Lord Sovereign

Three days later, Fei Hong walked out of the refining room and stood in the sun, joyfully holding the breastplate. After ten days of refinements, the mysterious chest armour has been fully formed. The main black iron stones that needed to be refined for Zhang Shi had also been put into the cauldron to begin refining them.

He couldn't contain his excitement. Now he knew he was indeed talented in forging tools. Since he had been refining items for people, he had, basically, never failed in producing a finished item. Even master Hao couldn't help but admire his work very much.

Without taking any time to rest, Fei Hong stretched out his hands and legs, and walked directly to the library. He was looking for a martial art suitable for him to practice.

The Angong Pavilion was still a good place, and it seemed that very few people came here.

Fei Hong stepped in and saw Senior Brother Lin sitting at the table, taking a nap. After deciding to make a joke on senior brother Lin, he cleared his throat and said in a firm but disguised voice of master Cao Wang. "How can you dare to be lazy and sleep here before the rest time?!"

Hearing the voice, brother Lin quickly scrambled up. "The disciple knows it is wrong! The disciple dare not! The disciple just last night..."

Brother Lin was anxiously apologizing when he suddenly heard a snicker, and quickly looked up. He almost vomited blood when he saw Fei Hong standing in front of him, grinning. He shook his head and said with a wry smile. "Junior brother Fei, why are you joking with me like that? I almost fell off the stool..."

"So sorry, senior brother Lin. I didn't mean to startle you. Maybe a little bit..." Fei Hong suppressed a smile. After a few seconds, he added. "Senior brother, I'm here to find a martial arts technique."

"Martial arts technique?" Senior Brother Lin was startled. *Why was Fei Hong looking for a martial arts technique after such a long time? Shouldn't he have learned one after entering the sect?* The he remembered that Fei Hong was with Forge Master Hao. He nodded and continued. "Go straight, take the first turn on your left, and then, turn left to the innermost room."

This time Brother Lin didn't ask for anything in return. Fei Hong, who was very happy and satisfied, thanked him and went in.

What Fei Hong didn't expect was that this section containing the classics of martial arts was more deserted than the room containing the classics of cultivation techniques. The floor of this room was so much covered with a thick layer of dust, that, Fei Hong's footprint was left behind when he stepped on it. These were obviously big footprints.

"Ahh..." Fei Hong sighed, not knowing whether it was self-deprecating or mere sighing. Then, he began searching the shelves, one by one.

An hour later, Fei Hong had what looked like a simple martial arts manual called "Dragon Palms" in his hand. His face was full of joy as he examined the technique. This technique appeared to be a simple hand combat technique. A cultivator with a high level of cultivation base would quickly overlook this hand technique. Although it wasn't helpful for Chi cultivation and meridians expansion, this hand combat technique was exactly complementary to the "Golden Heavens Cultivation Technique" practiced by Fei Hong.

"Golden Heavens" was used to train Chi, sea of Chi, expand the meridians and chakras, but it would consume the person's own body essence. This "Dragon Palms" could improve the body essence in a short term, and it could also improve the body agility and strength together.

This made Fei Hong very satisfied. He smiled while holding this "Dragon Palms", and read other books in a cautious manner. After deciding that what he had was enough, he turned around and went out.

"Dragon Palms?!" When Senior Brother Lin saw the book in Fei Hong's hand, he was shocked again. "Junior brother, you took the "Golden Heavens Technique" last time, and this time again you're taking this "Dragon Palms" manuscripts. I can tell you that this set of hand combat technique has been with us for hundreds of years, but no one has practiced it during all this years. Do you really want to take this one?"

Fei Hong nodded firmly. "Yes, senior brother Lin."

Senior Brother Lin shook his head, but didn't say anything. He turned for a long time behind him until he found a copy of "Dragon Palms", and handed it over to Fei Hong. "Junior brother, don't blame Senior Brother for not reminding you this time."

"I promise not to, senior brother Lin. I'm leaving now. Thanks for your concerns." Fei Hong was anxious to practice this Dragon Palms, and after bidding his goodbye, he stepped out of the library door. He picked a shortcut along the foot of the mountain, that would take him straight to the refinery room, across the woods.

He had not gone far when he suddenly heard the sound of a battle in the woods on his right side. Fei Hong had been here at the Sacred Swords sect for so long but had never seen any serious martial arts displays before. Gripped in anticipation, he walked into the woods cautiously, and hid behind a big tree.

When he peeked, Fei Hong was surprised to see two disciples fighting. He was further stunned when he found that one of the two was Na Ding Fei. What was even more surprising was that there was no one around the two of them. It seemed that they have negotiated to conduct a one-on-one combat here in secret.

However, the ensuing fight became fierce, and Fei Hong was left open mouthed by what he was witnessing.

He had seen Ding Fei practice evil skills before, but then, it was only his face that changed. But this time, Ding Fei's footwork in the fight was like a formation drawn on the ground.. A hint of blood-red smoke was coming out of it from time to time, which looked deadly.