Soaring Cloud Sect

After a good sleep, Me Feng wake up with a newfound spirit. The sun was warm, providing the necessary environment for the mortals to live.

"2,750 points left. I wonder if I could do anything with it."

As he stood up and stretched out his body, the interface showed what he needed to know,

| Karma: 2,750.

| Cultivation Technique: Sovereign Scripture: Endless Body Battles Stage 0 (+), Mortal Body Scripture Stage 1 (+), the Stance of the Snake Stage 0 (+).

After a quick thought, Me Feng shrugged. Mortal Body Scripture was what the former owner of this body practiced. Considering that he was already 19 years old, his progress was quite despairing.

4 years of cultivation, yet he only managed to reach Stage 1. Me Feng gave his consolidation to the nonexistent will of the former owner before he upgraded the technique, temporarily cursing him for only giving the memory of his age, cultivation progress and name.

| Upgrade Mortal Body Scripture Stage 1 for 10 Karma Points?

"It's cheaper than I expected."

He initially had 12,750 KP, and in addition to the 100,000 KP he got from the unclaimed boons, 10 was simply underwhelming.

It also proved just how far his wife was. To be someone she liked, yet the rewards were already so daunting. And it's not only that.

There are 10 years of cultivation, the Stance of the Snake, the elevation of his spiritual root, the magical Indomitable Spirit...

Me Feng became depressed again. Thankfully, his heart sprung out in fighting spirit. The more far she seemed to be, the more challenging it would be to fight for her!

His brain: "What idiocy!"

His heart: "Let's goooo!!!"

Feeling hot, Me Feng quickly upgraded the scripture to Stage 2, giving his body yet another boost. A surge of power that seemed to enhance his foundation was ignited.

Me Feng tried to pose the posture required to practice the scripture. The stances were actually just some simple stretching, but perhaps the former owner was not knowledgeable when it comes to stretching and he did not understand the meaning of these stances, rendering his progress nill.

Every technique and scripture followed the same rule. To truly implement them, one must understand the concept and intent behind them first. Only when they understood the meaning of the procedures could they exert its full potential.

Me Feng would practice the stances diligently, and when he felt like he reached a bottleneck, he would upgrade the scripture. He did so continuously, perfecting his mortal body more and more.

| Upgrade Mortal Body Scripture Stage 7 for 1,000 Karma Points?

"Huh, its price skyrocketed."

Me Feng turned puzzled. Maybe it was at this point that the scripture would undergo a crucial breakthrough, boosting his power even more. From Stage 1 to 7, it only required 10 to 70 points respectively.

He hesitated. After a decisive prelude, Me Feng decided to move to the Stance of the Snake first. As the saying goes, one can't put all eggs into one basket.

He acknowledged the importance of a fighting style. While Mortal Body Scripture and Endless Body Battles increasingly enhanced his physique, if he couldn't even exert them correctly, what's the point?

He may be able to overwhelm those who were weaker than him, but it left out this immense potential of the possibility that he could do more.

| Upgrade the Stance of the Snake Stage 0 for 500 Karma Points?

"It should be a pretty decent technique."

Without hesitation, Me Feng upgraded the stance, and the necessary knowledge to apply the fighting style to real combat was imparted into his mind. After processing the experience, Me Feng suddenly stood up!

He performed a complex punch. It was slippery, flexible yet vicious and shocking! His eyes were focused as he performed another vicious, silent kick, creating a wind vacuum.

It was silent, yet it was powerful and threatening!

Thankfully, he controlled his strength. Otherwise, his hut would probably go flying somewhere else.

"The Stance of the Snake focused on speed and agility, and was created to fight in a way that the opponent wouldn't have a chance to react and dodge. It was a very deadly style."

Like a snake who attacked mercilessly and silently. This was the intent of the technique.

Feeling confident, Me Feng took a deep breath, "Whatever I must face outside, let's hope I can pull it through."

Thus, Me Feng went outside.

"Huh? Senior Brother Feng? You're not dead yet?"

