Chapter 42: For Those Who Wish to Condemn, Charges Are Never in Short Supply

“Chu Feng, how dare you! To speak to the Supreme Elder like that—do you have a death wish? I advise you to kneel and apologize at once. Otherwise, if the Supreme Elder is angered, you won't even have a grave to be buried in!”

Fang Yun had long awaited a chance to take revenge on Chu Feng. Now that the opportunity was right in front of him, how could he possibly let it slip by? He immediately stepped forward and rebuked him.

To kneel and apologize—this was by no means a suggestion for Chu Feng’s sake, but a clear provocation. For a Nascent Soul Immortal Lord to kneel before so many people was not merely humiliating—it was a devastating blow to his dignity. Despite his words, Fang Yun’s face already betrayed a look of schadenfreude.

Chu Feng snorted coldly. “Kneel and apologize? I don’t think that’s necessary. I would just like to ask the Supreme Elder—what crime have I committed?”

Liu Rushe retorted angrily, “You dare ask what crime? Fine, I’ll tell you now. Chu Feng, you’ve abused your status as a Nascent Soul ancestor to bully disciples. Do you still deny your guilt?”

“I’m not aware of having bullied any disciple. Tell me who I’ve supposedly bullied,” Chu Feng interrupted Liu Rushe, his expression full of disdain.

“Of course it’s him—Fang Yun, a core disciple of our Taixuan Sect. You dare say you haven’t bullied him? I’ve investigated thoroughly. You’re utterly heartless—you destroyed his root of vexation. If not for a fortuitous encounter that allowed him to regrow it, he’d be a cripple by now!”

“Fang Yun, you are the victim here. Step forward and tell everyone if this is true. Don’t be afraid—today, I, Liu Rushe, will stand up for you.”

Fang Yun eagerly played his part, stepping forward and tearfully accusing Chu Feng, painting him as a villain guilty of every imaginable evil. Even the other onlookers couldn’t help but frown deeply.

Liu Rushe’s killing intent surged, locking onto Chu Feng as her words grew icy. “Chu Feng, what more do you have to say for yourself? As a Nascent Soul ancestor, you bully disciples—your crimes are heinous and deserve death. Still you won’t confess?”

Chu Feng snorted. “Are you done? If so, it’s my turn to speak.”

Liu Rushe shot back, “Very well, let’s hear what you have to say.”

Chu Feng pointed at Fang Yun. “Do you know why I cut off his root of vexation? First, he angered me. A mediocre outer disciple, barely half a year since entering, had the audacity to demand I take him as my disciple. When I refused, he knelt at the foot of the mountain and refused to rise, vowing to serve me in my old age and bury me when I die. Was that not a curse upon my life?”

“But you had no right to mutilate me!” Fang Yun shouted, his face twisted with rage.

Chu Feng sneered, “Then there’s the second point. Fang Yun, since joining, haven’t you been seducing women everywhere, coaxing them into dual cultivation with you?”

Fang Yun’s expression froze, a trace of panic flickering in his eyes. But he quickly regained his composure. Thinking it over, he realized that since joining the Taixuan Sect, he hadn’t fully unleashed the Evil Dragon Manual—even though he had practiced Yin-harvesting techniques, he had kept it moderate and caused no deaths.

He retorted, “Even if that were true, it was consensual pleasure—how could that be wrong? And you, Chu Feng, aren’t you old and decrepit, yet you married a woman who’d only been in the sect for a year?”

Chu Feng snorted coldly. “I have nothing to say about consensual love, but what about your practice of the Evil Dragon Manual?”

“The Evil Dragon Manual.”

At those words, everyone’s expression changed drastically. They all knew what this meant: the harvesting of Yin to supplement Yang—the most terrifying technique for any woman, a technique every man coveted yet wanted destroyed. Whoever practiced the Evil Dragon Manual would turn all women into playthings, tormenting them to death. Anyone discovered practicing it was to be executed without mercy.

Fang Yun knew this too, and quickly shook his head, turning to Liu Rushe. “Sister Liu, he’s slandering me. I’ve never practiced the Evil Dragon Manual—you must stand up for me!”

Liu Rushe gently patted Fang Yun’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, I will stand up for you. I won’t let anyone falsely accuse you.”

Fang Yun nodded firmly. “I knew you’d always look out for me.”

Watching the two, Chu Feng could barely contain his disgust. He shuddered and said, “The two of you should watch yourselves—this is hardly the time or place for such behavior. It’s nauseating.”

“Who dares?” Liu Rushe exploded with killing intent.

Chu Feng snorted coldly. “Dare or not, I only know that right now, we are accusing Fang Yun of practicing the Evil Dragon Manual.”

Liu Rushe replied, “So you say Fang Yun practiced the Evil Dragon Manual. Do you have proof? If not, you’re slandering him and that’s an even greater crime.”

Chu Feng laughed. “You want proof? I’ll give it to you now. All it takes is a single surge of magic power into his body and the Evil Dragon Manual will be exposed.”

As he spoke, Chu Feng reached out to grab Fang Yun.

Fang Yun was terrified. If his practice of the Evil Dragon Manual was exposed, he would be doomed.

He immediately retreated behind Liu Rushe and cried, “Sister Liu, his so-called evidence is a sham—he just wants to kill me! You can’t let him get near me!”

Liu Rushe glared coldly at Chu Feng and scolded, “Chu Feng, will you still resist? Not only have you bullied disciples and harmed your fellows, but as a Nascent Soul elder, you dare treat me with such disrespect. You deserve to be punished. I was willing to be lenient if you confessed, but since you persist in your ways, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

“I now announce that Chu Feng is to be cast into the Frozen Hell. He will not be released until he repents. Does anyone here object?”

“I object,” Chu Feng interrupted. “If you wish to condemn, you’ll never lack an excuse. Liu Rushe, you’re right about one thing: relying on your status as a Divine Transformation ancestor, you bully disciples and harm your fellows, listening to one side and acting unjustly. You should indeed be punished.”

“Does everyone remember, just recently, the destruction of the mining vein and the slaughter of hundreds of disciples? The true culprit was Fang Yun.”

“Hmph!”

“Chu Feng, still you slander Fang Yun!” Liu Rushe snorted. “Fang Yun is only at the Foundation Establishment level—how could he have killed hundreds of disciples? You could have confessed, but now, you leave me no choice.”

“Die!”

Liu Rushe struck at Chu Feng with overwhelming force, as if to crush him completely.

Chu Feng had long been ready for this moment. He had waited for it. If you want to fight, then so be it—I’ll grant you your wish.

Boom.

In an instant, Chu Feng erupted with immense power, counterattacking straight at Liu Rushe.