World Wide Martial Art

"Haha, I just entered the fifteenth level. It will be a little different from before. Don't worry, it's just a slight side effect. After a few hours of adaptation, there will be no more problems. Situ"

Yuan Ling switched to sound transmission this time, which finally made Ye Feng sound better.

After the shock, Ye Feng's heart was full of joy, and his ears and eyes were sharp. The effect of the fifteenth level of mental intensity was too exaggerated, making him have access to the six senses and his perception became many times sharper.

This is by no means as simple as a 10% increase.

Suppressing the joy in his heart, Ye Feng, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, temporarily closed his six senses and began to slowly adapt to the changes brought about by the increase in mental power.

Just as Yuan Ling said, after a long day of soothing, Ye Feng finally adapted a lot, and the noisy sounds coming from the outside gradually returned to normal.

"The fifteenth level of mental power is as strong as Ruos!"

The next morning, when Ye Feng opened his eyes, the surging mental fluctuations swept through him and actually shattered the barrier seal he had set earlier.

There is no doubt that with his current mental strength, if he uses Soul-Capturing Needle and Shocking Wave, the power will be at least doubled.

"In this case, maybe... I am qualified to challenge the fourth-level inscription..."

Ye Feng's heart suddenly moved.

His success rate in inscribing third-level inscriptions has reached 30% to 40%, but he has not tried to inscribe fourth-level inscriptions. If he can succeed, it means that he can officially enter the ranks of fifth-level inscription masters.

Master of inscriptions.

The entire Diyuan Sect will never be more than one slap in the face.

Even with Ye Feng's calm nature, he couldn't help but feel hot in his heart at this moment.

Jinhua Shangcheng is the second largest inscription city among the thirteen counties of the human race, with a flourishing inscription industry. Naturally, there is no shortage of third- and fourth-grade inscription masters. Grandmasters who can reach the fifth-grade level are also quite rare.

Anyone who can become an inscription master must have a great reputation and belong to a high-ranking existence within the fifth-grade sect.

As for the success rate, the higher the level of the inscription, the lower the success rate. This is inevitable. If he wants to inscribe a level 4 inscription, he only needs to succeed once out of three times.

"Old guy, why are you staring at me like that?"

Just when Ye Feng was thinking about when to go to the Inscription Masters Guild to take the fifth-grade inscription master examination, he looked up and saw Yuan Ling, an old guy, staring at him with a strange look on his face.

"Boy, tell me, can't you hold it any longer? Do you want to try to carve a fourth-level inscription?" Yuan Ling was like a roundworm in Ye Feng's belly, and he guessed his plan at once.

"What? No?"

Ye Feng was shocked by his gaze and asked in reply.

"I won't tell you if it's okay or not. You can give it a try and carve a second-level inscription first."

Stretching lazily, Yuan Ling said casually.

Although he didn't know what was going on, Ye Feng only wanted Yuan Ling to not make mistakes. After a moment of reflection, he took out several inscription materials from the storage ring, selected the "soul-accumulating" materials he was most proficient in, and eliminated them like a flowing stream. After impurities were removed, lines began to be carved.

Bang!

However, as soon as his mind moved, Peimo's majestic spiritual power rushed out of the divine sea, causing the animal skin to explode in an instant, and the Yuanli energy suspended in the air suffered a disaster.

Ye Feng's face was instantly shocked.

My current mental power is completely out of control. I am no longer able to use my arms and fingers as before. Once activated, it is like a river bursting its banks and rushing wildly.

"Damn it! How could this happen..."

Ye Feng, who did not believe in evil, swept the residue in front of him to the ground and took out another pair of soul-containing materials.

But... the result was still the same as before, the material was quickly scrapped.

After many consecutive failures, Ye Feng just sat down on the ground in frustration, his eyes straightened, and he was a little confused.

In front of him, more than ten pieces of materials were all turned into ashes. No matter how careful and meticulous he was, it was of no avail. He could not control the spiritual energy in a precise way.

In the current situation, let alone engraving the fourth-level inscription, even the second-level inscription cannot be successful.

"Yuan Ling...how could this happen? What's going on?"

In the end, he had no choice but to compromise and choose to ask Yuan Ling for help.

"The fifteenth level of spiritual strength is a watershed. Even if you have a strong talent, you may have to reach the second or third level of the King Realm to be able to access it. However... you have obtained the Purple Evil Mysterious Fire. Although your mental power has broken through to the fifteenth level, you have not yet reached the fifteenth level. It is caused by external forces, so it is naturally difficult to control it.”

Yuan Ling said with a serious tone, "Only the power that you can fully control is your own power. You can't do that right now."

"How long will it take... to return to normal?"

Ye Feng's heart was raised and he said nervously.

"Either, upgrade your cultivation to the King Realm. Well, you don't need to be at the second or third level. I'm afraid it will be enough after you enter the King Realm. Or... just slowly try to practice and control it. In about half a year, you should be able to start again. Inscribed."

Half... half a year...

Hearing this, Ye Feng's face instantly turned green.

The Inscription Masters Conference is held in less than a month. If I wait half a year before I can inscribe, then... wouldn't it be that even the day lilies are cold, so I have nothing to do.

"Is there no other way? You must have something, right?" Helplessly spreading his hands, Ye Feng looked at Yuan Ling again and asked with a sad face.

The old guy has always taken pleasure in treating himself. Since he had allowed himself to take the initiative to refine and increase his mental strength, he should obviously have taken this situation into consideration.

Sure enough, seeing Ye Feng's expression, Yuan Ling looked satisfied. After a while, he smiled and said: "Is there a way... of course there is."

"Good Yuanling... Just tell me what you can do." Ye Fengtian acted coquettishly.

"You brat, I can't stand you. This Yuan Ling is a straight man of steel..." Yuan Ling quickly flew to the rafters, looking like he was shaking with goosebumps.

"Okay, okay, this Yuanling will tell you."

"As far as I know, some inscription sects often have something specially used to hone their mental control, called the Phantom Stone. This object must also exist in the Diyuan Sect. You might as well try your luck at the Inscription Hall... …But one thing, Ben Yuanling would like to remind you that the process of honing your mental control is very difficult, so you must be mentally prepared.”

Ye Feng was startled when he heard this. He had never heard of the Phantom Stone before.

As for whether it is difficult or not, it is no longer a question in his mind now.

"If you use the Phantom Stone and spend a month on control and training, before the Inscription Master Conference is held, you will not only be able to return to your original state, but... you may even be able to increase your mental control ability by a few points."

"By then, it will no longer be impossible for you to engrave a fourth-level inscription..."