter 189: The Terror of the Top-grade Primal Acupoint! Thirty Years of Acupoint Combination! [Qian

Chapter 189: The Terror of the Peerless Primal Aperture! Closing the Aperture in Thirty Years! Qianyuan Shocks the Veterans!

Accompanied by a subtle distortion of space, the unique fluctuations of the subspace teleportation gradually subsided.

Qin Feng’s figure, as the light dispersed, materialized clearly within a vast area that exuded a powerful sense of technology and might.

This was the exclusive functional zone of the Dauntless Battle Group—the Dauntless Zone.

Not far away, three familiar figures had already been waiting for some time.

They were none other than Long Yu, Nissan, and Ning Jing.

Having not seen each other for a mere few months, the aura of the three had undergone an earth-shattering transformation.

If they were previously like tempered steel that constrained its own power within the body, hiding its sharp edge;

Then at this moment, an intangible yet tangible force field lingered all around them.

That was a unique aura formed by the initial interference of mental energy with reality, making their presence feel heavier and more profound.

"Qin Feng, you've finally arrived."

Nissan's lion-like short golden hair shone brilliantly under the light as he laughed and opened his arms, giving Qin Feng a solid embrace, his fan-like large hand slapping heavily against his back with resounding thuds.

"Congratulations to the three of you on your successful breakthroughs."

Feeling the power radiating from Nissan—which was more condensed than before and carried a hint of mental pressure—Qin Feng smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"A shared joy. You forged a peerless primal aperture in thirty years, now that is the true grand occasion."

Long Yu, whose disposition was as gentle and refined as jade, walked over with a smile, his expression bringing a sense of reassurance as always.

To the side, Ning Jing merely nodded at Qin Feng, his expression remaining cold and austere, yet the approval in his gaze was entirely unconcealed.

He was a pure martial artist, and when it came to the strong, he was never stingy with his respect.

Behind the trio stood two seniors whose auras were even more deep and profound.

They stood there silently, like two inconspicuous mountain peaks, showing no sharp edges yet possessing a heavy, profound density that seemed to merge entirely with the force field of the whole Dauntless Zone.

"Come, let me introduce you."

Long Yu stepped to the side, presenting them to Qin Feng, "Qin Feng, this is Senior Liang You, and this is Senior Chu Qi. Both of them are instructor seniors of our Dauntless Battle Group. They have been immersed in the sixth-level Soaring Realm for many years, and their vitality indices have long since firmly reached eighteen thousand points, making them true powerhouses who have touched the first 'major limit.'"

Qin Feng's heart stirred slightly as he turned his gaze toward the two.

Senior Liang You looked elegant and scholarly, resembling an academic more than a martial artist, his surrounding aura peaceful and balanced.

Senior Chu Qi, on the other hand, possessed a robust build with a face that seemed carved by a chisel and ax, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's, carrying an aura of iron and blood from long days on the battlefield.

"Senior Liang, Senior Chu."

Qin Feng bowed respectfully.

This was not humility in the face of power, but rather respect for those who had gone before him on the path of martial arts.

"Hello, Qin Feng."

The two seniors laughed heartily at the same time, Chu Qi’s resonant voice carrying a touch of frankness, "The two of us have been wanting to meet you for a long time! In this nightmare-level mission, if you hadn't turned the tide at the very end, our battle group probably would have lost the number one spot. We are both instructors, so if you have questions regarding cultivation in the future, you can ask us. Just come straight to the battle group's Dauntless Zone to find us."

Liang You added, "The mentors are responsible for the overall planning of your cultivation path, which is a macro-level strategic adjustment. However, when it comes to the cultivation of specific techniques like the 'Imperial Mental Energy Control Basics,' as well as various detailed problems encountered during cultivation, instructor seniors are perfectly capable. Old hands like us, who have been stuck in a certain realm for a very long time, may not have other talents, but when it comes to polishing basic techniques, we do have some experience."

"Oh, and the instruction is free."

