Chapter 15: Sect Master, Your Vision Is Too Narrow

“Congratulations to the host for slaying the Child of Destiny, Zhao Yan. You have received the following rewards.”
“Reward 1: Awakening of the Primordial Saint Physique by 1%.”
“Reward 2: Restoration to the cultivation of a three-hundred-year-old.”
“Reward 3: Celestial-level Sword Dao—Heaven-Sundering Sword.”
“Gained 450,000 Fate Points.”

At three hundred years of cultivation, if Chu Feng remembered correctly, he had reached the Nascent Soul stage at around two hundred eighty years old. That meant, at this moment, he possessed the cultivation of an early Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

Combined with the Primordial Saint Physique, his strength far surpassed others of the same realm, rivaling even mid-Nascent Soul stage experts.

And let’s not forget, he had also gained Celestial Sword Dao.

This was entirely different from the Heaven-Earth Yin-Yang Great Compassion Sutra. That sutra was a dual cultivation technique, supporting cultivation and enhancing talent, soul, and bloodline strength.

But the Heaven-Sundering Sword was a Celestial-level offensive divine ability. With a single sword, he could pierce through heaven and earth.

It was the ultimate, supreme Sword Dao.

And those 450,000 Fate Points—no wonder Zhao Yan, the reincarnated ancient Heavenly Lord who once shouted, “Thirty years on the east bank, thirty years on the west, never look down on a youth in poverty,” was so extraordinary. Unfortunately for him, he met Chu Feng.

He was now dead beyond all possibility of return.

Watching his newly accepted disciple be slain right before his eyes, Zhou Buer’s eyes turned blood-red, his face contorted with murderous intent. He spat out each word: “Your Supreme Profound Dao Sect is truly something. I, Zhou Buer, will remember this humiliation today.”

But just as Zhou Buer finished his threat, Chu Feng made his move.

Having accepted all the rewards, Chu Feng awakened his Primordial Saint Physique; even if only by 1%, he was now a different man. With the cultivation of a three-hundred-year-old, he had abruptly reached the early Nascent Soul stage.

Adding the Heaven-Sundering Sword to his arsenal—it was time to use Zhou Buer as an example.

Others might not dare to kill Zhou Buer, but Chu Feng did.

Besides, he still held a ten-minute Full Power Battle Experience Card.

A terrifying sword intent ripped through the void in an instant, slashing down toward Zhou Buer.

The aura of death enveloped him at once.

The power of the sword intent made Zhou Buer realize immediately that the one attacking was a Nascent Soul ancestor.

The man behind the scenes had made his move.

This was to kill him.

If a Nascent Soul ancestor truly wished to kill him, and with such legitimate reasons, his death would be for nothing.

He hurriedly shouted, “I am a Gold Core Elder of the Profound Heart Dao Sect! My master is the sect lord—you cannot kill me!”

Chu Feng couldn’t be bothered with Zhou Buer’s words.

Not to mention Zhou Buer—even if it were his master, the sect lord himself, Chu Feng would kill all the same.

With the benefits gained from cultivating the Heaven-Earth Yin-Yang Great Compassion Sutra, the awakened 1% of the Primordial Saint Physique, and the Celestial divine ability Heaven-Sundering Sword, Chu Feng might not claim he could challenge late Nascent Soul stage experts, but dealing with a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would be child’s play.

In the very next moment, Zhou Buer was struck by the overwhelming sword intent.

His body exploded like a balloon with a thunderous bang—bones vaporized, flesh torn to shreds, dead beyond any hope of return.

“Congratulations, host. You have slain Zhou Buer, Gold Core Elder of the Profound Heart Dao Sect, and gained 10,000 Fate Points.”

At that moment, the system chimed.

Chu Feng was momentarily stunned.

Killing enemies could actually grant Fate Points?

“Wasn’t it only possible to earn Fate Points by slaying Children of Destiny?”

“Host, this is a benefit for unlocking the Fate Store. Everyone possesses Fate, though in varying amounts. Killing enemies earns you Fate Points. But when you suppress or conquer Children of Destiny, both male and female, you gain not only Fate Points but also Fate Rewards.”

“When a person’s Fate Points exceed one hundred thousand, they become a Child of Destiny. Surpassing one million, they may be called a Heaven’s Chosen.”

Zhou Buer, as a Gold Core Elder and disciple to the sect lord of the Profound Heart Dao Sect, only provided ten thousand Fate Points—not much, indeed.

All told, Chu Feng now possessed over half a million Fate Points.

“Exterminate the Zhao Clan.”

Chu Feng’s voice rang out.

A sword intent descended from the heavens, falling upon the entire Zhao Clan.

Under the force of that sword intent, not a single chicken or dog survived.

He gained just 186 Fate Points.

Pathetically few.

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Supreme Profound Dao Sect.

As soon as Chu Feng returned, he was blocked at the gate by Xiang Yutian.

“Senior Brother Chu, your recent trip to break off the engagement has landed our Supreme Profound Dao Sect in tremendous trouble. Shouldn’t you give the sect an explanation?”

Chu Feng replied coldly, “And what sort of explanation does the sect lord expect from me?”

Xiang Yutian said, “This time, Senior Brother Chu, you took away a full fifth of our sect’s strength, making our fellow Dao Sects—Azure Cloud and Profound Heart—suspect we were preparing for war. What’s more, you killed two disciples of the Profound Heart Dao Sect, one of whom was their next sect lord’s successor. The Profound Heart Dao Sect has come to demand justice. So, I think it best if you go to their sect in person and apologize.”

Chu Feng looked icily at Xiang Yutian.

How could he not see through his intentions?

The other disciples might not know his circumstances, but Xiang Yutian certainly did.

In his eyes, Chu Feng was already old and frail, his lifespan nearly exhausted.

An old man on the brink of death should have stayed quietly atop his lonely mountain. Instead, he stirred up this storm—divorces, marriages, now a broken engagement, and to top it off, he killed disciples of another sect.

If it had been ordinary disciples, perhaps it would have been overlooked.

But he killed the heir to their sect lord.

Of course, had Chu Feng still been in his prime—even at life’s end—Xiang Yutian would have said nothing. The key was that Chu Feng was already at death’s door.

Xiang Yutian had decided to teach this stubborn old man a lesson.

Let him know that at the end of life, he should await death quietly and not stir up trouble.

“Senior Brother Chu, what do you say?”

Chu Feng snorted coldly. “And if I refuse?”

“Is the sect lord prepared to drag me to the Profound Heart Dao Sect by force?”

Xiang Yutian shook his head. “Of course not. But it means that from now on, your resources from the sect may cease.”

Chu Feng shook his head. “Xiang Yutian, when your master named you the next sect lord of Supreme Profound Dao Sect, I already disagreed. In my eyes, your vision is too narrow, and now I see I was right.”

“If you want to withhold my resources, Xiang Yutian, go ahead and try.”

Boom.

In an instant, Chu Feng unleashed the Heaven-Sundering Sword.

Though he had just begun to grasp it, this was a supreme Celestial divine ability—even at the entry level, its unleashed power could destroy heaven and earth.

Xiang Yutian, the Nascent Soul stage sect lord of Supreme Profound Dao Sect, was like a lone boat in a vast sea, instantly submerged by endless waves.

In a flash, the boat was wrecked, the man drowned.

“How can this be?”

At that instant, Xiang Yutian felt the presence of death.

That sword intent was not something he could withstand.

He might even die.