Chapter 99: Under the Divine Talisman Of Creation, Hidden Acupoints Cannot Hide

Chapter 99: Under the Divine Talisman Of Creation, Hidden Acupoints Cannot Hide

The sword resonance reverberated.

A dazzling sword light shot forth from the scabbard like a streak of aurora—sharp, swift, and capable of severing everything.

Liang Jianwu drew his sword without hesitation, slashing directly at Chen Feng.

Chen Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly, sensing a trace of the Juejian Thirteen Swords’ essence in this strike. Yet, it was far from the genuine technique—more like a simplified imitation.

"Your so-called Juejian Thirteen Swords is far from orthodox," Chen Feng remarked casually as the Flowing Cup Sword left its sheath, meeting the attack with a horizontal slash.

A seemingly ordinary strike, yet it unleashed a sword light so radiant it split the air.

The moment the blades clashed, Liang Jianwu’s sword twisted like tempered steel turning supple, coiling around Chen Feng’s blade to press the assault.

"This is the Lesser Juejian Technique, a simplified version derived from the Juejian Technique of my Juejian Palace, ranking among the top-tier pinnacle techniques," Liang Jianwu sneered, shifting his swordplay to press the attack.

The surrounding crowd had already retreated, wary of being caught in the crossfire.

"The Lesser Juejian Technique? What a joke," Chen Feng retorted, standing firm. With a single sword in hand, he effortlessly sealed off every variation of Liang Jianwu’s techniques.

No matter how Liang Jianwu adjusted his strikes, he couldn’t break through Chen Feng’s defense. That single sword stance was like an iron chain barring a river or a mountain range standing unshaken.

Liang Jianwu pushed his internal energy to its limits, the glow from his 270 acupoints growing brighter and more dazzling, resembling stars flickering endlessly in the night sky.

A faint smile surfaced in Chen Feng’s eyes.

Indeed, his perception of the acupoints on Liang Jianwu’s body was becoming clearer.

"But even if I accurately sense the positions of Liang Jianwu’s acupoints, what of it?"

"People are ultimately different—subtle variations determine success or failure."

As if responding to his thoughts, the Divine Talisman Of Creation pulsed, and Chen Feng sensed another shift within himself.

Certain parts of his body gradually grew warm.

Upon closer inspection, these heated areas seemed to correspond to some of Liang Jianwu’s acupoints.

Hidden acupoints!

Ten in total.

And these ten hidden acupoints were precisely those not mentioned in the Huntian Dao Scripture’s Aperture Opening Chapter.

At first, the warmth was faint, but as Liang Jianwu continued his assault, stimulating his acupoints further, the Divine Talisman Of Creation’s perception sharpened, and the heat intensified.

"So that’s where they are!"

When the ten spots burned at their peak, Chen Feng understood.

Though individuals differed, under the divine marvel of the Divine Talisman Of Creation, these hidden acupoints were mapped out clearly for him.

Now, all that remained was to open these ten hidden acupoints.

But for the moment, he had to deal with Liang Jianwu first.

If Liang Jianwu knew that, even while locked in combat, Chen Feng had observed him and pinpointed the locations of ten hidden acupoints, he might just die of rage.

Liang Jianwu unleashed a flurry of sword techniques, yet none could overcome Chen Feng. Instead, every strike was calmly deflected, and his expression grew increasingly grim.

As the Sect Heir of Juejian Palace, having entered the sect a year earlier, he had arrived brimming with pride, determined to "instruct" the inheritor of Huntian Sect’s Juejian Peak in swordsmanship before challenging all Aperture Opening Realm disciples of Huntian Sect.

Yet now, he couldn’t even decisively defeat a single inheritor of Juejian Peak.

With a low shout, Liang Jianwu immediately activated his Sword Body Divine Trait. Sword light erupted from his body, and his entire being radiated a dazzling brilliance that swiftly spread, enveloping the sword in his hand.

In that instant, Chen Feng keenly sensed that Liang Jianwu’s aura and the energy of his sword had merged into one.

It felt as if he had entered the Sword Unity Realm.

"Liang Jianwu’s divine sword body seems to be called the Mystical Sense Sword Body..." Chen Feng pondered silently. "Could the unique trait of this sword body lie in allowing one to harmonize even further with their sword?"

If that were the case, then this sword body would indeed be exceptionally suited for sword cultivation.

No wonder Liang Jianwu had displayed not only the Lesser Juejian Technique earlier but also over a dozen other sword techniques—far from ordinary.

Chen Feng finally grew serious.

Up until now, he had merely been testing the waters.

With all 270 acupoints in his body surging with internal energy and the Mystical Sense Sword Body pushed to its limits, Liang Jianwu unleashed his full strength. His sword pressure more than doubled, suppressing everything around him.

Such overwhelming sword pressure even made Han Daoling feel somewhat stifled, while others like Xiao Xuanwu and Yuan Hualong were nearly suffocated, forced to retreat.