Liang You added with another smile, "In reality, this counts as an internal mission within the battle group. The battle group awards us instructors with prestige points as compensation. In the future, for instance, if you get stuck while breaking through a bottleneck or grow weary of going out on life-or-death missions, you can also take on instructor missions issued by the battle group to guide newly joined juniors. It likewise earns a quite handsome amount of contribution and prestige points. Of course, in terms of earnings, it’s not as much as the reward from a single warrior-level mission you undertake, but it wins out in safety and stability."

"So that's how it is."

A wave of realization washed over Qin Feng as he nodded.

He instantly understood the ingenuity of this system. This not only provided high-level martial artists with a stable channel to earn resources, but it also formed a virtuous cycle of knowledge inheritance, allowing the experience of the strong to be passed down efficiently, immensely strengthening the foundation and cohesion of the entire battle group.

"Calling you over this time was mainly to let you know that instructor seniors exist within the battle group."

Long Yu patted Qin Feng on the shoulder, the smile on his face suddenly becoming somewhat "ill-intentioned."

"With the seniors guiding you from the side, it will allow you to avoid many detours when learning mental energy control techniques, speeding up your entry into the threshold by several times. That is the first point."

Changing his tone, he chuckled and said, "The second point is that we want to have a proper, serious fight with you. The three of us have just broken through to the sixth level, and our mental energy control methods have barely scratched the surface, while our fourth-level killing methods are also mostly learned, though not yet mastered."

"Therefore,"

Long Yu's smile grew increasingly radiant, "if we don't seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to give you a good 'beating' now, once a monster like you also learns mental energy control, we probably won't stand a chance ever again!"

The moment these words were spoken, even the usually boisterous Nissan revealed a deeply agreeable expression, nodding forcefully, "Exactly! That's the logic! We must beat you up right now, otherwise our thoughts won't be at peace!"

Even the corner of Ning Jing's mouth rarely curved into an extremely faint arc.

These words caused everyone present to burst into laughter, filling the air with a merry atmosphere.

This was no provocation, but rather the purest jest and invitation to spar between comrades-in-arms.

"In truth,"

After the laughter subsided, Senior Liang You explained gently, "though they say they are challenging you, their underlying intention is to let the two of us observe from the side during a real battle with you, thereby more intuitively discovering the deficiencies in their initial application of mental energy, so that we can give them some targeted guidance."

Senior Chu Qi looked at Qin Feng with burning eyes and added, "Especially you, Qin Feng. We have all watched your battle recordings. Those two self-created killer moves of yours, Jinluan and Qianyuan, have already faintly touched the threshold of mental energy application on the level of will. It could even be said that they have spontaneously stimulated a portion of mental energy’s might. This is extraordinary, showing that your martial will and mental talent far exceed ordinary people. Letting them fight you will also better stimulate them to understand how to combine mental energy with the will of their own killing methods."

"And we will analyze your specific situations based on the battle to offer some pointers."

"By the way, don't fight in the private domain; do a real-combat fight. Although the Imperial Arena doesn't affect the use of mental energy, it hinders our analysis while spectating."

This was both a friendly match and a vivid teaching lesson.

"Since that's the case, let's not delay."

The spiritual energy around Qin Feng boiled slightly due to this invitation to battle, "Let's head straight to the real-combat zone."

With the matter settled, the group walked toward the core of the Dauntless Zone—the real-combat zone.

The real-combat zone was an incomparably massive underground space, with a star-filled sky simulated above the dome, spanning a vast expanse that could not be seen across at a single glance.

Countless alloy arenas of varying sizes floated in midair, connected to one another by bridges of energy light.

The rising and falling sounds of clashing weapons, the roars of energy explosions, the shouts of martial artists, and the guidance of mentors together composed a symphony filled with power and hot blood.

A large number of battle group members were breaking a sweat here, honing their martial techniques.

When the four of them—Qin Feng, Long Yu, Nissan, and Ning Jing—appeared, they immediately caused a significant commotion in the vicinity.

"Look quick! It's Senior Long Yu, Senior Nissan, and Senior Ning Jing! Didn't they just break through to the sixth level?"

"The one next to them... Oh my god! It's Qin Feng! It's the 'Beast' Qin Feng!"

"A living legend! This is my first time seeing him from such a close distance!"

"Perfecting aperture closure in thirty years, single-handedly obliterating a sixth-level Slaanesh demon... this resume simply isn't human!"

