Chapter 100: Trash Deserves to Be Chopped Up and Fed to the Dogs

Only after he was carried into the sedan did Han Feng realize how terribly wrong he had been.

He had thought he was being whisked away by a breathtaking beauty. Instead, it turned out to be a woman weighing more than five hundred pounds.

By the time he understood, it was already too late to run. He could only resign himself to becoming the favored plaything of a voluptuous and indulgent mistress.

With that monstrous weight pressing down on him, she nearly broke his back. At first, Han Feng had tried to resist, but under her relentless, loving “instruction,” he finally yielded.

These past few days had been nothing short of torment.

Still, there was one consolation for Han Feng: though he had been put through misery, he had also received rewards from the system.

Reward one: five hundred years of mana.

Reward two: one Supreme Tribulation Marrow Cleansing Pill.

Reward three: one opportunity to reset his body.

Those five hundred years of mana had driven his cultivation all the way to the peak of the Golden Core realm.

The Marrow Cleansing Pill had further improved his innate talent.

And the chance to reset his body had brought his Phoenix Arm into perfect harmony with him. Although the Phoenix Arm he had obtained before had greatly increased his power and contained phoenix force within it, it had often ached faintly, leaving him in excruciating misery.

Now it was different.

His arm no longer hurt, and the might unleashed by the Phoenix Arm had become even greater.

What Han Feng did not know was this: after being ravaged by Chu Feng three times, he still remained a child of destiny, but his fate had been tainted. Behind every blessing there would always be a trace of bad luck.

Just like this time.

Inside the sedan, Han Feng put on a flattering smile. “Your Ladyship, this is Great Wilderness City.”

“You promised me that once we arrived here, you would help me take part in the Battle of the Prodigies.”

The Pleasure Empress held him in her arms, stroking his cheek. “Rest assured. I will naturally do as I promised you. But you must serve me well.”

The moment she mentioned serving her, Han Feng’s expression changed drastically.

It was obvious that the Pleasure Empress cultivated some sort of dual-cultivation technique.

With every bout, he felt as though his entire body had been drained dry.

Originally, thanks to the Marrow Cleansing Pill and five hundred years of mana, his aptitude had improved and his cultivation had risen. Yet after only a few short days, he had gone from being one step away from condensing an infant soul to showing signs of collapsing back into the late Golden Core stage. Even his talent had dropped sharply.

All day long he was dizzy and lightheaded, with a constant ringing in his ears.

Most of all, his waist felt as though it might snap at any moment.

How could he not realize by now that this was plainly the manifestation of kidney depletion?

When he served the Pleasure Empress now, he did his utmost with both hands and mouth, yet still could not satisfy her.

Seeing Han Feng hesitate, the Pleasure Empress’s face darkened at once. She said coldly, “What? You don’t want to?”

“Your Ladyship, let me explain—”

Smack.

The Pleasure Empress slapped Han Feng hard across the face and let out a frosty snort. “Useless thing. Do you know what I do to men who are of no use?”

“I turn what you have below into minced flesh and feed it to the dogs.”

A surge of murderous intent burst from her body in an instant.

Han Feng trembled all over in terror.

At this moment, he was close to tears. If only he had known, he would never have done what he had done.

System, you have ruined me.

If you had not hinted that there was an S-rank beauty, I would never have fallen into this woman’s hands.

I am the fish on the chopping block, and you are the butcher’s knife.

He would rather have forgo the rewards from the mate-chasing system than endure such humiliation at the hands of a woman weighing over five hundred pounds.

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The next day.

The Battle of the Prodigies commenced as scheduled.

Within Great Wilderness City stood a colossal structure resembling an ancient Roman coliseum.

As a judge, Chu Feng was naturally escorted to the judges’ seats.

At first, he had thought that since they were judges, they would at least have the chance to meet one another beforehand. Unexpectedly, the judges were not allowed to see each other at all.

That was rather interesting.

Fortunately, with the augmentation of his Supreme God Eyes and Heart’s Eye, he could still vaguely sense the aura of each judge even though each one sat in a private chamber with their presence sealed away.

One of those auras, however, immediately caught his attention.

A familiar aura.

It was also the residual aura left by the person who had taken Shen Qianxue away.

The Jiang Clan’s Jiang Yan.

That woman of great fortune.

Ever since Jiang Yan had been taken away, years had passed. Fortunately, the system showed that she was safe and sound, and her subjugation value had risen again to ninety-seven—the highest among all the women.

A Sacred Body of Beauty.

What he feared most was that the Jiang Clan might mean her harm.

If Chu Feng wanted to go to the Jiang Clan, he would naturally need someone to lead the way. That was also why he had come to the Battle of the Prodigies. He was certain that there would be no shortage of Jiang Clan disciples at this event.

He could seize a few to guide him, secretly find Shen Qianxue, and then demand justice from the entire Jiang Clan.

He would cut a bloody swath through them all.

In the cultivation world, the strong devour the weak. Before, I, Chu Feng, was weaker than you, so I could only endure. Now that I have the strength, it will be your Jiang Clan’s disaster.

He had originally been wondering whom to seek out.

Since I have met you, Jiang Yan, then I shall start with you.

Chu Feng’s gaze seemed to stir something in Jiang Yan, and she frowned.

This time she had taken the position of judge of her own accord. As a Tribulation Immortal Lord of the Jiang Clan, she believed the Purple Mansion Immortal Palace would surely grant her this small favor.

Two thousand years ago, she had been the peerless prodigy of that generation.

She had entered the Purple Mansion Immortal Palace and comprehended its inheritance.

Now her cultivation had reached a bottleneck, and seeking a breakthrough, she had decided to enter the Purple Mansion Immortal Palace once more.

As for Chu Feng’s scrutiny, she quickly dismissed it.

In her view, it was probably just some judge making his first appearance and not understanding the rules. Since that was the case, she would simply give him a lesson.

At once, a strange soul impact shot toward Chu Feng.

Chu Feng felt it immediately.

With a cold snort in his heart, he instantly activated the Infernal Underworld Contemplation Method.

That soul strike was dispersed into nothingness in an instant.

“Jiang Yan, you really are petty,” he murmured.

“But since your cultivation is that of a Tribulation Immortal Lord, a soul attack may not be enough to teach you a lesson. Then let’s try a mental attack instead.”

Chu Feng had always repaid kindness with kindness and hatred with vengeance.

Since you have launched an attack on me, I shall not be courteous.

A mental assault shot toward Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan gave a muffled groan at once. Her head swelled with pain, her chest suddenly tightened, and she felt as though she could not breathe. Her eyes rolled white, and the moment ago she had been sitting perfectly upright, she suddenly toppled face-first to the ground.

Fortunately, Chu Feng had only intended a simple counterattack.

Otherwise, Jiang Yan’s fate would not have ended with merely falling over.

When Jiang Yan got back up, her face was livid, fury burning through her entire body.

She rose to her feet at once and left the chamber.

She wanted to see exactly who had dared to ambush her.

Yes, ambush her.

Otherwise, how could she, Jiang Yan, have been struck?

After using a mental attack on Jiang Yan, Chu Feng paid her no further attention.

He sat back and waited for the Battle of the Prodigies to begin.

It would be a perfect chance to witness the geniuses of the Eastern Wasteland and, in passing, search for a few children of fortune and children of destiny.

But at that very moment, someone actually knocked on the door of his chamber.

His divine sense spread out, and there stood Jiang Yan at the entrance.