“Senior, is this due to the backlash?” Chu Feng asked with concern.
“This backlash was severe. It seems the greater the gains, the stronger the backlash. But compared to you, young friend Chu Feng, mine will recover with some rest—it’s not a big issue,” Master Liangqiu replied.
“Your situation—Chengfeng has already told me about it. Come, let me take a look.” As he spoke, a surge of boundless boundary power erupted from Master Liangqiu, enveloping Chu Feng in an instant.
“It’s indeed a bit tricky. If it were the old me, I’d truly be at a loss,” Master Liangqiu said. “But fortunately, I’ve now reached Dragon-Mark Saint Cloak level. So, young friend, don’t worry—this seal, I should be able to undo.”
“Master, I’m so sorry. You’re suffering from backlash yourself, yet you still have to heal me,” Chu Feng said, his face full of guilt.
“Alas, I became a Dragon-Mark Saint Cloak, and Chengfeng and the others reached Serpent-Mark Saint Cloak—all thanks to you, young friend Chu Feng,” Master Liangqiu replied. “Your cultivation being sealed today is partly because of us. How could I stand by and do nothing?”
“Master, you can’t put it that way. After all, I also gained from breaking the formation this time—” Chu Feng began.
“Young friend, let’s skip the pleasantries. Sit cross-legged—I’ll undo this seal for you now,” Master Liangqiu interrupted.
“Senior, thank you for your trouble,” Chu Feng said.
Seeing this, Chu Feng didn’t say more. He clasped his fists in gratitude, then sat cross-legged.
*Boom—*
As Chu Feng settled, Master Liangqiu unleashed his boundary power like a tidal wave, instantly filling the entire palace.
The seal was tough to break. Even for Master Liangqiu, it took a full day of effort—but it still wasn’t completely undone.
However, Chu Feng’s cultivation began to recover, and the strength of the seal on his spiritual power started to weaken.
Though neither his cultivation nor his boundary power recovered quickly, they were at least on the mend.
“Senior, thank you so much,” Chu Feng said, his face brimming with gratitude.
“My abilities are limited—I couldn’t fully remove the seal. To completely restore your cultivation, young friend, it’ll take some time,” Master Liangqiu explained. “But to ensure you can participate in the Ancestral Martial Ten Stars selection, I made some adjustments. I focused more effort on unsealing your spiritual power.”
“If all goes well, by the time the Ten Stars selection begins, your spiritual power—though not fully restored—should allow you to wield some of your Saint Cloak World Spiritist abilities.”
“I’ve heard Linghu Hongfei won’t be participating this time. So, young friend Chu Feng, as long as you can regain your Saint Cloak World Spiritist powers, the top spot in this selection is yours,” Master Liangqiu said.
“Master, do you mean I can defeat everyone else just with my Saint Cloak World Spiritist powers—just using boundary techniques?” Chu Feng asked, puzzled by Master Liangqiu’s words.
He understood the power of boundary techniques—formations crafted with time and effort could indeed leave martial cultivators helpless.
But in direct combat, martial artists relied on raw fighting strength.
While boundary techniques had some offensive potential, they paled in comparison to a martial cultivator’s martial power.
“Young friend Chu Feng, it seems you haven’t truly experienced the power of a Saint Cloak World Spiritist,” Master Liangqiu said.
Hearing this, Chu Feng quickly released his boundary power, carefully sensing its strength.
The moment he did, his expression changed—shock and joy filled his eyes.
His boundary power now carried combat strength comparable to a Fifth Rank Martial Immortal!
“Senior, this…” Chu Feng looked at Master Liangqiu in astonishment.
This was just raw boundary power, without any formation enhancement.
If plain boundary power was this strong, the potential with formations was unimaginable!
“Your spiritual power is still sealed. Though you can channel Saint-level boundary power, its purity varies,” Master Liangqiu explained. “As a martial cultivator, you know martial strength determines a cultivator’s power. It’s the same with boundary techniques.”
“Master, do you mean that as my spiritual seal weakens and my spiritual power recovers, my boundary techniques will grow even stronger?” Chu Feng asked.
Though he’d trained in boundary techniques for years, Chu Feng knew little about Saint Cloak World Spiritists.
Beyond hearing the name and knowing their power surpassed Venerable Cloak level, he was largely ignorant.
“Stronger? That’s an understatement,” Master Liangqiu chuckled. “Let me put it this way, Chu Feng: if your seal fully lifts and you can perfectly wield Saint Cloak boundary power, no one below Venerable rank can match you.”
“With refined boundary techniques, you could even hold your own against a First Rank Venerable!”
“Senior, is that true?”
Chu Feng’s face lit up with shock and excitement. His hair stood on end—he was utterly thrilled.
All along, Chu Feng had dual-cultivated martial arts and boundary techniques, excelling in both among his peers.
His boundary techniques, in particular, were exceptional—few of his generation could compare, and only older masters could challenge him.
His boundary skills had always outshone his peers.
People called his martial talent monstrous, but his true monstrous gift lay in boundary techniques.
Yet, their combat power had always been weak, unable to rival martial cultivators’ strength.
Now, learning his boundary power surpassed his martial cultivation, Chu Feng was stunned.
Being unmatched below Venerable rank was no small gap—it was colossal!
“If it didn’t have this much power, the title of Saint Cloak World Spiritist would be an empty boast,” Master Liangqiu said.
His tone carried a hint of helplessness, lamenting the low combat utility of boundary techniques.
But this resigned remark gave Chu Feng his answer.
His boundary power now undeniably outstripped his martial cultivation.
He could finally fight martial cultivators as a world spiritist!
The mere thought sent a thrill through him, as if his blood were boiling.
