Chapter 57: A Thorough Beating

“Some people still remember to come back, I see!”

As soon as he returned to Lone Mountain, by sheer chance, he happened to bump into Chen Wanwan.

Particularly when she caught sight of the peerless beauty by Chu Feng’s side, even the best-tempered person would feel unsettled; Chen Wanwan’s heart was no exception. Her words turned biting and sarcastic as she addressed Chu Feng.

Chu Feng stiffened at once, embarrassment written all over him as he tried to explain.

But suddenly, he felt his hand grow lighter.

It turned out Chen Wanwan had pulled Zhao Dongdong away.

She leaned in to whisper softly to Zhao Dongdong.

Soon, the two burst out laughing, stealing glances his way, sometimes even pointing and giggling.

This made Chu Feng itch with curiosity.

He wanted to go over, but after only two steps, the warning look from both women stopped him dead in his tracks.

Helpless, he could only rub his nose and stand aside.

Some time later, Zhao Dongdong finally returned to his side.

Chen Wanwan, however, smiled mischievously and said, “Master, not bad! You found yourself a new Mistress so quickly.”

“Ahem, ahem.” Chu Feng cleared his throat. “What nonsense are you talking about? Since when did I become your master?”

“Oh? Aren’t you my master?” Chen Wanwan replied.

Before Chu Feng could respond, she continued, “Alright, I won’t disturb you and Mistress on your wedding night. But I must remind you, Master, take it easy—Mistress is a first-timer.”

Chu Feng retorted, “Just you wait. I’ll deal with you later.”

“Deal with me? You don’t know my injuries have already healed, do you? When the time comes, we’ll see who deals with whom!”

In an instant, a powerful aura burst forth from Chen Wanwan.

It was unmistakably a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation.

Thanks to her cultivation of the Grand Lament of Heaven and Earth’s Yin and Yang, most of her injuries had healed, allowing her to use many techniques and divine arts once more.

During Chu Feng’s month-long trip, his own injuries had also healed completely.

Chu Feng burst out laughing.

No wonder she dared to be so brazen before him.

She thought, now that her wounds were gone and her cultivation restored, she could act up in his presence.

She truly had no idea why the flowers bloom so bright.

But today was the day he would win over Zhao Dongdong.

“Husband, was what Sister Wanwan just said true?”

Zhao Dongdong suddenly asked him, leaving Chu Feng utterly baffled.

He asked, “What did Wanwan tell you?”

Zhao Dongdong replied, “That you have more than one Dao companion besides me. There’s Shen Qianxue, who joined the imperial Jiang clan, Exalted Immortal Lu Linglong from the Supreme Profound Dao Sect, Nangong Yanran from the Nangong clan, and, last but not least, Sister Wanwan herself, who is the Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Demon Sect. I didn’t expect what you told me to all be true. Compared to them, am I so much less than they are?”

Chu Feng hastened to comfort her: “Don’t say that. How could you be any less? You’re only just over a hundred years old—how can you compare with them? When you’ve cultivated as long as they have, you’ll be no less than any of them.”

“What’s more, my wife will never be inferior to anyone.”

“In a moment, I’ll teach you an immortal-level technique. You’ll see for yourself.”

“An immortal-level technique?” Zhao Dongdong’s eyes widened.

Chu Feng pointed a finger at her.

A scripture instantly appeared in Zhao Dongdong’s mind.

The Grand Lament of Heaven and Earth’s Yin and Yang.

“This is…!”

“Husband, this is a dual cultivation method!”

Chu Feng nodded. “So, my dear, shall we begin our cultivation?”

“Mmm.” Zhao Dongdong, blushing, replied, “It’s my first time. Please be gentle.”

Very soon, a fierce battle broke out.

Chu Feng assumed the role of a strict tutor, while Zhao Dongdong became a diligent, eager student, absorbing all the knowledge Chu Feng imparted.

At first, she resisted somewhat.

But under Chu Feng’s “teaching rod,” she quickly yielded.

Soon, only pleas for mercy remained.

As a student, one must admit one’s mistakes and accept discipline.

A few cries for mercy were hardly enough.

After a round of instruction, Zhao Dongdong was left in tears, her face streaked with sweat, and in the end, nearly fainting from exhaustion before Chu Feng finally relented.

After this lesson, Zhao Dongdong was so worn out she fell into a deep sleep.

Chu Feng immediately regretted not being more gentle.

He channeled a stream of spiritual energy into her, slowly helping her recuperate.

Zhao Dongdong’s cultivation had already reached the peak of Foundation Establishment, but there was still a long way to go before the Golden Core stage. However, this session brought her to the brink—she could step across at any moment.

Once she awoke, she would likely be ready to break through.

Breaking through to Golden Core was a trivial matter for someone like Chu Feng, already at the mid-stage of Integration.

He stepped out of the bedroom, only to run into Chen Wanwan.

Chu Feng broke into a smile. “Didn’t expect the dignified Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Demons would enjoy eavesdropping. What did you hear? Why not analyze it for me?”

Chen Wanwan scoffed, “Who was eavesdropping? I was just passing by.”

“Really, not eavesdropping?” Chu Feng smiled.

“I’m giving you one more chance to rephrase your story,” she snapped.

Chen Wanwan gave a cold snort. “So what if I did listen? Do you think I’m still that heavily injured holy maiden you once overpowered? Now, putting you in your place would be child's play.”

“This holy maiden is tired. Come and massage my feet.”

Chu Feng grinned. “Are you sure you can subdue me with one hand?”

Chen Wanwan sneered, “Then let me show you right now.”

With that, she swung her hand at Chu Feng.

A powerful force, overwhelming and irresistible, swept toward him. In Chen Wanwan’s eyes at that moment, Chu Feng was no more significant than an ant—she could crush him with a flick of her wrist.

Just an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator.

How could he compare to her, the Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Demons?

Born of the Heavenly Demon Sect, with formidable strength, all her cultivation methods were at the level of a tribulation-transcending lord or even an immortal emperor.

Her foundation far surpassed that of the Supreme Profound Dao Sect.

It wasn’t arrogance—she alone could suppress the entire Supreme Profound Dao Sect.

She unleashed a supreme divine art, the Heavenly Demon Hand, fit for a tribulation lord.

Moreover, with the Heavenly Demon Technique surging, she exuded a demonic aura that, strengthened by the Grand Lament of Heaven and Earth’s Yin and Yang, now far surpassed others at her level. When released, it was like a mountain pressing down on her opponent.

She knew Chu Feng possessed wondrous abilities, but she still didn’t believe he could be her match.

That scoundrel.

He had overpowered her more than once.

If she didn’t teach him a lesson, he’d always think she was easy to bully.

Chu Feng understood all too well what was in Chen Wanwan’s mind. Facing her assault, he simply smiled.

“If the tiger does not roar, do you really think I’m a sick cat?”

“Wanwan, do you know why I was able to win you over?”

“Because I will always be your husband.”

With a thunderous roar, Chu Feng countered with a golden dragon, the Dragon-Subduing Palm he had long since mastered. The might of that golden dragon was not something Chen Wanwan could withstand.