Chapter 77.

E/N : Yo! Wassup people. Hope you all been doing good.

Also sorry for not posting yesterday. I got home very late and was tired. But don't worry, I'll post two chapters today.

Your Allfather Author - PrimorDious.

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The surrounding fall into a hushed silence for a moment as even the movement of wind can be heard.

But amidst the silence, a faint rustling persisted. It was the Phoenix Tailed Crest Serpent, still trembling, its movements producing a subtle sound as it brushed against branches and leaves on the ground.

No one made a noise. All eyes were fixed on this peculiar scene, their expressions a mix of astonishment and confusion.

After a while, Wang Feng finally broke the silence, taking a few steps away from the scene. 

Meng Yiran, on the other hand, seemed to snap out of a daze. She gazed at Wang Feng's retreating figure, her trembling hand tracing the faint bloodstains on her face.

"You….!" Meng Yiran exclaimed in a mix of anger and disbelief. With those words, she raised the snake staff in her hand, ready to charge towards Wang Feng.

But before she could act, the old lady intervened. 

"Enough!" Her voice carried authority and sternness.

Meng Yiran, infuriated, protested, "Grandma, why are you stopping me? Did you see my face? I can't let him get away with this!"

As a girl, she could endure cuts and bruises on her body but a scratch on her face was a different matter. Even a minor blemish was hard to bear.

The old lady eyes shifted towards the trembling tree trunk behind Meng Yiran. She held firm, preventing Meng from advancing further and fixed her gaze on Wang Feng with an icy demeanor. 

"We've lost. The snake is yours. I thank the young man for showing mercy."

Meng paused for a moment, then erupted in anger again. "Grandma, when did I lose? I only got a minor injury, it's nothing! I haven't given up yet!"

The snake woman pointed silently to the sharp leaves embedded in the trunk just behind her, each leaf as deadly as a blade and whispered, "Consider this. If these leaves had cut your throat just now, would you still be able to speak?"

Meng's face turned pale in an instant. The rage that had consumed her moments ago now seemed trivial. She hadn't realized the precision with which those leaves had struck her—a mere shallow wound, not fatal. Her own abilities couldn't match such accuracy. Had Wang Feng intended to cause a more serious injury, she wouldn't be standing here now.

"Ahem, Oscar, what are you waiting for? Bring out a sausage," Wang Feng broke the silence, his gaze shifting to the bewildered onlookers. He winked at Oscar and added, "The wound I inflicted isn't too deep, one of your sausages should be enough to heal her."

Hearing this, Oscar jolted into action. He quickly retrieved the sausages he had prepared in advance, approached the old lady and looked at Meng Yiran. With confidence, he explained, "Senior Snake, my grilled sausage has remarkable healing properties. After consumption, your granddaughter's minor injuries should heal swiftly, leaving no scars."

Truth be told, the wound was quite shallow. Even without the sausages, with proper care and medicine, it would have naturally healed over a few days, leaving no trace. Fortunately, Oscar didn't need to recite any spells, the sausages were prepped and ready.

Old snake lady and Meng Yiran still weren't aware of Oscar's spellcasting abilities, so they accepted the grilled sausages without hesitation. Meng Yiran hurriedly devoured hers, fearful of any potential damage to her appearance. She didn't suspect poison, as her grandma was a poison expert and her body was immune to various toxins.

After consuming the sausage, her facial wound quickly improved, forming a scab that would heal completely in due time. Meng Yiran expression brightened significantly but she shot Wang Feng a resentful glance. 

"Brother Zhao, your student is quite skilled! Thanks for his sausage."

Chao Tianxiang gave Wang Feng a deep look, nodded slightly toward Oscar and said calmly, "The green mountains remain, the green waters flow long. We shall meet again."

(E/N: I don't know the fuck is that, maybe some kind of Chinese idiom, I literally translated it.)

With that, Chao Tianxiang led Meng Yiran away.

Oscar couldn't help but sneak a peek. Meng Yiran was only a year or two older than him and she was very attractive. After she had eaten the sausage, her appearance had improved, much to his relief.

Once the two had departed, Zhao Wuji breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, only Chao Tianxiang had arrived and her husband hadn't come along. Otherwise, the situation could have escalated very quickly to a fight.

The other seven people swarmed around Wang Feng, eager to learn his technique. 

"Wang Feng, that move earlier was incredible! Can you teach us? How did you do it?" Ma Hongjun's eyes sparkled with mischievous thoughts.

"It seems somewhat similar to Tang San's hidden weapon techniques." Dai Mubai pondered, though he glanced at Ma Hongjun, who seemed overly enthusiastic.

"Yes, brother Feng, it does resemble Xiao San's hidden weapon style but it's just leaves! How did you achieve that?" Xiao Wu, typically nonchalant, displayed genuine interest. She picked up a few leaves from the ground, shook them and tossed them but they only fluttered weakly through the air.

