Night fell, and not long after, wisps of moonlight descended from the moon that had just risen.
At this time, Zhou Feng was sitting cross-legged in the courtyard. He planned to start receiving these wisps of moonlight to begin refining the embryonic form of his nascent soul.
According to the records in the Sun-Moon Concentration Technique, Zhou Feng had to consume a large amount of soul power.
He was receiving the moonlight from the sky.
The moonlight was continuously drawn down and then fused into his Soul Altar.
Instantly, Zhou Feng felt a chill that penetrated deep into his soul. It was as if it had directly frozen his entire body.
"So cold!"
He forcefully pulled himself together and began to use the chilly moonlight to temper the little figure on the Soul Altar.
This tempering process was extremely painful.
This feeling was as if your entire body was frozen into ice, then smashed into pieces, and then repeated the process.
It didn't take long before Zhou Feng couldn't hold on any longer.
He could only stop.
After stopping, Zhou Feng found that his soul power had been severely depleted, 1/10 of it to be more precise.
But in contrast, his huge and heterogenous soul power began to become pure.
'This…'
Zhou Feng frowned slightly.
Compared to the consumed soul power, the effect of purification seemed to be very ordinary.
If he wanted to achieve the effect of soul condensation, how long would it take?
Zhou Feng encountered the first difficulty of cultivating the Sun-Moon Concentration Technique.
However, compared to the despair of the others, he did not feel that this Sun-Moon Concentration Technique was very conniving.
Because to him, replenishing the soul power was simply too easy.
As long as he killed a cultivator, he would have the chance to collect a strand of soul power with his passive Soul Harvesting.
This consumed soul power was relatively easy to replenish.
At present, numerous people in the blessed land wanted to kill him.
Zhou Feng believed that countless people would want to take his life as long as he left the island.
This was akin to soul power that would deliver itself to his door!
'I wonder what the effect of using the essence of the sun to temper my nascent soul during the day will be like.'
Although he didn't continue to use the moonlight to temper his nascent soul, he didn't rest. Instead, he continued to slowly polish the Spiritual Qi in his body on the spot, waiting for the sun to rise.
In any case, day-and-night cultivation had become a part of Zhou Feng's daily routine. Ever since breaking through to the Soul Altar realm, he seemed to have hardly slept.
Zhou Feng sat cross-legged in the courtyard for the entire night.
The night sky gradually brightened, and a glimmer of light began to rise in the sky.
The moon began to recede, and the sun began to rise.
The moment the sun rose, Zhou Feng immediately received the sliver of sun essence that had just appeared.
Compared to the moonlight, the sun essence was scarce. Only at the moment of sunrise could he receive it.
If he was a little late, he would not be able to receive it.
Zhou Feng relied on the power of his soul to receive the sliver of sun essence to the Soul Altar.
After that, he felt as if his entire body had been ignited.
A large amount of his soul power had been burned. When coupled with the coldness left behind by the refinement of the moonlight, he had truly experienced what it meant to be tortured in a world of ice and fire!
It was painful!
That endless pain caused Zhou Feng's entire body to tremble.
It was too overbearing!
Compared to the moonlight, this sliver of sun essence was too overbearing!
Zhou Feng held on for a while more before this sliver of sun essence was slowly exhausted.
Then, he felt it.
He discovered that 1/4 of his soul power had been consumed.
"This is too overbearing!"
Zhou Feng let out a long sigh of relief.
No wonder it was so hard to break through to the Purple Mansion realm. He had only used the cultivation method once, but he already felt as if his entire body was about to die.
The most despairing thing was that even after experiencing the second tempering, Zhou Feng's nascent soul had slightly solidified.
It seemed a tad difficult to solidify it completely.
'Difficult! It looks like I'll have to find another way to increase my strength!'
Zhou Feng felt that breaking through to the Purple Mansion in a short period was an unreachable goal. Thus, he planned to see if there was any other way to increase his strength quickly.
'The Scripture Pavilion!'
The first thing he thought of was the Scripture Pavilion within the blessed land.
Leng Maner had said that he could freely enter and exit the blessed land's Scripture Pavilion.
Speaking of which, he didn't seem to have formally learned many dao techniques or anything like that.
He could just go to the Scripture Pavilion and take a look.
Previously, Zhou Feng had always wanted to go to the Scripture Pavilion on the main peak to take a look, but he was troubled by the lack of contribution points.
Thus, he had never gone to take a look. Now, he could finally go to the legendary Scripture Pavilion and take a look.
"Son-in-law!"
Zhou Feng had just walked out of the courtyard when he heard someone call him son-in-law.
At that moment, he recalled that he seemed to have become Leng Maner's husband.
Zhou Feng faced the servants who greeted him and nodded slightly in response.
However, he had just walked halfway when someone directly stopped him.
"Yo! Is this the husband that Big Sister found? He doesn't look like much!"
Leng Zhuang's face revealed his displeasure, and his tone was extremely sarcastic.
As expected, a troublemaker appeared!
Zhou Feng did not have much of a reaction to this because this was already something that could be expected.
"…"
He did not say anything. No matter what he said, it would be useless.
Since that was the case, he might as well save his strength.
"What? Not speaking? I know you should have some strength! Even if Big Sister randomly pulls someone over, not everyone is qualified!"
Leng Zhuang saw that Zhou Feng had no intention of speaking, so the trace of displeasure on his face increased.
Leng Zhuang was aware that Zhou Feng wasn't weak.
In fact, compared to most people, Zhou Feng's experience could be said to be legendary.
Still, Zhou Feng had no backer. If there were no accidents, Grade-1 of the Soul Altar realm should be Zhou Feng's final destination.
How could a mere Soul Altar cultivator match up to Leng Maner?
One had to know that Leng Maner was a monster who had a chance to break through to the Purple Mansion realm.
"Hey! I'm warning you here! You're only a temporary substitute, someone who can match up to Big Sister…"
Leng Zhuang's condescending attitude displeased Zhou Feng.
Seeing that Leng Zhuang was going to continue blabbering on and on about some nonsense, Zhou Feng couldn't be bothered with this person. He bypassed Leng Zhuang, planning to head directly to the Scripture Pavilion.
"You!"
When Leng Zhuang saw Zhou Feng's actions, he also moved in an attempt to stop Zhou Feng.
In the next second!
Violent Demonic Qi surged from Zhou Feng's body, and a heavy punch kissed Leng Zhuang's cheek.
There was no mercy at all!
Leng Zhuang did not think someone would dare attack him on Lake Heart Island. He also did not think that Zhou Feng would dare to attack. In Leng Zhuang's eyes, Zhou Feng was a temporary son-in-law of the Leng family, no matter what he did.
Zhou Feng could only swallow his anger.
Therefore, Leng Zhuang was sent flying, and a few of his teeth flew far away.
After sending Leng Zhuang flying with one punch, Zhou Feng did not look at him and continued to walk forward.
In his opinion, it was the most convenient way to make a direct move.
Compared to arguing for a long time and finally breaking out in a conflict, it was better to let fists do the talking.