Chapter 63: Elementary Concealment Technique (Second Update)

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Chapter 63: Beginner Storage Art (Second Update)
The above was the official assessment.

As for Luo Feng’s own verdict on this battle, he had only two words: a failure!

He had expected the foreign warriors from the Eastern Isles to be formidable, possessing the power to summon the overpowered evil deity, Yamata no Orochi. Luo Feng had made all kinds of preparations for this. Yet, unexpectedly, this generation of invaders was so feeble—they fell the moment they appeared.

Had he known, there would have been no need for such a grand mobilization. He could have simply had his puppet assassins lie in wait and carry out a silent killing.

He touched his No. 1 Luo Feng puppet with regret. This was the only puppet he had crafted to reach fifty percent of its limit, and it had cost him a great deal of effort, taking an entire day to forge. In contrast, the recently used No. 2 Luo Feng puppet was only at ten percent of its limit, its capacity to endure stress was poor, and its strength was roughly equivalent to 2.8 Celestial Masters of Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Patting the handsome face of No. 1 Luo Feng, Luo Feng shook his head and sighed, “Still too poor!”

After destroying several great clans and seizing their treasures, sixty percent had gone to Li Yan for rebuilding the Heavenly Strategy, and another ten percent had been gifted to the venerable Daoist Jing Tian. With only thirty percent of the Four Great Houses’ wealth, he had managed to create just one puppet at fifty percent of its limit.

“I hope, within my lifetime, I can forge a puppet at one hundred percent of its limit,” Luo Feng mused with a sigh.

But he knew this was impossible. Even if his craftsmanship improved and he himself grew stronger, as his puppetry advanced, so did his personal power. The idea of a hundred-layer-limit puppet was nothing but a fantasy.

Still, everyone needs dreams. Without dreams, what makes us any different from salted fish?

With No. 2 Luo Feng entertaining the guests, Luo Feng could peacefully remain in the valley, repairing No. 1 Luo Feng.

As he lifted No. 1 Luo Feng, a bag suddenly fell from its body.

“A Hundred-Treasures Pouch?!”

Luo Feng examined the spatial artifact that contained the evil object. In his haste to rescue No. 1 Luo Feng earlier, he had nearly forgotten about this.

Opening the pouch, he found inside a statue brimming with sinister energy. It was saturated with the resentment of countless living beings—if one listened closely, one could even hear the wails and screams of the damned.

“Yamata no Orochi?”

Luo Feng frowned. The evil god of legend. According to myth, Yamata no Orochi had eight heads and eight tails, each head resembling a dragon, with eyes red as blood, its back covered with moss and trees, its belly rotting and oozing blood, dark clouds of eight colors constantly swirling above its heads, and a body as vast as eight mountains and eight valleys.

Sensing the aura within the statue and comparing it to his own strength, Luo Feng shook his head. Such an evil deity was nearly impossible to kill—best to let it be.

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After storing away the evil god statue, Luo Feng turned his attention to the Hundred-Treasures Pouch.

Long ago, he had conceived the idea of cultivating a spatial art, a way to store things. Unfortunately, time and space are the very foundation of heaven and earth—formless, soundless, impossible to emulate.

So Luo Feng settled for second best, focusing on spatial artifacts. Unfortunately, the spatial ring crafted by Yuan Huang of the Shangqing Sect was extremely limited in capacity. It broke after only a few uses.

Meichuan’s Hundred-Treasures Pouch, however, was of high quality, with a space spanning a hundred meters—enough for Luo Feng’s schemes.

He transferred his spiritual consciousness onto the pouch, carefully discerning the laws and traces of spatial fluctuation.

To create a space, one must understand what space is and where it originates from.

Luo Feng murmured, “A spatial artifact, by virtue of its material, attaches itself to the fabric of space. To call it an artifact is misleading—it’s merely a passage.”

“The Dao of space is unfathomably changeable. The only certainty is the idea of attachment.”

“In the scientific world, it’s long been established that space is a relative concept—an abstraction by which all things are referenced.”

“So, reference and attachment—that is the core!”

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Time slipped by. At the very instant the sun set, Luo Feng gazed at the thoroughly battered Hundred-Treasures Pouch in his hand and sighed.

