Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

The powerful Essence Qi of Dou Ling Qiong merged into Yang Fei's body.

His Qi of Origin Core swelled like a balloon, surging like a flood, crashing into Yang Fei's twentieth meridian.

Deep in the meridians, a sharp pain erupted, as if countless little knives were rummaging inside Yang Fei's body.

Yang Fei took a deep breath and endured it. This was the side effect of his body's evolution, the pain of growth.

To wear the crown, one must bear its weight. No one can easily gain great power.

However, Yang Fei discovered that this pain had exceeded his limit of endurance.

Cultivating this Nine Extremes Technique requires immense willpower and perseverance.

Every minute and second was unbearably long for Yang Fei.

He persisted bitterly, focusing his mind to continuously drive the Essence Qi, attacking the twentieth meridian.

Boom!

Finally, with a loud bang, the twentieth meridian burst open.

The turbulent Qi of Origin Core immediately calmed down, continuously nourishing the newly opened meridian of Yang Fei.

With the opening of these twenty meridians, Yang Fei's Dantian Qi Sea doubled in size, now as big as a large bowl.

The Qi of Origin Core within the Dantian gradually thickened.

Yang Fei didn't dare slack off for a moment, and took a small piece of Dou Ling Qiong, gathering all his Qi of Origin Core into the Dantian Qi Sea.

In fact, it's not that you reach the realm of Gang Strength Super God immediately after opening all the meridians.

Instead, after opening the meridians, all the Essence Qi converges back to the Qi Sea like rivers returning to the sea.

When countless Qi of Origin Cores accumulate, quantity changes into quality, the Qi of Origin Core becomes purer, and finally transforms into the stronger, denser Gang Yuan Qi.

Only at that point could Yang Fei enter the true realm of Gang Jin.

The human body's meridians are as numerous as cow's hair.

Apart from the Twenty-Four Meridians and the governor and conception vessels, there are countless other branches.

Yang Fei had opened twenty principal meridians; if this were spread, it would terrify people.

Even a Spiritual Martial Arts Master like Chen Xingzhu had only opened eighteen meridians, unable to break through, starting to nourish the Qi of Origin Core, preparing to break through Gang Strength.

However, Yang Fei did not intend to nurture and regulate the Qi of Origin Core to transform into Gang Yuan yet.

He still wanted to prepare to attack the last four principal meridians.

Throughout history, only Patriarch Bodhidharma had managed to penetrate the Twenty-Four Meridians; even Real Person Zhang Sanfeng hadn't completed it.

The legendary Shakyamuni, who was born as a holy body, had unimpeded Twenty-Four Meridians from birth.

But ordinary masters couldn't even open the nodes of the meridians.

Yang Fei broke through twenty meridians, already infinitely close to Master Zhang of Wudang from hundreds of years ago.

With Dou Ling Qiong in his hand, Yang Fei wanted to try the remaining four meridians.

He regulated his breath, took a small piece of the remaining Dou Ling Qiong, and began attacking the last four meridians.

Opening the nodes of these last four principal meridians, Yang Fei initially thought it would be easy.

But he didn't expect that after a whole night's exhausting cultivation, they remained as solid as a rock, unshakeable.

Yang Fei couldn't help but grit his teeth, damn it, I can wait it out.

If not one day, then two; if not two, then a week; if not a week, then a month; if not a month, then a year, ten years...

The next morning, Yang Fei got up, had a brief moment of intimacy with Helen, then convened the Changfeng Squad for a meeting, announcing his closed-door cultivation in the Traveling Palace.

Upon hearing Yang Fei was about to enter closed-door cultivation, the bunch of rogues in the Changfeng Squad looked at each other, astonished.

In Martial Arts cultivation, the term "closed-door" is extraordinary.

It implies a profound realm, an incomprehensible insight, and a more powerful Martial Arts prowess.

In short, those who need closed-door cultivation are akin to great masters like Patriarch Bodhidharma, who meditated facing a wall for nine years to cultivate Martial Arts.

So when everyone heard Yang Fei utter the term "closed-door," they were all extremely shocked.

Mad Blade couldn't help but smirk, his face full of mischief.

"Instructor, actually, we all know about you and Queen Helen, isn't it just that thing in bed? Does that really require closed-door cultivation?"

Mad Blade's words brought a burst of laughter from everyone, as the group of old rogues started rambling, teasing Yang Fei.

"Instructor, there really is no need, as long as there's love, every place in life is a battlefield."

"Exactly, Instructor, how did you woo Queen Helen? When will you give us a lecture?"

"Instructor, are you planning a closed-door cultivation to have a child? Your son will be Emperor Greenworth in the future."

...

Listening to this bunch of guys rambling, Yang Fei said nothing, just delivered a flying kick to each of them on their pi gu.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Chen Xingzhu is lurking nearby, and you're still so nonchalant in the face of the enemy?"

"Not just me, you all better dedicate yourselves to your cultivation."

After a berating from Yang Fei, the bunch of rogues in the Changfeng Squad finally fell silent, embarrassed.

Next, Yang Fei arranged for the Changfeng Squad to protect Helen's Traveling Palace, meticulously setting up sentries.

Currently, the situation in Greenworth hasn't stabilized, and there are many threats around Helen; countless people want her dead.

Seeing Yang Fei's serious demeanor, the members of the Changfeng Squad solemnly accepted their orders.

Yang Fei felt a bit more at ease, knowing that with the Changfeng Squad's prowess, as long as Chen Xingzhu didn't personally invade, even the Mysterious Country SEAL Team would fail.

As for Chen Xingzhu, Mad Blade and Yang Fei spent a long time researching three or four emergency plans together.

These three or four plans were the essence of the two mischievous minds, unpredictable, thick-skinned, cunning.

If Chen Xingzhu doesn't come, fine; if she does, she will suffer a big loss.

Yang Fei set everything up before starting his closed-door cultivation.

Although Helen didn't understand what Yang Fei was doing, she obediently followed his instructions and stayed away from the cabin, supplying food and fresh water regularly.

This was Yang Fei's first closed-door cultivation for Martial Arts, holding significant meaning for him.

No one understood why he locked himself in the cabin fussing about.

But both Helen and the Changfeng Squad adhered to Yang Fei's arrangements, not disturbing him.

At midnight that day, Helen was suddenly awakened by piercingly cold killing intent.

She shot up, and in the darkness, saw a pair of eyes gleaming, gazing at her.

The figure in a jet-black dress looked refreshingly beautiful in the night.

Chen Xingzhu!

Instinctively, Helen wanted to scream, but at that moment, an invisible force seized her throat.

Chen Xingzhu stood still, shoulder unmoving, calmly watching Helen.

"If you scream, I'll have to kill you."

Helen wisely nodded repeatedly.

She had witnessed Chen Xingzhu's terrifying prowess, knowing she stood no chance against this woman, and any reckless move would be a sure death.

"Where is Yang Fei?"

Chen Xingzhu looked calmly at Helen, her voice slightly gritting when mentioning Yang Fei.