Chapter 132: Your Goddess Is My Woman

Chu Feng said, “Does it matter who I am? What matters is that you can die now.”

With that, Chu Feng made a move, ready to give Ye Fan a harsh lesson.

Kill.

Of course, he wouldn’t kill him—after all, this was just another crop of chives to harvest.

Though he wouldn’t kill him, the crime of death could not be forgiven, and a lesser punishment was unavoidable.

He had to teach him a lesson.

Just as Chu Feng was about to strike, An Miaoyi hurriedly stepped forward and said, “Husband, wait.”

Chu Feng looked at An Miaoyi and said, “You want to plead for him?”

An Miaoyi nodded silently. “After all, he is the Sacred Son of Yao Guang. I beg you to spare him this once for my sake.”

Chu Feng had no intention of killing Ye Fan anyway. Now that An Miaoyi was pleading, it was the perfect opportunity to back down gracefully.

Yet letting him off so easily—how could he be satisfied with that?

He said meaningfully, “I can spare him, but I wonder how you plan to compensate me. This is a life we’re talking about, and he is no less than the mighty Sacred Son of Yao Guang.”

Ye Fan also noticed An Miaoyi at this moment, his face full of excitement.

“Miaoyi, it’s you! How are you here? Do you know how long I’ve been looking for you?”

“And who is this man? Why did you just call him ‘husband’? Is he threatening you? Don’t be afraid—I’ve come to save you.”

Chu Feng delivered a brutal kick, sending Ye Fan flying. He sneered, “If it weren’t for her begging, I would have killed you already.”

“How dare you!” Ye Fan shouted angrily. “I am the Sacred Son of Yao Guang. How dare you kill me?”

Chu Feng scoffed, “Sacred Son? I’ve killed before. The Primordial Sacred Son? I killed him.”

Suddenly, Ye Fan realized who Chu Feng was.

“You are Chu Feng,” he muttered—the devil who had slain the Primordial Sacred Son, the Heavenly Lord crossing tribulations. Rumor had it that just days ago, even the ancient ancestor sealed within the Divine Source for tens of thousands of years was killed by him.

Ye Fan’s faint hope vanished, replaced by utter despair.

Chu Feng taunted, “Scared now?”

“Now you have no idea how I’m going to save Miaoyi. Let me tell you, you should know the connection between Miaoyi and me—she is my wife.”

“Miaoyi truly lives up to being the Saintess of Yao Guang, quite the spoiled one.”

“Chu Feng, shut your mouth! I’ll kill you,” Ye Fan snarled, struggling to rise, hatred blazing in his eyes as he flailed wildly, desperate to slay Chu Feng.

Yet his body felt as if weighed down by a mountain, utterly immobile.

Chu Feng exerted force again, and Ye Fan coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.

Chu Feng then took An Miaoyi into his arms, kissing her fiercely before lowering his head and saying, “Do you know why I didn’t kill you? It was because Miaoyi said so. After all, you’re the Sacred Son of Yao Guang, but she is the Saintess of the Jade Pool. She couldn’t bear to see you here, so she made me a promise to spare your life.”

“What promise?”

“I can tell you—because she agreed that tonight…”

“No, don’t say anymore. Kill me, Chu Feng. Just kill me.”

Ye Fan’s heart was broken.

As a Sacred Son, he had long loved An Miaoyi, even considering her his woman.

Now, he was forced to watch his beloved woman humiliated by another, powerless to intervene. Even his own life depended on her pleas. How could he endure such a fate?

Chu Feng sneered, “My greatest virtue is that I never go back on what I promise my woman. If you want to die, go kill yourself. Stop yelling here—it's annoying.”

“Now, shut up immediately.”

With that, Chu Feng delivered a savage kick that knocked Ye Fan unconscious on the spot.

[Notification: Congratulations, host, for successfully suppressing the destined child Ye Fan for the first time. You have gained 30 million fortune points and received a Supreme Bone as a reward.]

What a fine reward indeed.

Chu Feng already possessed the Infinite Thunder Saint Body, later acquired the Double-Pupil, and now the Supreme Bone—three major treasures assembled.

He could finally marry the woman he loved.

The Supreme Bone was no less impressive than the Saint Body or the Double-Pupil.

There were still four more rewards to come.

Especially the final one—the reward from killing Han Feng—promised a great harvest.

Chu Feng was filled with anticipation for the rewards from collecting Ye Fan.

This trip to the Eastern Sea had truly been worthwhile.

There was still one more person to kill.

The Su family had not been wiped out yet.

That too was a reward.

Chu Feng turned to Su Wanqiu and said, “Now, I suppose no one can interrupt your feast of death.”

“Su Ningxue, why haven’t you acted yet? What are you waiting for?”

Su Wanqiu watched Su Ningxue approach step by step, trembling with fear, and shouted, “Su Ningxue, don’t come any closer! I am your sister!”

Su Ningxue’s voice was cold. “You are nothing but a foster daughter. What right do you have to call yourself my sister?”

“Su Wanqiu, die.”

Su Ningxue plunged her sword through Su Wanqiu’s body.

[Notification: Congratulations, host, for helping the destined daughter Su Ningxue avenge her grievances and sever ties with her birth parents and elder brother, the vengeful schemer. You have gained 20 million fortune points and the following rewards.]

[Reward 1: Sword Technique to Pierce Ten Thousand Laws.]

[Reward 2: Mysterious Yellow Power.]

[Reward 3: The Power of Faith.]

The rewards were excellent.

As the rewards were absorbed, Chu Feng was very pleased.

Previously, he had obtained the Power of Faith, the Power of Merit, and the Mysterious Yellow Power—not many, but he had saved them.

Now with two more powers, of course he would store them away—they were too few to use all at once.

The Sword Technique to Pierce Ten Thousand Laws resembled the Sword Opening the Heavenly Gate, complementing and fusing with it.

Chu Feng immediately felt his supreme sword path soaring to a new height.

Although this reward was less than what he gained from conquering Jiang Yan and An Miaoyi, it was clearly richer than the rewards from helping Xue Ning’er complete her mission.

“The slaughter feast begins now.”

As he finished speaking, Chu Feng’s immense aura exploded outward.

The moon hung high, and countless stars dotted the night sky, but suddenly, black clouds gathered, shrouding the entire sky.

Endless thunder rumbled and converged, and a deathly aura enveloped the entire Su estate, pressing down like Mount Tai.

Everyone fell to their knees with a thud, coughing up blood, trembling in fear.

At this moment, Chu Feng was like a demon god.

His double pupils opened, and his cold voice rang out:

“The Su family deserves to be exterminated. Everyone present, listen to me: If you want to die, I will grant your wish now. If you want to live, then kill every member of the Su family within one night. If even one survives, I will destroy the entire Eastern Sea City.”

Boom.

The sky thundered as a massive golden dragon appeared in the void, soaring and diving.

Before this golden dragon, the entire Eastern Sea City was like an insignificant ant—utterly helpless.