"The four of them are here to do a real-combat fight?"

Long Yu, Nissan, and Ning Jing were originally the three most dazzling peaks among the previous generation of fifth-level martial artists, holding illustrious reputations within the battle group.

As for Qin Feng, he had leapt to become the most legendary rising star of the Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts University in nearly a century by virtue of a series of achievements that could be hailed as miraculous.

As the four of them stepped onto the arena simultaneously, they instantly drew hundreds and thousands of gazes from the surroundings, and even some instructor seniors who were currently guiding students turned their interested eyes over one after another.

"The three of us against you alone."

Long Yu stood upon the wide arena, smiling at Qin Feng, entirely unaffected by the pressure of the numerous onlookers, "Any problem with that, Qin Feng?"

He flexed his wrist, the joints emitting crisp, popping sounds. "Though I've already grasped the basics of mental manipulation, I don't think I alone can get the better of a monster like you. The three of us together—that's fair."

"Hahaha, no problem."

Qin Feng laughed freely, likewise shedding his outer coat, revealing the lightweight training suit beneath.

None of the four wore heavy power armor or wielded any weapons, clearly preparing for the purest form of hand-to-hand combat.

At the foot of the arena, Senior Liang You's voice rang out at just the right moment, as if explaining to the surrounding students or setting the tone for the battle: "Fists and palms are the foundation of weaponry and the source of all techniques. Every mental construct, spiritual energy flow, and striking technique in weapons can find its most primitive, purest form in fists and palms—and vice versa. Watch closely, feel with your heart; this will be an exceptionally rare teaching battle."

The words had barely faded when the battle on the arena erupted!

Without a hint of probing, Ning Jing's figure flickered, like an arrow loosed from a bowstring, instantly cutting into Qin Feng's left flank. His fingers pressed together like a blade, thrusting straight at Qin Feng's ribs.

At the same time, Nisan let out a deafening roar, his massive frame charging forward like a heavy war machine at full throttle, a ferocious straight punch aimed at Qin Feng's face, carrying the weight of ten thousand forces.

And Long Yu, like a gliding shadow, silently circled to Qin Feng's right rear, his palms crossing to seal off all possible escape routes.

The three moved in flawless coordination, their assault surging like a tide, instantly placing Qin Feng in a dire predicament on all sides.

Facing this thunderous combined attack, Qin Feng's eyes remained calm as still water. Instead of retreating, he advanced, stomping his right foot hard on the ground.

"Thud!"

A dull boom shook the entire alloy arena.

His body was pushed to its limits in an instant—full power unleashed!

He chose not to evade but to counterattack!

His left elbow swept backward like an iron whip, precisely colliding with Ning Jing's hand blade.

His right hand transformed from palm to fist, meeting Nisan's boulder-sized fist head-on!

"Bang! Bang!"

Elbow against knife-hand, fist against fist—they clashed violently midair, erupting in two muffled, drum-like thunderclaps.

A fierce shockwave of force radiated from the four, sweeping in all directions, rustling the clothes of the students watching below.

Ning Jing's figure flew backward from the collision, while Nisan was jolted back half a step by the immense power of that punch, his face filled with shock.

In that lightning-flash gap, Qin Feng had already turned, sending a whip kick toward Long Yu, who was sneaking up from behind.

Long Yu brought his palms together, firmly blocking the kick, but the terrifying force within it pushed him sliding several meters away.

In that instant of exchange, one against three, Qin Feng was not at a disadvantage!

"Oh? So this is the effect of mental power?"

During that exchange of blows, Qin Feng could clearly sense that the spiritual energy in Nisan's and Ning Jing's fists and palms was completely different from his own.

His own spiritual energy was pure, vast, and violent, like a breached flood, pouring out in the most direct way, pursuing ultimate destructive power.

Theirs, guided and constrained by mental power, flowed faster and moved along more intricate paths, as if forged by a master craftsman into invisible blades.

This made their released force more concentrated and more terrifying. At the same output efficiency, the resulting destructive power and penetration far surpassed before.

"Again!"

Nisan roared, charging forward once more.

This time, a faint, visible glow clung to his fists.

The three launched into another storm of close-quarters combat.

