Chapter 138: Heaven-Swallowing Undying Art

“Your first choice is to kneel, kowtow, and apologize.”

“Impossible,” Ye Fan said through clenched teeth.

He was the dignified Saint Son of the Shaking Light Sacred Land. How could he kneel and apologize to anyone?

Chu Feng smiled. “So you’re choosing the second option. In that case, you can die.”

As he spoke, he prepared to strike Ye Fan down.

The butcher holds the knife, while the victim lies helpless beneath it.

The aura of death instantly enveloped Ye Fan. His expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly said, “Wait! I admit defeat.”

“Plop.”

With that, he dropped to his knees before Chu Feng.

“I was wrong.”

Chu Feng immediately smiled.

“What a fine apology. Those who understand the times are wise. Saint Son of Shaking Light, I’m suddenly becoming more and more optimistic about you.”

Chu Feng patted Ye Fan’s cheek and said softly, “Since you’re so sensible, I’ll spare your life. But I want the inheritance of the Wutian Demon Lord that you obtained. That shouldn’t be a problem, should it?”

Ye Fan’s expression instantly changed.

To bend when necessary and stretch when possible—that was the mark of a true man.

He knew that he was no match for Chu Feng. As long as the green hills remained, there would be no shortage of firewood. Only by staying alive would he have any hope of taking revenge. And his hope lay in the inheritance of the Wutian Demon Lord.

He was not merely harvesting Zhao Feiyang as a single crop.

He had a full nine crops waiting to be reaped.

Once the harvest began, that would be the moment he soared to greatness.

If he handed over the inheritance of the Wutian Demon Lord and Chu Feng obtained it, then Chu Feng would be able to harvest those crops as well. Moreover, anyone to whom Ye Fan had taught the Star-Absorbing Demonic Art could be sensed by him immediately.

The Wutian Demon Lord’s inheritance was the foundation of everything he possessed.

“What? You’re unwilling?” A terrifying killing intent once again erupted from Chu Feng.

His pair of double pupils gleamed with an eerie light, as though they could see straight through Ye Fan.

“In that case, you might as well die.”

“Wait!”

Seeing that Chu Feng was about to strike, Ye Fan panicked. A sheet of golden foil immediately flew out from within his body, shining with dazzling golden light as it floated before Chu Feng.

“This is the Wutian inheritance.”

Chu Feng put it away with satisfaction.

Three secret arts were recorded upon it:

The Undying Heavenly Art.

The Star-Absorbing Demonic Art.

And one unnamed secret art.

It contained only a little over three hundred words.

In truth, the Star-Absorbing Demonic Art and the Undying Heavenly Art existed independently of each other. The Star-Absorbing Demonic Art focused on absorbing origins, while the Undying Heavenly Art focused on cultivation. This unnamed secret art, however, served as the channel linking the two supreme techniques of the Immortal-Ascending Great Emperors. It was precisely because of this secret art that the Undying Heavenly Art could absorb the origins drawn in by the Star-Absorbing Demonic Art.

“Not bad. You can leave now,” Chu Feng said, waving his hand.

Ye Fan lowered his head without saying a word, turned around, and left.

Watching Ye Fan’s departing figure, Chu Feng fell into deep thought.

Ye Fan had handed over the Wutian inheritance far too readily.

Whenever something abnormal happened, there was always a hidden cause.

Could there be some secret within this that he did not know about?

“Whatever. I’ll deal with soldiers when they come and use the earth to block the floods.”

More importantly, he had once again suppressed Ye Fan and received a reward.

[Congratulations, Host. You have suppressed Ye Fan for the second time. You have been rewarded with twenty million Fortune Points and the immortal-grade secret art, the Heaven-Swallowing Undying Art.]

“What is this?”

After claiming the Heaven-Swallowing Undying Art, Chu Feng immediately burst into laughter.

Before the Heaven-Swallowing Undying Art, the Star-Absorbing Demonic Art, the Undying Heavenly Art, and the unnamed secret art were nothing but trash. This technique could devour origins, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, time and space, and the laws of the Heavenly Dao, using them all to strengthen itself.

