Martial Fist: Adding Points in Dreamland

Translator: CinderTL

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[You have completed a battle to defend your honor.]

[Victory!]

[Honor Points +20!]

The long-awaited acquisition of honor points did not bring much joy to Chen Feng. Instead, he narrowed his eyes as he looked at the corpse of Rong Ren, the city lord, which was still bleeding profusely.

Just like when he had killed the Black Shadow envoy earlier, the same thing was happening now.

Though invisible to the naked eye, through his perception, he could clearly sense two strands of black energy, resembling Serpent Spirit Power, dissipating and rising into the sky from the bodies of these two individuals.

It was as if they were returning to this world.

"So, this is why I can't obtain Serpent Spirit Power from the natives of this world?"

He looked up at the sky, recalling the keywords these two had mentioned earlier—Serpent God and outsiders.

Chen Feng pondered thoughtfully.

Then, he withdrew his gaze and scanned his surroundings.

The half-serpent people, dressed in various attire, were all terrified, retreating far away.

Some hid behind stone pillars, while others closed their doors and took refuge inside their homes.

Under the gaze of numerous eyes, he looked toward the area where the previous duel had taken place.

A young human had died there, merely for the amusement of these half-serpent people.

No one cared about the corpse, which was now being soiled by the yellow sand blown by the hot wind.

This world exuded an inexplicable chill, as if it had seeped into one's bones.

Whoosh!!!

Suddenly, a rapid whistling sound broke the silence.

Looking up into the sky, he saw a massive winged serpent flying toward him.

On its back stood several red-scaled, robed serpent people, their auras varying, with two of them being at the fourth tier.

"How dare you kill someone from our Huorong Tribe!!"

"Prepare to die!!"

The furious roar echoed, and at the same time, movement could be detected in a certain area of Yellow Sand City.

It seemed other serpent people had noticed the commotion and were rushing over to provide support.

The heat within his body intensified, and his blood grew increasingly scalding.

Chen Feng wasted no more time. With a flap of his blood wings, he leaped onto the shoulder of the Holy Shield Colossus.

Whoosh!

A fierce wind swept up as the Holy Shield Colossus spread its wings and ascended into the sky.

Stone houses, black-tiled red buildings, sturdy city walls—the brown, desolate city below gradually shrank in his vision.

The massive, square outline of the city came into view, and Chen Feng's gaze shifted as he noticed a place he had missed within the city lord's estate.

It was a secluded, isolated courtyard.

Inside, there were no stones, only flat, brown soil.

A massive, transparent dome, composed of some mysterious force, covered the area. Within it grew a thick tree that would take five or six people to encircle, its branches lush and roots gnarled.

The entire tree was a reddish-brown color, and its leaves, shaped like serpents, matched its hue.

Among the leaves, several bright red fruits remained unpicked, resembling coiled and entwined small serpents—clearly, they were Serpent Spirit Fruits.

Chen Feng's eyes flickered with thought.

But soon, the black-winged serpent behind him caught up.

Whoosh!!!

It spat out a breath attack, over a meter in size, exuding a strong, corrosive acidic smell.

Whoosh!

The stone wings of the Holy Shield Colossus flapped, allowing it to dodge the attack.

But the next second.

Boom!!

A flaming arrow shot straight toward him, launched by one of the red-robed serpent people on the serpent's back, who had drawn his bow and fired a powerful shot.

Like a pillar of fire shooting into the sky, it struck fear into the hearts of those who saw it.

Its power surpassed that of the previous city lord, Rong Ren, and the temperature in the air grew scorching.

At the same time, the heat within his body intensified, making him increasingly uncomfortable and restless.

His gaze turned calm. Originally planning to return to the ground to try again and seize more Serpent Spirit Fruits, Chen Feng decisively abandoned the idea and commanded the Holy Shield Colossus to leave at full speed.

Whoosh!

The stone wings flapped, and a fierce wind blew.

For a moment, the entire Yellow Sand City fell silent.

Everyone looked up at the sky, watching the pursuit fade into the distance.

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Night.

Shrubbery and forest.

Insects the size of palms clung to the leaves as a figure wrapped in a brown robe slowly approached.

Thud!

Stepping on dry leaves and soil, Chen Feng pushed aside the branches and leaves of the shrubs, illuminated by the moonlight, and continued walking.

It had taken him half a day to shake off his pursuers, and the continuous use of Azure Armor and Steel Bones had drained him greatly.

Yet, the gleam in his eyes not only showed no signs of dimming but instead grew even brighter.

His body was scorching hot, his blood flowing with a gurgling sound, and even the beating of his heart was clearly audible in his ears.

[Strength: 32.8→33.01→33.02→...]

[Agility: 29.7→29.91→29.92→...]

[Constitution: 38.5→40.01→40.02→...]

