The Ninth Rebirth Demon King

In the recent months, under Feng Ting's guidance, everyone's progress was very fast. However, because everyone's talents were limited, it would be much more difficult to reach a higher realm.

Even for the two Fen Cheng realms, Ping Jian and Cheng Yan, Feng Ting would give guidance whenever he wanted. Each of his pointers caused these two old men to feel incredulous. They were all sincerely convinced and listened humbly.

Of course, there were two people who did not need Feng Ting's guidance. One was the Xin Han who could not cultivate, and the other was Zhao Yun.

Xin Han didn't cultivate. Other than caring for Feng Ting, she would occasionally chat with him. When she had nothing to do, she would look at the mountains, the trees, the flowers, the fish and the insects. After viewing it, she would quietly contemplate it, as if she was sketching something out in front of her eyes.

Even though Zhao Yun was a Spirit Cultivator, she seemed to be becoming more and more uninterested in cultivation, and was the one who had the least improvement out of everyone here. Even after consuming the Jing Hu Dan, her realm had already stopped at dangling lake's Primary Grade.

Of course, Li Wan also felt that her mother was being strange. He had talked to Feng Ting about it, but Feng Ting did not give him any particularly useful way to resolve it.

Time silently flowed on. Another month had passed.

Demon Domain Hunter finally appeared nearby. Yang Chuan, Han Jiang, Cheng An, and Ping Jian, the four of them were still using Demonic Beast s to scare away the hunters.

In the beginning, only a team of Demon Domain Hunter would appear in ten days. In two months, a group of Demon Domain Hunter would appear in three days. Everyone understood that they had been discovered again. The other party was trying to use the Demon Domain Hunter to scare them away.

Half a month later, Feng Ting decided to leave this place.

Actually, everyone liked this valley very much. They all liked this quiet day.

On the eve of their departure, everyone ate barbecue.

After eating, everyone went back to their own caves to rest and prepare to leave tomorrow.

When Feng Ting returned to the cave, he obviously did not need to rest. He needed the blood washing to refine the body.

Although he had experienced the blood washing hundreds of times, he still wasn't willing to experience the painful process of the blood washing. When he was using the blood washing, his body was stiff. It was as if all the blood in his body had congealed into small steel needles, stabbing into every part of his meridians and internal organs.

If he hadn't been reborn, it would have been really hard to persevere. But blood washing, Body Refinement, were all paths that must be traversed for cultivation, and they could not be avoided, and it was unavoidable. If he wanted to continue to grow stronger, he had to persevere.

After the blood washing was over, Feng Ting laid on the cold floor exhausted and quietly closed his eyes. The Healing Flame in his body began to release a warm feeling of heat, soothing the pain in his body and his mind.

An hour later, he finally returned to normal.

Since the journey was going to be a long one tomorrow, he released Bai Xiang and the qilin to take a breather and also took the chance to absorb some of the marrow blood to refine his body.

The process of refining the body was a very relaxed and enjoyable one. Compared to the blood washing, the Refinement Realm was like heaven, and the blood washing was like hell.

After the body tempering had finished, Feng Ting did not send Bai Xiang and the Qilin back, but rather allowed them to enjoy the cool night.

He then took out the spring cauldron and enjoyed its spring of spirit energy.

He quietly left and allowed the spring's spiritual energy to seep into his body, flowing through his meridians.

"Bang."

Suddenly, his body trembled slightly. His eyes immediately became extremely clear.

"Bang."

A thumping sound rang out again as his meridians, dantian, and Spiritual Sea fiercely shook. The spirit energy in his meridians and dantian instantly became vigorous like stormy waves. However, he did not rush towards the Spiritual Sea, but rather, within a controlled range.

Under the impact of the spirit energy, his meridians and dantian became increasingly sturdy and spacious.

Advanced!

His face lit up. He knew that he had leveled up.

Zen God middle grade!

These past few months of travel had finally allowed his advancement to be smooth sailing. Zen middle grade, its equivalent to the strength of the dangling lake's middle grade.

After a while, the spiritual energy in his body calmed down, and he felt an obvious change in his body. His meridians, dantian, internal organs, and bones had all become tougher. This was a change brought about by his advancement. He could also feel that he had become stronger, and this change was even more obvious.

"Swish."

A petite black shadow appeared within the cave, and stood in front of Feng Ting. The cold wind that blew across the night sky assaulted his face, but that pitch-black face remained as cold and indifferent as ever.

When Feng Ting saw Xiao Ning, he could not help but laugh, "Congratulations, you've broken through."

"You seem to have grown stronger too!" Xiao Ning was also clearly surprised, he had actually come to tell Feng Ting that he had already stepped into the dangling lake, and his current strength was comparable to Fen Cheng's Primary Grade. But he didn't expect to feel Feng Ting's change the moment he entered.

"Since you've already broken through, I naturally have some changes." Feng Ting said calmly.

"You are only a martial artist." Although Xiao Ning's tone was filled with disdain, but he truly admired Feng Ting's miracles. A martial cultivator would actually gradually become stronger after stepping into the Fighting King. This was contrary to the laws of cultivation in Ling Wu's star field; there simply should not be a person like Feng Ting in the world.

"Can't martial artists be stronger?" Feng Ting asked.

Xiao Ning frowned and said: "Tell me, what is your cultivation level now equivalent to that of the Spirit Cultivator?"

