Whoosh Facing such a formidable Su Mei, Chu Feng actually couldn't dodge; left with no choice, he had to unleash the first form of the Thunder Three Forms.
As this move was unleashed, Chu Feng seemed to turn into lightning, his speed instantly multiplying several times, dashing forward like light, finally evading Su Mei's attack.
"You little girl, where does all this strength come from?" Chu Feng exclaimed in astonishment.
According to his estimate, facing an expert at the eighth stage of Spirit Martial, even if he couldn't win, he could at least put up a fight.
Yet earlier, Su Mei's attack was clearly just an ordinary strike, yet it forced Chu Feng to resort to his trump card, the Thunder Three Forms—this simply surpassed his imagination.
"Hmph, you think only you have cultivated the Mystic Art?" Seeing Chu Feng's astonished face, Su Mei sneered, gave him a glance, then stopped attacking, sat down in the hall's chair, picked up an apple, and began to gnaw at it in an unladylike manner.
"Mystic Art, you've cultivated the Mystic Art?" Chu Feng was even more shocked.
What is the Mystic Art? He naturally knows—it is a cultivation method called Mystic Art precisely because of its profound subtlety.
Mastering the martial arts teachings allows one to condense spiritual energy; if one's aptitude is good, breaking through to the Yuan Wu Realm is entirely possible, but those who only master the martial arts teachings find that the first level of Yuan Wu is already the limit of their cultivation, just like Chu Feng's grandfather, Chu Yuanba.
Because the Yuan Wu Realm is a completely new realm, what is needed is no longer the refinement of spiritual energy but Yuan Force, which also exists between heaven and earth, yet cannot be condensed by the martial arts teachings.
To condense Yuan Force, one must cultivate the Mystic Art, but the Mystic Art is exceedingly precious and rare; it is said that even within the Azure Dragon Sect there are only a few copies, and besides the elders, only core disciples are allowed to cultivate it.
Yet Su Mei is merely an inner sect disciple—how could she have cultivated the Mystic Art? Unless...
"How strange? If you've cultivated the Mystic Art, how could this young lady not be able to?" Su Mei pouted.
"So this girl thought I had cultivated the Mystic Art," Chu Feng thought, his heart stirring. He had only heard of the Mystic Art's myriad wonders but had never seen it; however, upon reflection, his recent behavior truly resembled that of someone said to have cultivated the Mystic Art.
"Hey, what's that expression? Don't tell me you haven't cultivated the Mystic Art, it's just because your talent is extraordinary, allowing you to overcome the strong with weakness."
"I really haven't cultivated the Mystic Art." Chu Feng said.
"You're serious?" Su Mei approached.
"Mm." Chu Feng nodded.
Su Mei stared at Chu Feng for a long while, as if searching for a flaw in his lie, but eventually she exclaimed in astonishment: "It seems a person with mental power is indeed formidable—without cultivating the Mystic Art they're already this powerful; if they did cultivate it, what wouldn't they be capable of?"
"Heh, the Mystic Art isn't something I could cultivate," Chu Feng shook his head; if he could, he would really like to witness the so-called Mystic Art.
Especially after learning that Su Mei's rapid progress and formidable strength were due to her cultivation of the Mystic Art, his longing for it grew even stronger.
Seeing Chu Feng's yearning expression, Su Mei's brows furrowed slightly, as if making a difficult decision; after a moment she said: "I can give you the Mystic Art."
"You're serious?" Upon hearing this, Chu Feng's expression changed dramatically.
"Do I look like I'm lying to you?" Su Mei said with a solemn face.
"What's the price?"
"The price is joining my Wing Alliance."