[Willpower: 35.9→36.11→36.12→...]

This was the result of absorbing the five Serpent Spirit Fruits—his four attributes were steadily and slowly increasing.

Especially his constitution, which had directly broken through the 40-point threshold, making his physical strength comparable to Titanium-grade metal.

It was from that moment that Chen Feng felt his blood boiling, his skin, flesh, bones, and tendons emitting subtle sounds.

He wasn't worried, as he had a strong intuition.

His body seemed to be undergoing some kind of transformation.

It was a powerful vitality, a step closer to the threshold of becoming a Grandmaster.

Every minute, every second, he was stronger than the moment before.

A vague guess formed in his mind, but due to his lack of experience, Chen Feng could only set it aside for now.

Crack.

A branch snapped underfoot. This shrubbery and forest were located in another area south of Yellow Sand City.

Glancing around, he saw dense trees growing closely together.

Perhaps due to his current unstable state, Chen Feng had a strong feeling that his return was imminent.

But he didn't mind. He intended to use the last moments before his return to learn more about this world.

The Serpent Spirit Fruits here were a valuable resource, and the power of this place also intrigued him.

Moreover, killing or defeating these serpent people could enhance his Heart of Glory and Azure Armor abilities.

This was a perfect environment, different from Earth.

In the Red Nation, he had his principles and was unwilling to act recklessly, harming the innocent, nor did he want to cause too much trouble and be hunted by the authorities.

But here, facing a group of inhuman, serpent-like creatures who slaughtered ordinary people without hesitation, he felt no guilt whatsoever.

In fact, glancing at the Steel Bones section on his panel, Chen Feng wondered if this secret realm world had any high-strength metal materials that could nourish the growth of his Steel Bones.

The sound of his linen robe brushing against the shrubbery leaves filled the air as Chen Feng summoned the Holy Shield Colossus once more.

Just as he was about to take off, he sensed something unusual.

"Hmm?"

His gaze shifted, and he walked forward.

Pushing aside the shrubs in front of him, he saw a large lake in the distance.

The moon's reflection shimmered on the water's surface, rippling gently.

But that wasn't what caught Chen Feng's attention. On the other side of the lake, a group of people had gathered around a fire.

"Don't worry, everyone. Just two hundred kilometers south, and we'll reach the Holy City."

"There, under the protection of the Mighty King, even the Serpent God Temple will think twice before acting... As long as we can enter the Holy City, we'll be able to escape the enslavement of the serpent people."

Among the group of over a dozen people, a woman with tanned skin and shoulder-length curly hair was comforting the others.

They were all dressed in linen robes, some with tattoos on their foreheads, others with scars on their wrists and ankles from long-term enslavement.

Chen Feng listened thoughtfully, then, after a moment of consideration, pushed aside the shrubbery leaves and walked toward the group.

"Who are you!"

The sound of footsteps alerted the lookout, who gripped his spear tightly, his face full of vigilance.

The people by the fire turned in surprise, some drawing wooden bows, others holding torches as they quickly approached.

But soon, when they saw Chen Feng's normal human face, their wariness lessened slightly.

"Who are you?"

The curly-haired woman who had spoken earlier remained cautious, holding a torch in her left hand and gripping the hilt of a curved sword at her waist with her right, stopping a few meters away.

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, scanning her.

Her aura wasn't weak—she was at the level of having mastered Force.

Moreover, he could vaguely sense that it was a power different from Force.

"Who are you!"

Seeing that he didn't respond, the curly-haired woman grew even more wary, and the people behind her gradually began to arm themselves.

Realizing they couldn't understand him, Chen Feng pointed to his mouth and shook his head gently.

"Mute?"

The curly-haired woman frowned, and someone behind her whispered a reminder.

"Could he be a serpent person sent by the Black Blade Tribe to track us?"

"He doesn't look like one—he doesn't have the serpent tattoos on his face."

"What if he's one of our kind, enslaved by the serpent people and implanted with a tracking spell?"

Amid the speculation, the curly-haired woman hesitated for a moment.

"Are you also fleeing?"

Chen Feng nodded, feeling that this wasn't exactly a lie.

He had indeed just escaped the pursuit of the Huorong Tribe.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

Then, the woman nodded slightly, as if believing his words.

"Do you plan to stay here, or will you come with us to the Holy City?"

Chen Feng pointed south.

"Alright."

The curly-haired woman, though plain in appearance, had bright eyes.

A black cloth was tied around her forehead, and she quickly turned to discuss with the others.

"Master Molly, what if he's a spy?"

"I didn't sense any Serpent God-related power on him—none at all. He must be a fugitive."

"Then he's one of us?"

"Yes, one more person means more strength. Let him join us. Going to the Holy City together will provide mutual support."

Chen Feng listened in silence, sensing that this woman named Molly held a high position among the group.