Fists, palms, elbows, knees... Four figures turned into blurred afterimages on the arena, each collision erupting with deafening booms. They moved at high speed around each other, wrists and elbows clashing, sending out dense sparks.

The students below were already stunned, their minds shaken.

They could only see four shadows entangled, only hear the thunderous impacts, unable to catch any specific movement.

"Such speed! Such power!"

"Is this the top-tier combat strength of those who've cultivated 'supreme origin apertures'? Terrifying!"

Just then, the battle shifted again!

In the continuous blocks and counters, Qin Feng seized a fleeting opening.

Ignoring Long Yu's palm aimed at his back, and enduring Nisan's punch to his shoulder, he concentrated all his strength and will into his right fist.

In that moment, it was as if he had returned to the Weeping Cradle, to the illusion facing that sixth-level Slaanesh demon.

That overwhelming will once again filled his mind.

"Qianyuan!" A supreme killing move, fusing all he had learned, was unleashed in the form of a punch, striking fiercely!

The target: Ning Jing!

Ning Jing's pupils contracted. From that punch, he sensed a terrifying will.

He wanted to dodge, but found his spirit locked by that will—inescapable!

"Boom!"

Ning Jing crossed his arms before his chest, but the punch still landed solidly.

His entire body flew backward like a cannonball, tracing a long parabola through the air, crashing heavily at the edge of the arena.

Yet, at the very moment Qin Feng sent Ning Jing flying, Long Yu's and Nisan's attacks also landed.

A palm and a punch struck solidly against Qin Feng's back and shoulder!

"Bang!"

Even with Qin Feng's monstrous physique, comparable to a young star beast, after taking full-force strikes from two "supreme origin aperture" experts, his spiritual energy churned. The immense force sent him flying forward, tumbling several times on the arena before he steadied himself.

The battle came to an abrupt halt.

Qin Feng leaped up from the ground, dusting off his clothes.

On the other side, Ning Jing, sent flying by [Qianyuan], also stood up, pale-faced but otherwise unharmed.

The four exchanged glances and couldn't help but laugh.

"Exhilarating!"

Nisan wiped the sweat from his brow and laughed loudly.

"You monster..."

Long Yu shook his head, a bitter smile on his face. "As expected, even with the three of us together, we still can't do anything to you."

Clearly, everyone had held back; this was just a sparring match with restraint.

Qin Feng was unharmed, and Ning Jing had only suffered a slight shock.

Yet the brilliance of this battle drew thunderous applause and cheers from the surrounding war band students.

"Incredible! This is a true peak showdown!"

"Senior Qin Feng, one against three, and he still defeated Senior Ning Jing head-on!"

"Senior Long Yu and the others are so fierce too—is that the power of mental energy? I can feel the pressure even from here!"

As for the sharp-eyed veteran instructors and senior students, they cheered even louder, their eyes filled with awe and admiration.

They saw far more than the ordinary students.

They saw Qin Feng's astonishing physical strength and his overbearing martial will.

"Especially that move, [Qianyuan]."

"Tsk, what a monster. Without even learning the method of mental control, purely through countless battles, he's created a killing move that spontaneously triggers mental power."

An older student instructor remarked.

On the arena, the heat of battle and fighting spirit gradually subsided.

Qin Feng, Long Yu, Nissan, and Ning Jing exchanged smiles, that sense of camaraderie and exhilarating satisfaction among comrades far surpassing victory or defeat itself.

Below the stage, thunderous applause and cheers rang out endlessly, the students' faces etched with shock and adoration.

Amid this fervent atmosphere, instructors Liang You and Chu Qi slowly stepped onto the arena.

The moment they appeared, the surrounding clamor miraculously quieted, and all eyes converged on them, filled with awe and anticipation.

This was a classroom for the strong, a rare and coveted opportunity.

"Almost fully understood,"

Liang You adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, a hint of a smile on his scholarly face. His calm gaze swept over Qin Feng and the other three, finally settling on Long Yu, Nissan, and Ning Jing.

"First, let me take this chance to briefly explain why a sixth-level airborne warrior, after mastering mental control, undergoes a qualitative change compared to a fifth-level Yuanqiao realm."

His voice was gentle and clear, carrying a power that compelled focused listening.