"dangling lake Realm." Feng Ting replied.

"Nonsense." Xiao Ning immediately retorted, and said coldly: "In Trellis City, you once defeated Chi Long of the Primary Grade of dangling lake, and now that you have become stronger, you still claim that you are equal to the realm of dangling lake?"

"At that time, I was only equivalent to Purple Mansion, and I am now a middle grade of the dangling lake. Can you understand my explanation?" Feng Ting asked.

"Weirdo!" Xiao Ning said coldly: "A martial cultivator, actually has the same strength as the dangling lake's middle grade, you are the most bizarre freak in the world!"

Feng Ting smiled blandly, "You are just a Primary Grade of the dangling lake, yet you possess the same strength as it is. You are also a weirdo that is difficult for people to understand in this world."

"I'm different from you." Xiao Ning said.

"What's the difference?" Feng Ting said casually.

"I am the Spirit Cultivator, and you are the martial cultivator."

Feng Ting also laughed disdainfully: "You are Spirit Cultivator? But in this world, other than me, how many people can sense your level? "In front of others, if you didn't act, you would be an ordinary person, and a sickly one at that."

Hearing that, Xiao Ning frowned, and changed the topic: "Are you guys leaving again?"

"Yes."

"Xiao Ning looked at Feng Ting and said," Are you planning to continue to play with the Mu Qingshan and Lin Clan like this? "

"Yes."

"How long will it take?" Xiao Ning asked.

"If you can make it so far, then go out and kill Xue Bu." Feng Ting said.

"Xue Bu always has a lot of people with him. It's not easy to kill him." Xiao Ning's tone carried warning.

"I know, so I have to be prepared." Feng Ting replied.

Xiao Ning looked at Feng Ting once more and said: "Cheng Yan has stepped into the middle grade, and vice versa. They are already very old, so it will be very difficult for them to advance even further. Therefore, they could only help Xue Bu. They could no longer be his main force. Amongst the remaining people, only Li Wan was stronger, she was just a middle grade of the dangling lake.

"And you and me." Feng Ting laughed.

"I knew you wanted me to kill for you again." Xiao Ning's tone carried a cold smile.

"You always liked to kill people. Isn't it good to have someone let you kill them?"

Xiao Ning frowned, his eyes revealing his impatience: "Let me tell you, I am not opposed to killing, but I am definitely not a bloodthirsty person."

Feng Ting laughed: "I did not expect you to be more concerned about your image now."

"I don't care about the image, I'm talking about the truth." Xiao Ning shouted in anger.

"Okay, I got it. You're not a homicidal person. You're just not opposed to using murder to solve problems." Feng Ting laughed.

"Good to know." Xiao Ning glanced at Feng Ting, extended his hand, and said: "Finished the pill."

"Here you are." Feng Ting casually took out a pill box and brought it in front of Xiao Ning.

Xiao Ning opened it to take a look, and the indifference on the corner of his mouth turned into a hidden smile. "You knew that I could break through, so you prepared Jing Hu Dan long ago?"

"I guessed." Feng Ting laughed.

"You have a lot on your mind." Xiao Ning was clearly more satisfied that not only had Feng Ting prepared a Fire Melting Pill for him, he had also prepared a Jing Hu Dan for him. He had broken into the dangling lake's Primary Grade and happened to need Jing Hu Dan.

"Although there is no poison in the Spirit Pill, do not eat it with all your might." Feng Ting reminded.

"Do you think there's something wrong with my head?" Xiao Ning retorted.

"Although your brain is fine, I still think that you ate Spirit Pill too fiercely." Feng Ting said.

"Alright, I'm leaving." Xiao Ning looked at Feng Ting again, but did not immediately leave. Instead, he went over and gently stroked Bai Xiang and the qilin.

Bai Xiang and the Qilin were already very familiar with Xiao Ning.

Feng Ting watched from the side and revealed a faint smile. Although Bai Xiang and the Qilin were mutated Demonic Beast, the tyrannical aura on their bodies was no worse than real Demonic Beast. Therefore, for to caress Bai Xiang and the Qilin like this, it was sufficient to show that they were very friendly towards Xiao Ning.

This was probably because Xiao Ning had fought alongside them back then. Perhaps it was because the cold and detached aura that emanated from Xiao Ning made them feel close.

After caressing it for a while, Xiao Ning's figure flashed and blended into the darkness of the night.

Feng Ting looked at the cave entrance, looked at the night sky, and felt a cool breeze blowing in, making him feel very comfortable.

Suddenly, a frail and sickly figure appeared in front of him. It was Xiao Ning who had returned.

"Something doesn't seem right." Xiao Ning's expression became serious.

"What's wrong?" Feng Ting asked.

Xiao Ning was silent for a moment before he replied, "is coming over, but I feel that it's a bit different than the past."

"Do they want to kill us?" Feng Ting asked.

Xiao Ning's face turned serious as he replied, "I don't know. I just feel that something is amiss."

"I understand. Go and take a look, I will gather everyone and leave." Feng Ting said.

"Be careful." Xiao Ning glanced at Feng Ting, and then disappeared in a flash.

"You be careful too." After Feng Ting finished speaking, he immediately kept the spring cauldron, Bai Xiang and the Qilin back inside the dimensional ring, and then left the cave.