837: Chapter 826: Assault on the True Origin Realm 837: Chapter 826: Assault on the True Origin Realm The situation with Teng Yun Geshang is still stable, so Ning Fan naturally showed no reaction.
He is extremely patient, spending the past few days wholeheartedly on cultivation, diligently practicing the Eight Zen Mantra and perceiving his own sword intent.
In the woods of Zhonghai’s outskirts, near the Shadow Base, Ning Fan stood amidst the trees with his eyes closed.
The sound of rustling wind swept through as fallen leaves gracefully descended, like scattered flowers from a celestial maiden.
Fully focused, his mind was void of distractions, entering a deep state of meditation.
The strike from Yunteng Family’s Second Elder that day repeatedly replayed in his mind, every detail etched vividly without omission—a feat of memory that reached an uncanny level.
At the peak of the Object-Manipulating Realm, Ning Fan had already grasped the sensation—just a little more, just a tiny step was all he needed.
Even his own sword intent began to take shape during this time, growing rapidly as if a seedling breaking through the ground.
Suddenly, Ning Fan opened his eyes.
His soft sword emitted a gentle hum, drawing attention as it trembled and faintly glimmered.
The light was so subtle that it would be easy to miss if not carefully observed.
Ning Fan moved.
With a single sword strike, he unleashed a domineering force—like a dragon emerging from the abyss.
The fallen leaves surrounding him were torn to shreds, as countless streams of Qi Force erupted from within his body, scattering in all directions.
“The peak of the Object-Manipulating Realm—almost Half-Step True Origin!”
Ning Fan’s otherwise calm tone couldn’t hide his excitement.
No matter how composed he appeared, there was still some change in his voice.
Feeling the shifts in the True Qi within him, Ning Fan was overcome with joy.
After working tirelessly for so long, he had finally achieved results.
In a short time, he officially entered the ranks of the Object-Manipulating Realm’s peak, with his combat strength now reaching Half-Step True Origin.
If anyone were present, they would surely marvel at Ning Fan’s transformation.
It was as if he had shed all impurities—his aura undergoing a revolutionary change, commanding respect.
In his eyes, there was an imposing authority that struck deep into the soul, purging all evil.
“It’s unfortunate my sword intent hasn’t fully manifested yet…”
Ning Fan spoke with a hint of regret, letting go of the soft sword in his hand.
The next moment, the soft sword that hit the ground shattered into countless fragments.
The domineering True Qi within him was far beyond what the sword could handle.
Enduring until now, the sword had already reached its limit.
“I need to find a more fitting weapon!”
A gleam of determination flashed in Ning Fan’s eyes.
Ordinary weapons could no longer meet his needs—like today’s soft sword, utterly incapable of containing his True Qi.
Moreover, he had yet to achieve the mastery of wielding no sword in hand but holding one in his heart—where any plant or object could serve as a sword.
Thus, finding a superior weapon was of paramount importance to him.
As for what kind of weapon?
It would undoubtedly still be a sword.
After all, his sword intent already had the form of a budding seedling, and with time, it would fully mature.
The thought of the Second Elder’s final sword strike filled Ning Fan’s heart with excitement—a fusion of Half-Step True Origin and perfected sword intent delivering an indomitable slash was truly extraordinary to imagine.
Ning Fan now aspired to reach the Second Elder’s level from that day.
Attaining that would mark a significant milestone for him.
Upon breaking through to the peak of the Object-Manipulating Realm, Ning Fan’s True Qi underwent yet another qualitative transformation, leaving him feeling unprecedentedly powerful.
His vision seemed to shift profoundly as well.
Simultaneously, his apprehension towards Teng Yun Geshang grew deeper.
What level of power did that person truly possess?
That was a mystery Ning Fan most desired to unravel.
With these thoughts in mind, Ning Fan set off.
It didn’t take long before he returned to the Shadow Base, which was close to where he had been cultivating—a location chosen specifically to avoid disturbances.
Cultivating at home would have been far less convenient.
“Commander Asura, you’ve returned!”
Two unfamiliar recruits were on duty at the entrance of the Shadow Base.
Ning Fan didn’t recognize them, but they certainly knew him.
As the highest-ranking commander of the Shadow Team, Ning Fan was naturally someone everyone in the Shadow Base knew.
The two gazed at Ning Fan with admiration.
He nodded at them, offering a few words of encouragement before entering the Shadow Base.
“Asura, your Genetic Potion is incredible.
If possible, can it be mass-produced?”
As the first beneficiary of the refined Genetic Potion, Ouyang Feifei had immediately set her sights on this marvel.
The potion’s effectiveness was remarkable—her cultivation speed compared to before was like night and day, utterly incomparable.
And it wasn’t just her.
Figures like Di Baitian and the lone souls and wandering ghosts experienced rapid progress after injecting the Genetic Potion.
It wouldn’t be long before they entered the ranks of the Object-Manipulating Realm.
Because of this, Ouyang Feifei was considering whether the Genetic Potion could be mass-produced.
If implemented, wouldn’t every member of the Shadow Team become a Super Warrior?
How could Ning Fan not understand Ouyang Feifei’s thoughts?
He chuckled bitterly and said, “You think crafting the Genetic Potion is easy?
Even if mass production were possible, now is not the time!”
Producing it on a large scale wasn’t impossible for Ning Fan—it boiled down to one word: money.
With sufficient funds, the potion could indeed be mass-produced.
But for now, Ning Fan had poured all his private savings into developing the Shadow Base, leaving him with no extra capital.
It wasn’t just a matter of money—the scale of such an endeavor would stretch resources too thin, creating more pressure.
Things had to progress step by step.
The Shadow Team’s growth rate was already exceptional.
Ning Fan wasn’t someone driven by greed; he believed there should be limits to ambition.
Overreaching could lead to detrimental consequences—a principle he clearly understood.
Thus, when Ouyang Feifei suggested mass-producing the Genetic Potion, Ning Fan unequivocally rejected her.
This matter wasn’t urgent.
Bread would come, milk would come—but for now, they were past the point of needing bread and milk; the focus should be on consolidation.
Taking overly large strides would only invite issues and hidden dangers.
“Let’s talk about this later.
You didn’t give the last Genetic Potion to Tulip, did you?”
Ning Fan still remembered there was one final dose of the Genetic Potion left, which hadn’t yet found a suitable recipient.
He worried that the overly impulsive Ouyang Feifei might have given it to Tulip.
Though Tulip was being cooperative for now, Ning Fan still couldn’t fully trust her.
Such a valuable resource should naturally be reserved for true allies.
“I didn’t.
Besides, isn’t that attitude a bit unfair?
Tulip is one of us now!”
Ouyang Feifei shot Ning Fan a glare, seemingly in protest.