Super Soldier in Campus

Upon hearing Lin Feng’s highly insulting words, Wu Zhen, who always thought of himself as superior, looked extremely unpleasant. However, he was heavily injured at this time and didn’t know that Lin Feng had completely lost his Inner Strength. He thought Lin Feng was determined to kill him to silence him, and while furious, he was also very terrified... He was very worried he wouldn’t be able to escape!

Cultivators above the Innate level have extremely strong life force, and Innate Vitality is the divine medicine for hanging onto life, capable of automatically repairing bodily injuries. In other words, if Lin Feng truly wanted to kill Wu Zhen, he would first need to exhaust his Innate Vitality.

"Young man, you’re just inexperienced and may not know the rules of the Cultivation Realm..." Wu Zhen said amicably to Lin Feng, suppressing his anger to preserve his life, "In short, if we stop now, we can still consider each other friends when we meet again. But if you insist on fighting, I’m afraid both factions will go to the death! Young man, think carefully!"

Wu Zhen’s intention was to persuade Lin Feng to stop the fight to avoid mutual destruction.

By this time, Lin Feng was at the end of his rope, and naturally agreed with the old Taoist’s opinion. However, he knew if the opponent realized he had lost his combat power, his life could be in danger the next second. So Lin Feng pretended to hesitate for a few seconds... and finally nodded reluctantly under the eager gaze of the old Taoist...

"Anyway, you don’t pose much of a threat anymore, so I’ll let you go this time!" Lin Feng cast a disdainful glance at the old Taoist and said indifferently.

The old Taoist’s face stiffened again, but in the end, he held back his anger, looked at Lin Feng vigilantly, and then strode away.

Three minutes later, Lin Feng finally dropped the facade, dragged his limp body, and returned to Cao Ying’s car.

Facing Cao Ying’s worried look, Lin Feng forced a smile and weakly said, "Big wife, you drive..."

Cao Ying then noticed something was wrong with Lin Feng and asked in alarm, "Lin Feng, are you hurt?"

"I’m not hurt..." Lin Feng continued weakly, "But if you don’t let me rest soon, I might really be finished!"

Upon hearing this, Cao Ying’s face tensed up as she immediately drove to another house located in the Cao Family Suburb.

The next day at noon, after Lin Feng got enough sleep and enjoyed the lunch Cao Ying carefully prepared, he sat in a room and began to meditate and check on his body.

After a short period of introspection, Lin Feng noticed that his Inner Strength had recovered slightly, and his Innate Vitality had mostly recovered even without meditation!

This piqued his curiosity; Lin Feng, who had entered the Innate Realm, rarely used Innate Vitality and thought its recovery would be slow, but clearly, it wasn’t.

Could it be that the recovery speed of Innate Vitality is even faster than that of Inner Strength?

Lin Feng was unaware that everyone’s recovery rate of Innate Vitality varies due to differences in physique and Cultivation Techniques. People like him who can recover sixty percent of their Innate Vitality just from sleeping are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns in the entire cultivation realm.

Nonetheless, Lin Feng simply assumed that all cultivators recover their Innate Vitality quickly, feeling no pride in being special.

While adjusting his posture, Lin Feng slowly recalled the Innate One Qi Returning Finger he used the previous night and felt something amiss.

Theoretically, using the Innate One Qi Returning Finger shouldn’t consume so much; why did his energy almost deplete when he used it? If he hadn’t succeeded in severely injuring that old Taoist, it would almost amount to suicide!

Perhaps there’s an issue with his cultivation method! When this thought came up, Lin Feng couldn’t help but feel discouraged, but he thought it was forgivable — after all, self-study of Innate Martial Arts and taking a few wrong turns is normal; use it more in the future to slowly perfect it.

Compared to the Innate One Qi Returning Finger, Lin Feng valued the Mystery Deduction Technique more... After all, compared to methods that injure, having the Mystery Deduction Technique to predict opponents’ moves is like having an extra life!

It seems that he needs to go into seclusion for a while to master those three kinds of Innate Martial Arts! Lin Feng secretly thought.

As for the heavily injured Wu Zhen, it was clear to Lin Feng that the old Taoist wouldn’t dare show up to scare people for a while.

By contrast, what Lin Feng wanted to understand more was the unfamiliar rules of the cultivation realm, and what kind of enmity exists between the Tianji Sect and Kongshan Temple?

Lin Feng had a feeling that ever since he severely injured Wu Zhen, there would likely be more deeply hidden high-level cultivators emerging. In the unseen dark side of this world, a great change was going to occur.

But regardless of what happens in the future, Lin Feng’s most important task now is to strengthen his forces... Without power, he can’t even protect his own life, making everything mere talk!

Thus, Lin Feng began meditating, and with the foundation of Innate Vitality, his Inner Strength recovery speed accelerated. By that night, his Inner Strength had recovered seventy to eighty percent, leaving Lin Feng completely without any sense of fatigue.

Knock knock...

The gentle sound of Cao Ying knocking on the door echoed.

"Lin Feng... it’s time for dinner!" Cao Ying tested gently, afraid of disturbing Lin Feng... Witnessing Lin Feng’s battle with Wu Zhen Taoist firsthand gave Cao Ying an indescribable feeling; she considered Lin Feng something beyond an ordinary human, perhaps not even human...

How could a normal person wield such terrifying "Spell"?

Yes, in Cao Ying’s mind, Lin Feng’s Returning Finger was just a terrifying fire-type Spell!

But Cao Ying knew that regardless of whether Lin Feng was human or monster now, he absolutely wouldn’t harm her, and her heart remained solely attached to Lin Feng, continually worrying about his condition.

Just as Cao Ying was lost in thought and anxious, the room door suddenly clicked open, revealing Lin Feng’s smiling face behind it.

"Big wife, what delicious food did you cook?" Lin Feng walked out smilingly, gently holding Cao Ying’s slender waist and asking softly.

Suddenly held tight by Lin Feng, Cao Ying’s face turned rosy, feeling her ears heat. She didn’t directly answer Lin Feng’s question but jokingly asked, "Are you alright? Grabbing and touching right away, aren’t you ashamed?"

"Of course, I’m fine..." Lin Feng laughed and didn’t mind Cao Ying’s remark, "After eating the loving lunch cooked by my wife, I’m now fully restored!"

"Pft, what kind of husband are you..." Cao Ying glanced at Lin Feng disdainfully and smiled, saying, "At most, you’re a Little Brat!"