"The reason is simple: a warrior's terrifying destructive power comes from the unity of three core elements: mental power, spiritual energy circulation, and weapon techniques—what you call 'killing methods.' These three complement each other, and none can be omitted."

"Before the sixth level, you mostly relied on your body's instincts and honed skills to passively mobilize spiritual energy. It's like using your hands to guide a rushing river—though it can cause great destruction, it's inefficient and crude in control."

"As for mental power,"

Liang You's eyes gleamed with wisdom, "it is that supreme engineer. When mental power intervenes, it can actively, finely guide, compress, and shape the spiritual energy within you. This elevates the efficiency, speed, and even precision of spiritual energy circulation by geometric multiples."

He extended a finger and pointed at Nissan: "If spiritual energy is gunpowder, before, you ignited a pile of loose powder—loud but limited in destruction. Just now, you packed the same amount tightly into a shell casing. Thus, the final burst of destructive power from your killing methods becomes terrifyingly formidable."

Beside him, Instructor Chu Qi crossed his arms, his sharp, blade-like gaze fixed on the three, and added in a deep voice, "Ning Jing, Nissan, Long Yu, you three have just broken through, and your mental control is still rough. Your fourth-level killing methods aren't even at the entry level yet. In that fight, you didn't unleash your true potential."

"Once you fully master mental control and push a fourth-level killing method to entry level, the destructive power you unleash will be ten times greater than now!"

Ten times!

This number made many students below gasp, their faces showing horror.

They finally grasped concretely how terrifying the chasm between the fifth and sixth levels truly was.

Ning Jing, Long Yu, and Nissan all wore solemn expressions; they knew better than anyone that Instructor Chu Qi's words were no exaggeration.

In their fight with Qin Feng, though they seemed fierce, their use of mental power was clumsy, far from the realm of unity of mind and will.

"Still, this isn't a big problem,"

Liang You said with a gentle smile. "It requires diligent practice, with no shortcuts. Go to the Imperial Arena for high-intensity battles, and hone your mental control in the private domain's virtual space. You three are geniuses who broke through based on 'supreme Yuanqiao,' and your killing methods before the third level have long reached the 'mastery realm.' Your comprehension is fine; take it slow. We have faith in you."

Ning Jing and the others nodded solemnly, indicating their understanding.

The confusion in their eyes faded, replaced by a more resolute goal for cultivation.

Then, Liang You and Chu Qi's gazes simultaneously turned to Qin Feng.

This time, their eyes held not mere scrutiny, but undisguised admiration and appreciation.

"Qin Feng,"

Instructor Chu Qi's voice was unusually gentle, "Your self-created killing moves, especially the final [Qianyuan], can no longer be described simply as 'perfect.' Without any systematic study of mental techniques, relying solely on your own martial will, you can spontaneously trigger and gather mental power at the moment of striking, integrating it into your killing method... This is extremely, extremely rare."

"What does this mean?"

Liang You took over, his eyes sparkling with brilliance. "It means that on the path of mental power application, you have an unparalleled, genius-like start!"

"Look,"

he pointed at Ning Jing and the others, "Though they once trained their killing methods to the mastery realm, that was the mastery realm of the lower three levels. Now, learning fourth-level killing methods is almost starting from scratch for them. They must first learn how to 'drive' the killing methods with mental power, then gradually become proficient, and only after a long time might they return to the 'mastery realm.' This process is very, very difficult."

"But you are different!"

Liang You's voice rose slightly. "Because the will behind your killing moves already contains the rudiments of triggering mental power, you have the most precious foundation! Once you learn the 'Imperial Mental Control Basics,' for you, cultivating fourth-level killing methods and reaching the 'mastery realm' will be far smoother and easier than for them!"

These words made Ning Jing and the others look at Qin Feng with complex expressions—envy, shock, but mostly a kind of resigned acceptance.

This monster could never be judged by common sense.

"So, Qin Feng, there's only one thing you need to do now,"

Instructor Chu Qi concluded. "Learn the method of mental control as soon as possible, formally push your realm into the sixth-level 'airborne realm.' Then, begin cultivating fourth-level killing methods. With your freakish talent, it won't be long before your strength explodes again."

