The Host Of An Ancient Spirit Chapter 12

Chapter 12 Family Compet.i.tion When all the members of the Chen family dispersed, Chen Xiong brought Chen Feng to the back of the pond. Chen Xiong gathered the Ling force around him with a white light that flashed on his hands. Once the faint pressure was formed, Chen Feng suddenly felt that his body was so heavy that he could not even take a step forward. "Feng, how did you practice to recover your Qihai acupoint?" Chen Xiong seemed to be a little excited when recalling Chen Feng’s performance earlier that day. Chen Feng shook his head and said, "Father, my Qihai acupoint has not been completely recovered yet. However, I obtained a book of swordsmans.h.i.+p by chance. When I followed the principles to practice, I found that despite my Qihai acupoint being damaged, the spiritual power in my body still existed, which gathered a certain degree of sword force in my Qihai acupoint.” “Original sword force? You unexpectedly realized the minor Qihai acupoint known as the achievement of sword experts?” Chen Xiong was stunned. Chen Feng nodded and said, “Yes, what I’m practicing is just the Golden Sun Thunder Sword Art with very powerful forces.” With these words, Chen Feng stretched out his finger and a fierce momentum suddenly appeared on his body. He suddenly jumped up to skip onto the pond and pointed his finger at the surface water, which suddenly exploded into splashes. Chen Xiong carefully looked at his action and noticed the white light fluttering from his fingers. He hailed excitedly, “Good! It’s inimitable, clean, and smooth. Although your swordsmans.h.i.+p is not as good as the masters on the Continent, it’s very uncommon for young people your age. Moreover, you have gathered the original sword force. Awesome!” Chen Feng smiled to himself, thinking, If he knew I only spent three days on the swordsmans.h.i.+p, what kind of expression would be on his face? Looking at Chen Feng, Chen Xiong suddenly felt so pleased that his eyes grew wet. He’d been planning to ask the Council of Elders to help Chen Feng after the Tianyun Festival if he hadn’t made any achievements yet. “Father, what’s up?” Chen Feng noticed changes on Chen Xiong’s face. "Nothing, Feng, I just feel so happy. You keep up your practice, and you don’t have to partic.i.p.ate in the compet.i.tion that takes place in three days. You’d better reach the Ling shape level first," Chen Xiong suddenly said. Chen Feng was stunned and asked, "Why? Is it because I’m not powerful enough now to partic.i.p.ate in the family compet.i.tion?” "No. You are powerful enough that you’d have an easy victory in the compet.i.tion. I hope that you can draw lessons from the conflict that occurred today so that you can adjust yourself properly,” Chen Xiong said with a smile. “Oh, it doesn’t matter. I still hope to partic.i.p.ate in the family compet.i.tion. Since I have recovered, I don’t want to give up the chance to make any trouble for you. More importantly, I hope to improve my combat experience through actual practice. It’s hard to reap any benefits when you’re building a cart behind closed doors,” Chen Feng said firmly. “It’s hard to reap any benefits when you’re building a cart behind closed doors?” Chen Xiong murmured with a light flas.h.i.+ng in his eyes. He sighed and said, “Yes, how could you grow up without any actual practice? It’s because of countless combats that I reached the Ling sense level. Why have I become overcautious now? It turns out that it’s my mistake. . . ”   “Father, it’s not your mistake. Too many concerns will bring chaos. You just care about me.” “Okay, I understand. You just go prepare for this compet.i.tion. Aha!” With these words, Chen Xiong disappeared suddenly. From what Chen Feng had said, he seemed to have understood something.     ……   Three days later, it was the day for the compet.i.tion of the Chen Family. In addition to the clan of Chen Han, the disciples of all the other clans had also got ready to prepare for this compet.i.tion. They all knew that this was the most important day of the year. According to rules of the compet.i.tion, the winner would obtain the resources of the family. Of course, the better the performance, the more resources could be had. “The family compet.i.tion starts now!” With the loud declaration, thousands of disciples of the Chen Family were standing in the middle of the arena with flashes of Ling forces. Obviously, all of them were prepared. After the first round of the compet.i.tion, only the last twenty people were qualified for the final round. Chen Feng, Chen Lei, and Chen Dian stood together. The strength of the three ranked at the top among all the disciples. Therefore, no one dared to challenge them except for a figure that had suddenly appeared—it was Chen Jian. “It’s Chen Jian!” Chen Lei smiled lightly. "Aha, I haven’t seen you in a long time. I see you are so leisurely now. How come you are waiting like that?" Chen Jian asked with a smile. Chen Feng smiled and asked, "So, what do you want?" "It’s simple. The family compet.i.tion every year is always the same, and I feel that’s very boring. I’m eager to enter the final stage of twenty people. How about joining hands to expedite the pace?" Chen Jian said. "Good idea," Chen Dian said abruptly; he held no differing opinions on Chen Jian's proposal. Chen Feng also nodded. He partic.i.p.ated in the compet.i.tion for the actual experience instead of the final awards. This proposal made it a nice opportunity now. "Just do it; elder brother and second brother, you two are in one group. Chen Jian and I are in another group. Let’s sweep out Yanwu Hall from both ends,” Chen Feng proposed.   With these words, the four rushed out. They were actually very powerful. Although Chen Feng was only at the Ling durability level, n.o.body dared overlook the threat he posed. Suddenly, the crowd seemed like a boiling pot and everyone was shocked. Although they didn’t have direct confrontation with them, their focus stayed on them. Their sudden action at that moment naturally attracted their attention.   Like a wolf in the flock, Chen Feng felt that his whole body was full of the Ling force, and a layer of faint white light enshrouded him. His s.h.i.+eld of Ling durability seemed particularly strong so that even a dozen warriors at the Ling practice level couldn’t shake him even a little. With excitement flas.h.i.+ng through his eyes, Chen Feng exerted the Overlord Fist Position. All the targets standing by were pushed several meters away by the great force. Without any hesitation, Chen Feng punched his fist with mighty power around him. Anyone who was standing near him was shocked and knocked meters back. In the whole of Yanwu Hall, there were thousands of Chen family members in combat. Everyone outside was a top martial art pract.i.tioner, but now, in front of Chen Feng, they appeared to be so vulnerable. Of course, as the fifth level pract.i.tioner at the Ling durability level, Chen Feng would not feel it was hard to cope with those at the fourth level—even the pract.i.tioners at the same level. However, for the sixth level pract.i.tioners at the Ling nature level, there would be some problems.   Nevertheless, Chen Feng constantly shuttled through the crowd and he was not afraid of the sixth level pract.i.tioners at the Ling nature level. On the contrary, his mind was full of antic.i.p.ation.   Still, the experts at the Ling nature level, as he expected, didn’t show up at all. At that moment, a shout rang out from the platform: "Stop! The top twenty have already won." Chen Feng took back his fists and glanced at the twenty people remaining in Yanwu Hall. Their strength was not weak at all and even the lowest one was at the fifth level with a capability of the Ling durability. Chen Jian whispered to Chen Feng, "I didn't expect that your strength would be so strong in such a chaotic situation. Your external practice has really achieved uncommon results." "Aha, I feel it’s really easy for the three of you and I must fight hard to win. You can defeat the opponent with any move." Chen Feng squeezed out a bitter smile.