Indeed, the Dao of space was exceedingly profound and hard to grasp. After sitting cross-legged all day, he had only managed to clarify a single thread of thought.

Yet he still lacked something vital to open up his own space.

Luo Feng sighed, feeling as though he had let down all transmigrators.

A whole day of insight, and still no progress in creating a small space.

“Master Uncle, your dinner is ready,” Ma Benlai called out as he jogged over.

Luo Feng nodded with a smile and strode forward—fine food must never go to waste.

As he walked down the mountain path, Luo Feng gazed at the faint stars emerging in the sky and asked with interest, “Benlai, what do you think the world is made of? How do Heaven and Earth, Yin and Yang, join together?”

Ma Benlai chuckled good-naturedly, “Master Uncle, how would I know that? I’m just a carpenter, barely an artificer at best.”

“As for Heaven and Earth, well, the elders say Heaven and Earth are the mortal realm, and the mortal realm is the rivers and mountains.”

“Master Uncle? Master Uncle?!”

Ma Benlai suddenly turned to see Luo Feng standing transfixed.

Waving his hand, Luo Feng signaled for Ma Benlai to go ahead.

He walked alone to the stream at the edge of the valley.

“Rivers and mountains, rivers and mountains—so that’s it,” Luo Feng whispered, closing his eyes.

With feet planted on the earth, all the water vapor in the area converged around him.

Heaven and earth, Yin and Yang, humanity and the nation—all contained within this.

Luo Feng had an epiphany!

The world is a great universe; the human body, a small universe.

Heaven and earth, Yin and Yang, are made of rivers and mountains—nothing more than earth and water.

Where is the earth of the body? Where is the water of the body?

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Flesh and blood!

Luo Feng let go of all restraint, guiding the vital energy in his palm according to the laws of space.

Thump, thump!

A single point condensed, then instantly burst forth!

Luo Feng smiled knowingly, tossing his robe with a flourish.

The stream before him dried up at once.

He stretched out his palm.

The water surged back, flowing endlessly.

All was as before.

“Hmm, not bad. At last, I have a place to store things.”

Having solved the problem, Luo Feng felt an immense wave of satisfaction.

But in the next moment, Luo Feng fell into thought. This move ought to have a name.

A technique, once created, deserves to be named.

After deliberation, since it was for storage, Luo Feng nodded solemnly. “Let’s call it ‘Beginner Storage Art.’”

He prepared to go enjoy his dinner.

He had barely taken a few steps when his expression froze.

You lot, you lot! You always manage to stir up something new for me!

In a grand estate in Ping’an County—

The heads of all sects and factions had gathered, celebrating their achievements.

At the banquet, Celestial Master Zhang of Dragon Tiger Mountain suddenly rose and bowed to Luo Feng, declaring, “We humbly invite the True One to serve as the inaugural Dean of Kunlun Immortal Academy!”

The No. 2 puppet Luo Feng hurriedly waved his hand. “Truly, I am not being modest—you would do better to seek someone more worthy.”

Celestial Master Zhang replied gravely, “Without the True One, none of the houses would be satisfied.”

“As they say, opportunity knocks but once.”

“Bear in mind, our land has already lagged behind the West for years.”

“To my knowledge, the Western alchemists have already reformed.”

“The thousand-year schools of the West—Hogwarts’ Four Great Houses—have been reorganized: Gryffindor Special Operations Academy, Hufflepuff Logistics and Support Academy, Ravenclaw Information Engineering Academy, Slytherin Infantry Command Academy.”

“It is time for us, too, the cultivators of Qi, to embrace change!”

Far away in Hidden Heaven Valley, Luo Feng’s mind grew hazy—what new twist was this?

[The protagonist is about to leave; the pond is too small, not a place to hide any longer.]

Title: The Villain Boss Redemption System Across All Worlds

Synopsis: Liu Yi becomes the boss in various worlds, embarking on a path of no return to redemption. In ‘Number One Under Heaven’ he is Cao Zhengchun; in ‘Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty’ he is Yang Guang; he is the Lord of the Moon Worship in ‘Chinese Paladin’, the Seven-Night Demon Lord in ‘Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio’, the Thanos of the Anti-Rich Alliance, the silly Azathoth…

No trades, pure friendship ≧w≦

(End of this chapter)