"Having covered the immediate, let me briefly touch on the path after the sixth level."

Liang You cleared his throat, his expression turning serious. "After entering the sixth level, the primary focus of your cultivation will no longer be just increasing your life force index; you'll also need to train your mental power."

"Because, from the sixth-level 'airborne' to ultimately breaking through to 'planetary-level life form,' there is an unshakable hard threshold—your mental power index must reach 100 points. And mental power progresses extremely slowly, with no room for shortcuts; it requires persistent, unyielding effort."

"At the same time, mental power cultivation follows the same fundamental cosmic principle of 'limit-recovery-improvement' as tempering the body. But the difference is that the mind is far more fragile than the body. Pushing mental power to its 'limit' is very difficult and extremely dangerous; the slightest mistake can cause irreversible damage—at best, mental confusion; at worst, brain death."

"Thus, mental power cultivation relies on three core methods: first, practicing advanced meditation techniques, like the 'Imperial Meditation Method'; second, cultivating fourth-level killing methods that consume significant mental power; and third, engaging in high-intensity, frequent combat.

These three methods all aim to apply enough pressure to mental power, exhausting it and pushing it toward its limit.

Then, through ample deep sleep or supplemented by expensive mental recovery potions, you slowly recover and improve.

Cycle after cycle, over and over."

"That's about it."

This detailed explanation, like a lamp, clearly illuminated the martial path ahead for Qin Feng and the other three, giving them a crystal-clear understanding of cultivation after the sixth level.

"Come, theory is all well and good, but practice is better."

Liang You smiled. "Follow me. I'll take you somewhere."

With that, the two instructors led Qin Feng and the others off the arena, through the bustling combat zone, to a quieter, more solemn area.

Here stood pitch-black metal towers, their surfaces bare except for cold serial numbers.

The energy fluctuations in the air grew still, and even sound seemed absorbed.

Liang You led them into one of the towers, stopping before a heavy alloy door.

"This is the exclusive cultivation chamber prepared by the battle group for high-ranking members,"

Instructor Chu Qi explained. "Each chamber is crafted entirely from a special material called 'void stone,' which can maximally isolate external mental power probing and interference. Cultivating mental techniques here is more than ten times more effective than in your dorms."

He pointed at the door: "Of course, it's not cheap. Renting one costs 100,000 contribution points a year."

Qin Feng understood inwardly—this was yet another huge expense.

But for cultivation efficiency, this cost was necessary.

"You've already exchanged for the 'Imperial Mental Control Basics' from the battle group leader, right?"

Liang You asked Qin Feng.

Qin Feng nodded.

"Good."

Liang You pushed open the heavy door, and an absolute, profound silence rushed forth.

The room was not large, about thirty square meters, with walls, floor, and ceiling all made of that dark, light-absorbing material, making one feel as if adrift in the void of deep space.

"Now, begin your cultivation."

Senior Chu Qi's voice rang out in the silent chamber, exceptionally clear. "Our requirement for you is to strive to reach the 'threshold' level in this basic technique within three months."

"..."

Long Yu added with a smile, "When I broke through back then, I was also here, guided by the teaching seniors. It took me about... two months to successfully enter the threshold."

A hint of pride colored his words, clearly confident in his own talent.

"I was a bit slower,"

Ning Jing, usually taciturn, also spoke, stating the fact in a flat tone, "It took me exactly three months."

"Cough, cough,"

Nissan scratched his short golden hair, laughing a little sheepishly, "I'm the dumbest—it took me a full four months just to barely touch the threshold. Qin Feng, don't be slower than me!"

Upon hearing this, both teaching seniors laughed.

"Long Yu's spiritual talent is top-notch even among our cohort, and Ning Jing has an unyielding will, so they were fast. Nissan is impatient, hence slower,"

Liang You explained. "Setting a three-month goal for you is both pressure and recognition of your talent."

"During this period, Chu Qi and I will take turns coming here to guide you fully and answer any questions you encounter in your cultivation. Feel free to try boldly."

"Now, let's begin. Let's see how quickly you, a monster who could create the 'Qian Yuan' on your own, can master the 'Empire's Basic Mental Manipulation Technique.'"

(End of this chapter)