Immortality Begins With Internal Breathing

In Wuling City, at the War God Sect branch.

Zuo Feng walked through the sect, sensing the strange looks coming from all around.

"Have you heard? That martial artist recently recruited by the Wuji Sect is incredibly formidable. Both Heng Qiming and Martial Uncle Zuo Feng lost to him."

"I heard about it too. I could not be there at the time. What a pity."

"It is said that Lin Zheyu only broke through to the Marrow Refining realm while he was at the eighth transformations of blood qi, yet in sheer strength, he was actually not inferior to Martial Uncle Zuo Feng. That is truly unbelievable."

Within the War God Sect, many people were discussing Lin Zheyu. They were all a group that loved battle and held combat and the strong in the highest regard.

"He must have cultivated a body refining technique. Although his current strength is formidable, for a genius like him to spend his time and energy on body refining techniques is somewhat unwise," a man built like an ox shook his head as he commented.

"You are worrying too much. You have heard of Zhao Hao, right? The one who relied on his lightness and movement techniques to fight Puxuan to a draw at this year's martial cultivation exchange. Puxuan has already reached eighty-third place on the Hidden Dragon List. Just think about how powerful Zhao Hao's lightness and movement techniques must be. That's Lin Zheyu, you know. Do you really think it's unwise for him to cultivate lightness and movement techniques to such a transcendent level while also refining body refining techniques?" The man's companion curled his lips as he retorted.

"Hiss, so Lin Zheyu is actually Zhao Hao. With that Dominance true intent he cultivates, I thought Zhao Hao had been secretly recruited by the Bull Demon Sect as a true disciple. Who would have thought he would quietly become a true disciple of the Wuji Sect?"

Listening to the discussions around him, Zuo Feng could not help but frown, his mood growing rather displeased.

Zuo Feng swept his gaze over the crowd and said in a cold voice, "What are you all standing around here for? Have you finished your tasks? Have you completed your cultivation assignments? Do you think the cultivation workload is too easy? All of you go back and cultivate. Everyone's cultivation tasks are doubled for today."

Amid the wide-eyed looks of the crowd, resentful yet daring not to argue, he slowly walked out of the plaza and arrived at the Hall of Martial Honor.