"Wang Feng! You can't use this kind of attack on us when sparring!" Ning Rongrong snorted before suddenly narrowing her eyes and grinning. 

"But I must admit, it did catch my attention. Who would've thought you could be so ruthless, slicing the face of other girls?"

Wang Feng chuckled inwardly, 'Had she forgotten about getting kicked? Let it be, I don't need to poke a hornet nest unnecessarily.'

Zhu Zhuqing fixed her gaze on Wang Feng, her expression contemplative but unspoken. She believed she could have dodged the previous attack but the other girl wasn't a soul master specializing in agility.

"Come on, Wang Feng! I've already called you big brother, right?" Fatty Ma urged eagerly. "Brother Feng, spill the beans, how did you do it? I'm really itching to learn!"

The rest of the group joined in, their curiosity piqued.

Wang Feng grinned, gently lifting a leaf with his fingers. He began to explain, "You want to learn? It's actually quite simple. Leaves are pliable. First, we need to identify the leaf's veins. These veins can be divided into parallel lines, mesh lines, cross lines and triple-cross lines, among others. It's crucial to recognize these patterns. Once identified, we can channel our soul power along these lines."

He continued, "By doing so, we ensure that the leaf's surface structure remains intact. After infusing soul power, precise micro-manipulation control is necessary. Leaves have layers, including the epidermis, mesophyll and leaf veins. Remember, the primary points for soul power input are the mesophyll and mesophyll because they contain chloroplasts used for photosynthesis. These chloroplasts can absorb light energy."

"In short, they absorb energy, allowing us to store soul power within them, making the leaves incredibly rigid. This requires a good deal of finesse in controlling soul power. A slight misstep can damage the chloroplasts and disperse the soul power, rendering the leaves useless."

He went on, "Leaf veins guide the direction of our spirit power within the leaves. They are crucial for controlling the soul power, propelling the leaves in the intended direction. Once you've identified the veins, you can use your fingers to apply force, driven by your soul power, to manipulate the leaves. They will move wherever you direct them."

With that, Wang Feng gently channeled his soul power into the leaf he held, causing it to emit a faint sparkle and then he tossed it.

The leaf pierced through a branch ten meters away, causing it to shudder. Wang Feng clapped his hands and grinned, saying, "See, it's simple, isn't it?"

When Wang Feng started explaining, everyone was initially excited. The technique didn't seem overly complicated and they felt they could grasp it.

Zhao Wuji, in particular, sauntered over with keen interest. After all, he was the kind of person who could pick up these tricks with ease or so he thought.

However...

As Wang Feng continued his explanation, their initial excitement waned. Their expressions shifted from enthusiasm to calm and ultimately, to sheer bewilderment.

Everyone collectively thought, "What on earth is he saying?"

Fatty Ma's facial expressions were the most comical, he had gone from extreme excitement to utter confusion in a matter of moments.

Tang San, who had some knowledge of this leaf-plucking technique from his previous life, was equally confused. His own hidden weapon skills were somewhat similar but using leaves as weapons required extraordinary inner strength and unparalleled control, something only a martial arts master could achieve.

But Wang Feng's leaf attacks were merely at a distance of over ten meters, which was relatively short. In comparison to Tang San's genuine hidden weapons, it paled. However, this demonstrated Feng Ge's innate talent, considering he hadn't formally learned any hidden weapon techniques.

Yet, as they listened to Wang Feng's explanation, even Tang San was stumped. He thought, "Wait, I'm a Tang Sect hidden weapon master, how can I not comprehend this technique?"

Chloroplast? Absorb energy? What in the world was he talking about? Was this some kind of genius-level stuff? Tang San couldn't fathom it.

Countless question marks danced in everyone's minds as they stared at Wang Feng, thoroughly puzzled.

Wang Feng sighed, "Judging by your expressions, I must've made it sound too complicated. Well, you're all Shrek Academy's monsters, after all. I practiced this for a long time before I mastered it. I guess I assumed you'd pick it up as easily as I explained it."

Everyone remained silent.

"Old Zhao, care to give it a try?" Wang Feng offered a leaf to Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji suddenly gazed up at the sky suddenly. 

"Ahem! You know, the weather today is just splendid. Xiao Ao, go absorb that soul ring, don't waste anymore time. Oh and this snake is still twitching, I'll keep an eye on it so it doesn't escape."

With that, Zhao Wuji dashed toward the Phoenix-tailed Crest Serpent, muttering to himself about the lovely weather.

Everyone followed his gaze to the sky.

What a splendid weather indeed!

The towering trees with their thick branches set against a cloudless sky.

Laughter erupted from everyone.

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