At the moment Zhu Bufan left Zichu, Zhu Bufan, who had been unconscious for three days, suddenly opened his eyes. Like a lightning bolt piercing through the midnight sky, they were dazzlingly bright, though it was only for a moment before fading back to normal. Staring at the open door, Zhu Bufan seemed thoughtful.

"Since you no longer harbor a killing intent, then the previous matters can be put to rest!" Zhu Bufan murmured to himself.

"Master Feng, you're awake!" Aunt Rong, who had been keeping vigil beside him, was startled when she saw Zhu Bufan suddenly open his eyes. It was as if she leaped up from a spring, and her weary face instantly radiated a peculiar glow.

"Aunt Rong!" Zhu Bufan cheerfully scanned Aunt Rong and noticed that although her face was tired, her attire was no longer the coarse cloth she had worn before but rather luxurious silk garments. Obviously, due to Zhu Bufan's status, Aunt Rong's position had risen significantly.

"Master Feng, how do you feel? Is there any pain anywhere? Are you hungry? Do you want something to drink?" Aunt Rong rattled off all her concerns in a flurry of nervousness.

Zhu Bufan shook his head, solemnly saying, "Aunt Rong, I need to cultivate now. Please block outsiders and don't let anyone come in!"

Feeling the Inner Qi within threaten to explode, Zhu Bufan's expression changed, and he immediately bounced up from the bed before sitting cross-legged.

Seeing Zhu Bufan seated like a meditating buddha with cold air emanating from his body, Aunt Rong knew he was in a critical stage of cultivation and dared not be careless, thus closing the door and sitting by it.

Then, Zhu Bufan closed his eyes again; this time, he was determined to break through to the Postnatal Ninth Rank!

"Reach Bai Hui, descend to Yongquan, circulate through a hundred acupoints, embrace to form a circle!" These four short sentences were the cultivation route for the Ninth Layer of the Cold Ice Technique, succinctly describing the breakthrough method.

"Reach Bai Hui!" Bai Hui naturally refers to the Bai Hui Acupoint atop the head.

"Descend to Yongquan!" Yongquan refers to the Yongquan Acupoint beneath the feet.

"Circulate through a hundred acupoints!" It means clearing all major acupuncture points, allowing Inner Qi to circulate unimpeded.

"Embrace to form a circle!" It signifies gathering essence, spirit, heart, mind, and form into a whole, making it impenetrable and intangible.

The sensitivity of masters is akin to the most alert creatures in nature; at the slightest movement, their bodies shudder, especially once Martial Arts have reached the pinnacle of the Postnatal stage, where strange feelings may arise from the void. Even a glance can stir a reaction.

Particularly, masters like Elder Zheng Da can awaken at any moment, leaping up if someone gazes at them with hostility, even in slumber.

Let alone facing off directly with an opponent. As soon as the enemy's killing intent or anger arises, a master can immediately discern it.

During a true confrontation, the only way to prevent other masters from sensing hostility or killing intent is: another master must gather their heart, mind, form, essence, Qi, and spirit entirely into one point, like a sphere, imperceptible.

Of course, this also depends on the opponent; if they are much stronger than you, every move can still be detected.

What Zhu Bufan needs to do now is to cultivate this 'sphere' within himself.

In his mind, Zhu Bufan carefully recalled the techniques for the Ninth Layer of the Cold Ice Technique, ensuring no errors before firmly closing his eyes, meticulously guiding his Inner Qi.

Soon, the Inner Qi began circulating according to the cultivation route of the eighth layer of the Cold Ice Technique. When the Inner Qi reached its peak at the entrance of a pathway, it halted. Normally, this Ninth Layer barrier felt like an indestructible wall. But today, Zhu Bufan felt no discouragement, for he realized that, unlike before when he felt exhausted upon reaching this point, he now had a sense of endless vigor.

Instantly, all Inner Qi surged madly toward it, accumulating relentlessly at this spot.

When all the body's Inner Qi condensed into a single point, the formidable Ninth Layer barrier finally began to yield. Particularly when the final bit of Inner Qi joined in, like a straw breaking the camel's back, the barrier that had troubled him so completely fell.

In his ear, he seemed to hear a crisp sound, followed by powerful Inner Qi bursting through like a floodbreaking a dam, flowing along the Ninth Layer route of the Cold Ice Technique.

Gradually, as the Cold Ice Technique's Ninth Layer route circulated within him, Zhu Bufan constrained his Inner Qi before slowly retracting it to his Dantian.

Rivers of extremely refined Cold Ice Technique's Inner Qi flowed around Zhu Bufan, blending into his body. The aura within his Dantian grew increasingly pure and thick over time!

This sensation was like digging a well. At first, there was no water, and then you dug desperately.

Finally, suddenly, you see water, and then more and more water flows out.

Thus, Zhu Bufan was naturally brimming with enthusiasm.

Moreover, at this moment Zhu Bufan seemed like a human-shaped magnet, drawing the moisture from heaven and earth, adhering to him, and forming a thick layer of ice crystals on his body's surface.

After an unknown time, Zhu Bufan's figure trembled suddenly, and a burst of icy air rushed wildly out from his body. In the surrounding air, specks of white ice crystals grew rapidly, and crackling sounds rang out as the ice crystals fell!

Immediately, Zhu Bufan's eyes snapped open!

A thread of pure crystal blue flashed through the depths of Zhu Bufan's eyes, emitting a chilling brilliance, mixed with unspeakable joy.

Following this, a hint of joy filled Zhu Bufan's eyes!

"Cold Ice Technique, Ninth Layer! Achieved!"

Upon this breakthrough, Zhu Bufan swiftly felt a sense of accomplishment, as though the process was seamless, taking only half an incense stick of time.

Crunch...

The door opened, and a draft of cold air hit.

"Master Feng!" In Aunt Rong's view was a young face with a calm smile, composed and confident.

"Aunt Rong, I'm really hungry!"

Indeed, although Zhu Bufan felt as if only a few hours had passed, in reality, it had been three full days since he fell unconscious.

"Gurgle..."

A series of sounds emerged from Zhu Bufan's stomach.

Three days without food or drink, and even with Zhu Bufan's robust physique, he now felt ravenous, as if he could devour a whole cow.

"Alright, alright, Aunt Rong will get you something right away!"

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