There was nothing in existence that it could not devour.

It could even devour the myriad heavens and countless worlds to strengthen itself.

There were, however, a few things it could not consume—special forces such as merit and faith.

Likewise.

At that moment, Ye Fan had fled several million kilometers away before finally stopping.

Overwhelmed by fury, he punched the mountain range in the distance.

A tremendous boom rang out. The entire mountain range collapsed, and countless ferocious birds and savage beasts were buried beneath it. Fortunately, there were no towns near the mountain range. Otherwise, no one could say how many people would have died.

After venting the rage in his heart, Ye Fan suddenly began to laugh.

He took out a communication talisman and crushed it at once.

Muttering to himself, he said, “Chu Feng, do you truly think the Wutian inheritance is so easy to take? You probably don’t know that I’ve wanted to give away this sheet of golden foil for a long time. Since you wanted it, I was happy to fulfill your wish. Hahaha.”

“I wonder what the people from the Wutian Demon Palace will do when they learn that the golden foil is in your hands.”

“Not one of them is kindhearted. Just wait for death.”

“Perhaps I won’t even need to act. You’ll certainly die.”

……

The night passed quickly.

Chu Feng and his companions successfully boarded a merchant ship under the command of the Heavenly Demon Sacred Land.

The vessel was not very large, measuring roughly a hundred meters in length and fifty meters in width. Yet its interior space was equivalent to that of a medium-sized city and could accommodate tens of thousands of people at once.

There were also more than three thousand people in the merchant convoy.

The strongest among them was the captain of the ship’s guard unit, who had reached the Body-Integration realm.

Besides Chu Feng and the other four, more than a thousand cultivators aboard the merchant ship were also planning to travel to the Central Land.

No wonder the major powers established merchant associations. Trade between the two territories alone could bring enormous profits, to say nothing of the travelers moving between them. Their passage fees alone were enough to cover the cost of the voyage.

This journey would take a full six months.

Most importantly, traveling with a merchant ship was far safer than journeying between the territories alone.

Chen Wanwan was the Saintess of the Heavenly Demon Sacred Land.

Since this merchant ship belonged to the Heavenly Demon Sacred Land, the managers naturally did not dare to be negligent. The finest cabins had been prepared for them. Each was more than a hundred square meters, equipped with every convenience, and decorated in extravagant luxury, resplendent with gold and jade. The spiritual energy inside was abundant, making the cabins seem like blessed paradises.

The cultivators traveling aboard the ship were generally between the Nascent Soul and Body-Integration realms.

There were only three Body-Integration cultivators.

Most were at the Nascent Soul stage.

The merchant ship set sail, and in the blink of an eye, a month passed.

Throughout that month, Chu Feng and his companions remained almost entirely in their rooms, devoting themselves to cultivation.

More importantly, their relationships had progressed by leaps and bounds during this period.

Jiang Yan had reached seventy-five points in favorability, and An Miaoyi had likewise reached seventy-five.

Taking advantage of these days, Chu Feng naturally did not mistreat the women. He passed on the Great-Grade Heavenly Immortal Formula, the Dragon-Subduing Palm, and the Pure Yang Immortal Sword Formula to them.

As for himself, he used the Enlightenment Space to focus on cultivating the Heaven-Swallowing Undying Art. He successfully cultivated it to the stage of complete mastery.

Only after truly mastering the secret art did he understand how terrifying it was.

It could no longer be described simply as powerful.

It was utterly monstrous.

On this day, after a month of sailing, the merchant ship arrived at a cultivation island.

The island was occupied by a Body-Integration Ancestor known as the Supreme Yin Ancestor, who had established a sect called the Supreme Yin Immortal Sect. The island covered more than thirty thousand kilometers and was home to two million people.

It also produced a rare treasure known as Blood Jade Coral, which could strengthen a cultivator’s vital energy and blood. Almost every merchant ship would stop at this island for five days.