Chapter 314: Chapter 162: Disciple Group Promotion, a Fortune of 5000 Contribution Points

Qin Feng answered truthfully.

"Mm."

Yu Han nodded and explained, "The Ten-Complete Hand is one of the ultimate Nourishing Techniques of our Ultramarines Chapter, a closely guarded secret. It is not taught to anyone but core members. It can not only examine one’s fundamental constitution and remove hidden ailments but, when cultivated to a high level, can also grant insight into the Soul Origin, distinguish Illusion from reality, and has endless wondrous applications."

His gaze grew deep and distant.

"In the future, if you can pass the assessment and successfully join the Ultramarines Chapter, you will naturally have the opportunity to learn this ultimate technique."

After speaking, Yu Han said no more. He gestured lightly to Qin Feng.

"Come here."

Qin Feng didn’t hesitate. He immediately stood up and walked over to Yu Han. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

The moment he drew near, an irresistible, sea-deep drowsiness swept over his entire consciousness like a tidal wave.

His eyelids felt as heavy as lead.

The surrounding bamboo forest, the courtyard, and the old pine tree all began to blur and distort.

He felt as if he were falling into a warm, deep whirlpool.

And then, Qin Feng fell asleep.

...

Qin Feng felt like he’d had a very, very long dream.

The dreamscape was bizarre and fragmented.

In one dream, he was back on the bloody battlefields of the planet Purgatory-IV, a Long Spear in hand, fighting a desperate battle against an endless horde of Nurgle’s corrupted corpses as blood and fire stained the entire sky red.

In another, he stood on the final stage of the Stellar Cup, watched by billions from every race in the Cosmos. At his feet lay countless peerless geniuses who had once shone so brightly.

He held high the championship trophy, the symbol of the highest honor for the Cosmos’s younger generation, accepting the cheers and adoration of billions.

In yet another dream, he returned to Morningstar, to that small home.

His family was gathered around the dining table, eating a steaming hot meal, chatting about everyday things, their faces brimming with happy and contented smiles.

The dreams kept shifting.

Slaughter, glory, warmth...

He seemed to live through one life after another, experiencing everything a Martial Artist could pursue and savoring everything a mortal could possess.

An unknown amount of time passed before the deep drowsiness slowly faded, and Qin Feng’s consciousness returned to his body.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Before him was the same elegant courtyard, the same vigorous old pine.

And Master Yu Han was sitting quietly on the stone bench opposite him, holding a cup of clear tea, watching him with a gaze full of inquiry and satisfaction.

"How do you feel?"

Yu Han set down his teacup and asked with a smile.

Qin Feng shook his still-groggy head, trying hard to remember.

"I feel... like I had many, many dreams."

Qin Feng said, a bit lost, "But I can’t recall a single specific thing I dreamt about. There’s only a vague feeling left."

"Mm, that’s right."

Yu Han’s expression turned serious and solemn.

"I have a basic understanding of your situation now."

He said in a deep voice, "First, let’s talk about weaponry. Your physical potential and your spiritual Will both far exceed that of an ordinary person. Theoretically, you could learn any melee weapon and achieve remarkable success with it."

"However, the fighting style you prefer—or rather, the style favored by the depths of your soul—is the kind with grand, sweeping movements. It’s refined without sacrificing power, and powerful without sacrificing speed. Your soul is utterly focused on killing efficiency; you were born for large-scale warfare."

Every one of Yu Han’s words seemed to carry a strange Magic Power, striking a chord in Qin Feng’s heart.

"Therefore, you should try weapons like the staff, Long Spear, Long Saber, broadsword, Horse-Slaying Saber, halberd, greatsword, and claws... heavy weapons with grand, sweeping movements, suitable for charging headfirst into battle. When choosing your killing arts, you should also try to focus on ones that use these weapons. As for fist arts, try to choose styles that are ferocious and purely offensive, like the ’Fierce Bird Fist Art.’"

At this point, Yu Han paused, his gaze sharpening.

"However, defense does not suit you."

This sentence struck Qin Feng like a monastery’s evening drum and morning Bell, making his mind tremble violently.

He subconsciously thought of his Self-Created Killing Move—[Dragon’s Repose].

It was currently his strongest life-saving trump card and one of the Techniques he used most frequently in Battle.

It was powerful and practical, and had saved him from peril several times.

But...

Qin Feng asked himself honestly, and he knew he didn’t actually like using that move.

That feeling of passively waiting, luring the enemy to attack, then seizing an opening to counter—it always left him feeling a bit unsatisfied.

He truly preferred pure combat, the kind of exhilarating, ferocious onslaught that crushed all enemies in its path!

’So my soul had already made its choice long ago.’

Qin Feng nodded slightly, lost in thought.

Seeing the look of dawning comprehension in Qin Feng’s eyes, Yu Han nodded in satisfaction and continued, "Of course, everything I’ve said is relative. Specializing in one path will allow you to grow at the fastest possible rate in the early stages. But later, when you reach the ninth dan or higher in the Imperial Arena and want to break through even further, you will have to go back and comprehensively study a large number of killing arts from different styles. Only by taking the strengths of a hundred schools and forging them into one can you advance."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Han sent Qin Feng a private message over the Subspace Network.

It was a long list of Cultivation Techniques, complete with detailed explanations.