Chapter 55: Sight Restored-Dumped While Cultivating Immortality in Old Age—Now That I’m Dead, System, You Finally Show Up?(With a single stroke, the landscape is brought to life.)

"Father, I hope you're well. Changfeng has come to pay his respects." Just then, a man's voice sounded from outside the door.

Zhao Tian said, "Perfect timing, your father has arrived. Let him speak with you. Speaking of which, your father also has five companions."

Soon after, a man in his thirties entered. Clad in azure robes, his face wore a gentle smile and his entire bearing exuded an aura of dominance. Every gesture was that of one accustomed to command. This was none other than Zhao Dongdong's father, Zhao Changfeng.

Behind him followed a young man, someone familiar—Han Feng.

On that day, Han Feng was injured by Chu Feng, his eyes blinded. He was rescued by a woman, a beauty of S-rank. Han Feng lost control, forcibly took her, killed her husband in cold blood. Driven by hatred, she was imprisoned by him, tormented daily until she could bear it no longer and took her own life.

After her suicide, Han Feng unexpectedly found that he had fulfilled the system's requirements; his pursuit of the woman was deemed a success. The system rewarded him generously with three gifts.

The first reward: a pair of Plum Blossom Eyes, divine eyes. Though inferior to Chu Feng's Infinite Divine Eyes, they were still the eyes of a grand immortal emperor. They pierced illusions, revealed truth, and possessed miraculous powers to expose flaws in formations and restrictions; no array could hide its essence from him.

The second reward: a compendium of formation arts at the level of Celestial Tribulation Lord. Paired with the Plum Blossom Eyes, he was destined to become a master of formations.

The third reward: a vial of pills called Shepherd God Pills, of the Divine Transformation realm. They enhanced the power of the soul, greatly aiding cultivation below Divine Transformation, and could even help Nascent Soul practitioners reach the Divine Transformation realm.

This set his mind racing. He thought of Zhao Dongdong.

If an S-rank beauty could bring such rich rewards, what might he gain from conquering an SS-rank beauty? Chu Feng was domineering, a Nascent Soul Immortal Lord, but so what? Han Feng could seize the initiative, propose marriage, win over her parents and kin. He had heard that Zhao Dongdong's grandfather, the patriarch of the Breaking Sky Sword Sect, was at the peak of Nascent Soul. If Han Feng offered the Shepherd God Pill as a betrothal gift, perhaps his proposal would succeed.

With this in mind, he came.

He arrived at the Breaking Sky Sword Sect and first won over Zhao Changfeng, Zhao Dongdong's father, who then introduced him to Zhao Tian. Now, all that remained was Zhao Tian's consent. If Zhao Tian agreed, Zhao Dongdong would have no choice but to marry him. Then, the reward for winning an SS-rank beauty would be his. Most importantly, he would gain a powerful backing.

However, upon meeting Zhao Tian, he also encountered Chu Feng. There was no time even for greetings; his face turned pale and he involuntarily stepped back two paces.

Zhao Changfeng noticed nothing, but instead grasped Han Feng’s hand and said, "Dongdong is here as well. Perfect, let me introduce you to a future husband."

"His name is Han Feng, exceptionally talented, born with a divine body. I have already taken him as my disciple; you two should become acquainted."

"Moreover, Han Feng intends to propose to your grandfather."

"What? Propose?"

"I do not approve."

Zhao Dongdong exploded instantly. "I will never marry him!"

"Grandfather, look!"

Zhao Tian nodded and gazed at Han Feng.

Han Feng was already so frightened he could not speak, his heart filled with regret—why did he always run into Chu Feng wherever he went? But as Zhao Tian's gaze fell upon him, a sudden thought arose.

Yes, this was the Breaking Sky Sword Sect, with its patriarch present. If he could gain the patriarch's support, what was there to fear?

In an instant, Han Feng regained his composure. He took a deep breath, avoided Chu Feng's gaze, and addressed Zhao Tian, "Disciple Han Feng greets the patriarch. I have come to propose marriage. This is my betrothal gift, a Divine Transformation pill, the Shepherd God Pill, which can enhance soul power and increase your chances of breaking through to Divine Transformation."

Zhao Tian ignored Han Feng, instead turning to Chu Feng, "Old rascal, what do you think?"

"Give him a beating and throw him out of the Breaking Sky Sword Sect."

"Yes, let’s do that," Zhao Tian nodded.

He turned and shouted at Zhao Changfeng, "What are you standing there for? Didn’t you hear?"

Zhao Changfeng was stunned. "Father, you just said to throw Han Feng out. You must know he possesses the Shepherd God Pill, which is greatly beneficial for your cultivation. And who is this brother?"

"Insolence!"

Zhao Tian rebuked him, "This is Patriarch Chu Feng of the Supreme Profound Dao Sect. Show some respect!"

"Uncle Chu Feng?" Zhao Changfeng was utterly shocked. As if recalling something, his voice trembled, "Could it be Uncle Chu Feng has broken through to Divine Transformation?"

He had reached Divine Transformation. Han Feng's face instantly turned deathly pale, a shadow of doom looming overhead, boundless terror echoing in his mind.

How could this happen?

No.

Was he destined to die here today?

Zhao Tian snorted, "Furthermore, I have already decided that Dongdong will marry this old rascal Chu Feng. Yet you bring someone to plead his case—I wish I could slap you for being so unfilial!"

Only then did Zhao Changfeng realize his mistake, wishing he could slap himself. He said to Chu Feng, "Uncle Chu Feng, your disciple admits his fault."

Chu Feng waved his hand and, with a playful look, turned to Han Feng, "Fate really brings us together; we've met again so soon. And it seems your eyes have healed."

"Shall I blind them for you one more time?"

"To prevent you from daring to steal Chu Feng's woman with those eyes."

Han Feng pleaded, "Immortal Lord Chu Feng, you cannot kill me. I have joined the Breaking Sky Sword Sect, I am a disciple here. With the sect master and patriarch present, they will not stand by if you kill me."

"Sect Master, Patriarch, save me!"

Han Feng dropped to his knees, crawling toward Zhao Changfeng.

Zhao Changfeng snorted, kicked Han Feng aside, and said coldly, "Han Feng, I was deceived by your sweet words and, seeing your mediocre talent, took you into the sect. Who would have thought you were a toad lusting after swan meat, coveting my daughter, and now you dare offend Uncle Chu Feng."

"Now, as the sect master of the Breaking Sky Sword Sect, I hereby announce you are expelled from the sect."

"Expelled from the Breaking Sky Sword Sect."

"Ha ha ha!"

Han Feng suddenly shed his previous fear and terror and instead laughed loudly, his eyes fixed fiercely on Chu Feng.