He just came out, this is what he got?

Me Feng immediately has his veins bulged out ferociously. He turned to the one who said such a welcoming inquiry, finding the puzzled face of a young man with a ponytail, wearing a clean, blue robe and a sword on his back.

"And who might you be, huh?"

The young man was taken aback. This Me Feng was usually a deadbeat, pushover guy who only managed to enter the sect by some dogshit luck. Why did he become so arrogant just now?

Being inwardly puzzled, the young man knew better not to make unnecessary enemies. After all, even a cornered rat could be vicious.

"Oh, I'm Li Yuan, Senior Brother Feng. Although I've entered the sect 3 years later than you, I already reached Bone Refinement! How about it, Senior Brother? Remember me now?"

Li Yuan expected Me Feng to become embarrassed. After all, being arrogant to someone above you was a huge no in the cultivation world. But he was flabbergasted when Me Feng raised his eyebrows, looking at him in disdain.

"Yes, yes, so what do you want? And what about it? You couldn't possibly come to me just because you want to show off, right?"

"Uh, um."

Li Yuan couldn't catch up. Was there something wrong with this guy's brain? You were just a damn Skin Refinement trash, yet you're acting like this? Do you want me to put you under my feet?

Me Feng watched personally as the amicable look on this Li Yuan crumbled. He laughed inwardly. As expected of a cultivation world, where everyone just puts up a nice face to trick someone, putting them under their bidding.

"Listen here, you trash. I could f*ck you over with just a wave of my hand. Just a Skin Refinement waste, yet you were insufferably arrogant. Do you have a brain? You wanted me to turn you into ruin?"

Li Yuan's amicable face was replaced by a pompous sneer, lifting his head to proceed with the act of 'I'm looking down on you, you're below me'.

Me Feng slapped his thigh, "That's more like it!"

"Haah, I understand. You went insane by your pathetic predicament. Just a poor, stupid son of a farmer, yet was forced to compete in the higher stage and had to suffer a fatal disease. Is this your last attempt to express your rage to the world?"

This time, Me Feng became even more dumbfounded. With such an amazing imagination, this Li Yuan was perfect if became a storyteller. It was a genuine compliment!

Although Li Yuan acted like this, Me Feng could sympathize with him. Just imagine if a mere cleaner in your office suddenly acted as if he owned the place. Wouldn't you have the urge to f****d him over and let him know that he was the most insufferable, pathetic, waste-of-resources thing known to man?

Because of this, Me Feng couldn't even hate him. Still, even if you were of higher standing, treating those lower than you as if they were nothing more than dregs was a trait of a piece of sh*t.

Justifying himself to the max, even when he knew that he was the one who acted arrogant first, Me Feng went silent. Instead, he placed his hand on Li Yuan's shoulder and smiled.

"Be my goon for today."

"What?"

"I said be my goon."

With his overwhelming strength, the arrogant Li Yuan was easily thrown across the clearing. Li Yuan coughed out a mix of blood and saliva as he collided with a tree. He was still flabbergasted when a shadow was cast upon him.

It was Me Feng who performed a vicious, deadly kick to his solar plexus! The culprit smiled savagely.

"Aeergghh!!!"

A couple of bones snapping later, Me Feng threw a bounded body into a hole, ensuring that it wouldn't move around so much. He was ready to bury the corpse to ensure that no one would find his track—

"W-Wait! S-Senior Brother, please! Forgive me! Please!! I—I'll be your goon! I promise! I won't tell anyone about this! I won't—"

Li Yuan's begging was ceased momentarily when Me Feng kicked a huge sum of dirt into the hole. He was serious about burying him alive! Li Yuan's life flashed before his eyes, and he, a cold-hearted cultivator, couldn't hold on anymore.

With his voice cracking and a burst of snots and tears, the genius Li Yuan was reduced to a crying mess, wiggling around in the hole.

"I-I won't!!! Waaahhh!! Please!!! I'll be your goon forever! Just don't bury me!!!"