Chapter Eleven: The Selection Approaches, Chang Feng Prepares for Battle

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Dong Changfeng returned to his room and sat cross-legged. He took out all his belongings from his storage pouch—three low-grade spirit stones, a small vial of Qi-concentrating pills, and a basic breathing technique manual.

Such meager resources brought a bitter smile to Dong Changfeng’s lips. If the disciples from the sect’s main branches saw this, they would surely laugh themselves silly.

He stroked his chin and sighed deeply, furrowing his brows. To participate in the outer sect selection, he had to improve his strength, but these trifling items were barely enough to fill a tooth gap.

He glanced around. The servant’s quarters were extremely shabby, with spiritual energy as thin as the breath of an elderly man. The air was thick with a suffocating musty smell.

The four earthen walls were uneven and pitted. Cobwebs hung in the corners like delicate works of art, and a few cockroaches ambled about leisurely. Calling this place a pigsty would be an insult to pigs.

Dong Changfeng sat cross-legged and tried to calm his mind, beginning to cultivate according to the basic breathing technique.

Spiritual energy entered his body but vanished as if cast into the sea, stirring not the slightest ripple.

His brow furrowed tightly, sweat beads forming on his forehead. What was going on?

Though cultivating strictly by the method, it felt as if he had hit an invisible wall. The spiritual energy stagnated, and breaking through this bottleneck was more agonizing than constipation.

He tried to mobilize the spiritual energy in his dantian, but it lay there listlessly, like a pool of dead water. What on earth was happening?

“Is my path to immortality really going to end here?” Dong Changfeng muttered to himself, a hint of unwillingness flashing in his eyes. “No, I absolutely refuse to give up!”

He abruptly opened his eyes, burning with fiery determination. “There must be a way…”

Dong Changfeng refused to believe in defeat. He simply could not accept that he couldn’t break through this damned bottleneck!

Like a madman, he tried altering his breathing rhythm, adjusting his posture, even practicing cultivation upside down like in the novels.

But all this did was make him dizzy and nearly fall flat on his face, utterly useless.

The spiritual energy remained indifferent, like a lord ignoring his servant, utterly unmoved within his body.

“I’m really fed up with this broken cultivation method. Is it playing tricks on me?” Dong Changfeng plopped down on the floor, utterly dejected.

He began to doubt his life, himself, even wondering if he had taken the wrong script. Others who transmigrated were chosen ones; why had he become a useless nobody?

Night fell, and the servant’s quarters grew even darker and damper. Dong Changfeng’s lonely figure curled up in a corner like a wounded beast.

Outside the window, the cricket’s chirping sounded especially clear, emphasizing his solitude.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deeply into his flesh, yet he felt no pain.

Could it be that he was truly going to give up?

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Spend his whole life as a servant, being ordered around and looked down upon?

No, he wouldn’t accept it!

He still had dreams—he wanted to become strong, to stand at the peak and look down on all living beings!

Suddenly, Dong Changfeng’s eyes lit up. He remembered!

Once, while cleaning the library, he had casually come across an obscure ancient tome that seemed to contain some special cultivation techniques.

At the time, he had only flipped through it casually, not paying much attention. Now he thought perhaps that book was the key to breaking through his bottleneck!

“Where is it? Where is it?” Dong Changfeng ransacked the room like a madman, turning everything upside down.

He even lifted the bed, sending a few cockroaches scattering in fear.

Finally, in a dusty corner, he found the ancient tome.

“This is it!” Dong Changfeng grabbed the book, dusted it off, and eagerly opened it.

Under the dim moonlight, he painstakingly read every single word, a spark of hope reigniting within him.

“So that’s how it is…” Dong Changfeng murmured. The method sounded a bit unorthodox, but for someone with no other options, it was a desperate last resort.

He took a deep breath and began to cultivate according to the instructions of the Reverse Spirit Technique.

This time, the spiritual energy entering his body no longer remained inert but obediently flowed through his meridians.

Dong Changfeng carefully controlled the energy, compressing and condensing it. It felt like blowing up a balloon, ready to burst at any moment.

Time passed slowly but steadily. His meridians swelled, stretched taut like guitar strings about to snap.

He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, beads of sweat rolling down like pearls.

“Can’t hold on much longer…” Dong Changfeng felt as if his meridians were about to explode, but he persevered, knowing this was his only hope.

Suddenly, a light “pop” echoed inside him, followed by a surge of tremendous power erupting within his body.

“I did it!” Dong Changfeng’s eyes snapped open, shining with brilliance like two radiant stars.

“Hahaha, I’ve finally broken through!”

The surrounding spiritual energy surged as if summoned, wildly flooding into his body, forming a massive vortex.

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Dong Changfeng’s body radiated dazzling light, like a god descended to earth.

After breaking through the bottleneck, his strength leapt forward by bounds. He felt overflowing power coursing through him—one punch could fell a bull.

The outer sect selection trials were no longer a challenge but a stage for him to showcase his strength.

He began specialized training for the selection events, his form lithe and agile like a leopard, his gaze as resolute as a rock.

Every punch sliced through the air with a sharp crack; every movement was as elusive as a ghost.

“Outer sect selection, here I come!” Dong Changfeng’s eyes blazed with fierce battle fire, eager to prove himself.

Yet he did not let victory cloud his mind.

He knew the selection was full of uncertainties. Those disciples who would stop at nothing to advance were like venomous snakes lurking in the shadows, ready to strike lethally at any moment.

He had to remain vigilant to face the unknown challenges ahead. This path was strewn with thorns, but he was fearless.

Suppressing his excitement, he resumed rigorous cultivation. To enter the outer sect smoothly, he had to work hard.

On a gloomy dawn, Dong Changfeng walked cheerfully toward the selection arena. A faint mist hung in the air, drifting like gauze, shrouding the entire area in a mysterious, oppressive haze.

He took a deep breath; the cool air slid into his nostrils, and his nervousness surged like waves. He could feel his heart pounding powerfully within his chest.

The arena was surrounded by competitors, their faces etched with tension and anticipation. Their gazes met and clashed like silent weighty burdens pressing down on him.

“Hmph, no matter the conspiracies or tricks, Dong Changfeng will take them head-on!” He clenched his fists, feeling the faint sting where his nails dug into his palms, eyes shining with firm resolve.

Senior Brother Li’s face went pale, like a deflated balloon. His legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground like a snake without a backbone, begging repeatedly, “Junior Brother Changfeng, please spare me! I was wrong…”

The elders were furious, their hair standing on end. One elder slammed the table so hard it cracked, roaring, “Such treacherous and deceitful scoundrels must not go unpunished!”

Li lowered his head like a defeated rooster and was dragged away in disgrace.

The selection continued. Dong Changfeng underwent another spiritual power test. Stepping onto the inspection platform, he felt the surface tremble slightly beneath his furious presence.

His spiritual power surged like a roaring sea, instantly engulfing the entire platform. Pale blue light shot skyward, faintly laced with flashes of thunder and lightning. The brilliance was so intense it hurt the eyes.

The crowd below was forced to step back, crushed under the weight of his overwhelming energy, as if a solid wall were pressing down upon them.