After some persuasion, most of them accepted him, though they remained somewhat wary and distant, but without any significant malice.

Thus, Chen Feng joined the group around the fire.

He sat quietly on the edge, silently listening to their conversations, appearing introverted and somewhat aloof.

"Would you like some water?"

The curly-haired woman named Molly noticed this and carefully took a water pouch from her side, offering it to him.

Chen Feng, with his brown human eyes, nodded and accepted it.

"We're all like you, fleeing from other serpent tribes."

She glanced at Chen Feng, her eyes flickering, then looked at the others gathered around the fire and spoke earnestly:

"Everyone here is prepared to die, but surviving is naturally the best outcome."

"There may be many dangers on the way to the Holy City... We'll set off at dawn. Try to adapt."

She gave Chen Feng a deep look before returning to the group.

Chen Feng pondered thoughtfully, realizing that she hadn't completely trusted him and had deliberately hinted at something.

He didn't mind, as he sensed no malice from her.

The soft murmurs of conversation continued intermittently as the night grew darker.

The group gradually dispersed, many succumbing to sleepiness and finding corners to rest, while others left the lakeside to keep watch in case of danger.

"Black Blade Tribe... Holy City."

"A power different from martial Force, and also different from Serpent Spirit Power..."

Chen Feng's perception swept over Molly, who was sleeping in the distance, and he knew that this secret realm world must hold many secrets.

He shook his head, deciding not to delve deeper.

Because he had already begun to see faint black mist appearing out of thin air.

In an instant, his consciousness drifted.

The world seemed to turn pitch black, and an invisible force lifted him up, as if pulling him out of this world.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Opening his eyes, Chen Feng found himself back in his bedroom in Qinggang City.

The black backpack was still on his chest, and he was once again dressed in this world's black clothes and white sneakers.

He felt slightly dazed, as if everything in the Serpent Spirit Secret Realm had been a dream.

Rubbing his slightly swollen head, he got out of bed.

Thud!

As his center of gravity shifted, Chen Feng opened his eyes again.

He was greeted by the familiar wooden ceiling, with sunlight streaming through the cracks in the window.

The faint sound of shouts and exertion came from the courtyard nearby—it was Xu Tingxiao practicing martial arts early in the morning.

Lying in bed for a moment to adjust, Chen Feng knew that he had truly returned.

"7:05 AM..."

He pulled out his phone from under the pillow and checked the time and date. Chen Feng was both surprised and relieved.

Three full days had passed in the Serpent Spirit Secret Realm.

But in reality, only one night had gone by.

"Is the time flow different, or is it due to the intervention of dream power?"

His eyes flickered as he got out of bed, slipped on his black slippers, and walked to the window.

Xu Tingxiao was practicing the Flame Blast Style in the courtyard, his Force a deep red, having unknowingly reached the second tier of Force mastery.

The trip to Yun Port had hit him hard, and these days he had either been helping his master brew medicine or practicing martial arts.

Unable to figure it out, Chen Feng decided to set aside his distracting thoughts.

The connection between the Serpent Spirit Secret Realm and dreams could be explored later. Besides...

He looked down at the lines on his palm, noticing that the serpent-shaped one had significantly dimmed.

[Serpent Spirit Power: 40/100]

Exactly one hundred points had been depleted.

If he wanted to enter the Serpent Spirit Secret Realm again, he would need to gather sixty more points.

"Divine Martial Alliance... Evil God Cult..."

A glint flashed in Chen Feng's eyes as he clenched his fist, producing a cracking sound.

The four attributes on his panel were still slowly increasing.

Sensing his body carefully, he could tell that the energy from the Serpent Spirit Fruits he had absorbed and fused with in the secret realm had been completely digested.

But the transformation of his body was still ongoing, continuously pushing toward the threshold of becoming a Grandmaster.

His physical strength had genuinely crossed the Titanium-grade threshold, now on par with his Steel Bones.

Hum!

With a thought, the Crimson Tiger phantom appeared, lazily sprawled on the ground.

Apart from having grown to six meters in size, reaching the so-called peak of True Intent, there were no significant changes.

But Chen Feng was certain.

His transformation had already surpassed the level of True Intent.

"The Crimson Tiger Force hasn't yet broken through to the perfect Heavenly Flame level, so in theory, I shouldn't have reached the Grandmaster level either."

"But..."

After a moment of contemplation, Chen Feng immediately left his room and headed toward Third Martial Uncle’s courtyard.

TL/N: If you are getting confused why Third Elder is also Third Martial Uncle, that’s because MC is now the foremost authority in the sect after the sect leader. And being the sect leader’s personal disciple, his seniority has reached a high level.

He needed to ask about this matter.

Because he was absolutely certain.

He was undergoing a transformation, becoming a Grandmaster.

(End of the Chapter)
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