Yet, when this astonishing sword pressure crashed against Chen Feng, it felt like nothing more than a gentle breeze.

It had no effect on him whatsoever.

Having forged an unparalleled foundation that surpassed all past and present, breaking through to the Aperture Opening Realm with 270 acupoints, and continuously pushing beyond his limits in every aspect, Chen Feng himself no longer knew just how powerful he had become.

Liang Jianwu was indeed no weakling—he had also broken through to the Aperture Opening Realm after reaching the Thirteenth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm. However, he had not unlocked the Human Body's Hidden Treasure, and his foundation was far inferior to Chen Feng’s—not even comparable to Han Daoling’s.

Even now, with Liang Jianwu unleashing everything he had...

"Chen Feng, I’ll show you what the true Juejian Technique looks like!" Liang Jianwu declared solemnly, his eyes gleaming with an icy light as all his power surged forth, pouring into the sword in his hand.

With a single slash— Chen Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly. That sword technique was all too familiar—it was none other than the first stance of the Juejian Thirteen Swords.

"Let me teach you what the real Juejian Thirteen Swords are," Chen Feng scoffed. Without any visible movement, the 270 acupoints in his body shimmered like stars as his internal energy erupted.

A single slash— The Flowing Cup Sword seemed to vanish, transforming into a streak of light.

A light that could sever the void itself, before which all things in heaven and earth appeared fragile.

The moment this sword was unleashed, Zhao Hongbo, the elder of Juejian Palace, couldn’t help but narrow his eyes, a trace of solemnity flashing within them.

This sword shared the same origin as the one Liang Jianwu had executed, yet it was far more profound—completely on another level.

A blinding flash of sword light erupted, followed by a piercing sword resonance—the sound of two blades clashing, tearing through everything. The onlookers felt as if their eardrums had been punctured, the pain unbearable.

Amid the shattered radiance, a streak of sword light shot skyward.

It was a sword, flung from its wielder’s grasp.

Immediately after, a figure was sent flying backward—Liang Jianwu.

Zhao Hongbo flashed forward, catching Liang Jianwu, who trembled violently before coughing up a mouthful of blood.

"What a pity."

Chen Feng felt a twinge of regret. He had originally intended to follow up with another strike to finish him off.

To my surprise, the elder of Juejian Palace intervened, and I lost the opportunity.

"Understand this—the Juejian Thirteen Swords of my Juejian Peak are the orthodox technique, while your Juejian Technique from Juejian Palace is nothing but stolen goods," Chen Feng said calmly as he sheathed his sword.

"Nonsense! The Juejian Technique of our Juejian Palace is the true orthodox technique!" Liang Jianwu spat blood in fury.

"Arguing is pointless. I’ll spare your life this time, but mark my words—I, Chen Feng, will one day set foot in Juejian Palace with my sword and prove the legitimacy of Juejian Peak," Chen Feng declared, seeing no value in further debate.

"Then I’ll be waiting," Zhao Hongbo sneered coldly, a sharp glint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Had this not been within the Huntian Sect’s territory, he would have struck Chen Feng down without hesitation.

But bringing Liang Jianwu here was already a risky move.

Part of the reason was pressure—even coercion—from Tianyuan Sacred Land behind the scenes, and he had the misfortune of being assigned this task. Otherwise, he would never have come willingly.

Of course, the Huntian Sect had a decent reputation, especially during such a grand event like the Sect Heir’s celebration. Under normal circumstances, they wouldn’t resort to killing them here.

Doing so would tarnish their reputation and provoke the wrath of Juejian Palace, along with further hostility from Tianyuan Sacred Land—something the Huntian Sect could ill afford at this stage.

In short, this entire affair carried significant risk.

But what could they do? Juejian Palace was now subordinate to Tianyuan Sacred Land.

With that thought, Zhao Hongbo grabbed Liang Jianwu and transformed into a streak of sword light, attempting to flee.

"You think you can come and go as you please? What do you take the Huntian Sect for?"

A domineering, razor-sharp voice suddenly rang out. In the next instant, a sword light shot forth from Juejian Peak, tearing through the void like an aurora of lightning, so fierce it seemed to sever light itself—unstoppable and overwhelmingly sharp.

The sword light struck directly at Zhao Hongbo.

Zhao Hongbo immediately slashed out with a mighty surge of sword energy, but it shattered in an instant. The sword light pierced his body, drawing blood.

"Wang Yuandao, I’ll remember this strike!" Zhao Hongbo howled in pain before accelerating his escape.

"Remember all you want. Threaten my disciple again, and next time, I’ll cut you down," Wang Yuandao’s voice echoed far and wide.

Chen Feng couldn’t help but feel moved.

"This was supposed to be my Sect Heir celebration, not yours..." Han Daoling muttered under his breath, his expression darkening to the extreme.