Chapter 64: Another Daughter of Destiny
At this moment, at the foot of the Lonely Mountain, an anxious voice rang out.
“Disciple Xiang Zhizhu pays respects to the Grand Elder.”
“What is it?” Chu Feng frowned.
Xiang Zhizhu replied, “A message talisman arrived from Four Seasons City. It says the fate of the Shen family hangs on her whim. If you wish to prevent the annihilation of the Shen clan, Grand Elder, you must go alone to Four Seasons City.”
“I wonder who could be so bold, threatening the Grand Elder himself.”
“Disciple will go personally to Four Seasons City and eliminate whoever dared to threaten you.”
Chu Feng’s brows knitted tightly. The Zhao family was not yet wiped out, and now they were using the Shen family as leverage to lure him in. Did they not understand his identity and power? Clearly, the Zhao clan still held secrets unknown to him. Otherwise, how could Zhao Yan claim the mantle of the Favored by Fortune?
He said to Xiang Zhizhu, “No, since they want to see me, how could I refuse?”
“Go now.”
“Yes, disciple takes his leave,” Xiang Zhizhu replied.
Watching Xiang Zhizhu depart, Chu Feng turned to Chen Wanwan and asked, “Would you like to accompany me?”
“Of course I would,” she answered.
“Very well, let’s set out.”
“What’s the hurry?” Chen Wanwan pressed Chu Feng back down as he was about to rise. “There’s no need to rush. At the very least, let me eat my fill before we go.”
“Alright, if you wish to eat, I’ll indulge you—though I fear you may take advantage of the opportunity.”
“Hmph,” Chen Wanwan scoffed. “Let me give you some unfortunate news: I’ve broken through with my Heavenly Demon Grand Method, reaching the fifteenth layer.”
The Heavenly Demon Grand Method—one of the strongest legacies of the Heavenly Demon Sanctuary, said to be created by the Heavenly Demon Emperor, a technique of the Immortal Emperor rank. It comprised twenty-one layers. The thirteenth and fourteenth corresponded to the Divine Transformation Realm, while the fifteenth was the Combined Body stage.
Chen Wanwan had lingered at the fourteenth layer for some time, believing the breakthrough to the fifteenth would require considerable effort. Yet unexpectedly, this time it happened swiftly and smoothly—a momentous event, heralding an unobstructed path into the Combined Body realm. Most importantly, all this was thanks to their dual cultivation of the Yin-Yang Great Sorrow Sutra. Whenever time allowed, she would seize Chu Feng without reservation to pursue her grand dual cultivation.
She was determined to claim every ounce of “tribute.”
Today, with her breakthrough in the Heavenly Demon Grand Method, she vowed to drain him thoroughly—otherwise, she would not be Chen Wanwan.
Her ambition was boundless.
Unfortunately, she had encountered Chu Feng, a superlative monster—too formidable for even several Chen Wanwans to handle.
A battle, was it? Very well, he would show her the meaning of “with one staff in hand, the world is mine.”
With his teaching staff, he gave Chen Wanwan a thorough lesson, until she lay exhausted where she fell.
Chu Feng smiled, “Now you know your husband’s prowess, don’t you? Have you any energy left to accompany me to Four Seasons City?”
“I do,” Chen Wanwan retorted coldly. “Though I lost this round, I won’t give up so easily. We’ll fight again another day.”
Chu Feng shrugged, “Alright, another day it is.”
Four Seasons City.
In less than half a cup of tea’s time, Chu Feng brought Chen Wanwan there. The Rainbow Flight Technique—an immortal-level art—had become increasingly proficient in Chu Feng’s hands.
It was Chen Wanwan’s first time experiencing Chu Feng’s extreme speed. She was astonished, her face full of disbelief. “Your speed is astounding.”
“The Rainbow Flight Technique, an immortal-grade divine skill. At its peak, it can traverse three hundred thousand kilometers in a breath. Of course, my cultivation is still weak, but a thousand miles in an instant is no problem.”
“Yet another immortal-grade divine art,” Chen Wanwan said. “I find myself increasingly unable to fathom you.”
“Would you like to learn? I can teach you,” Chu Feng offered.
“Is that so?”
“Very well, I’ll learn,” Chen Wanwan nodded.
Take note:
The Shen family’s estate remained bustling and lively, showing no sign of distress. Upon arriving, Chu Feng wondered if he had been deceived. Only after meeting Shen Zhong did he realize the Shen clan was indeed under threat.
Soon, he came face-to-face with the one behind it.
Ji Ling’er.
Dressed in white like a celestial maiden, she showed no surprise or fear as Chu Feng and Chen Wanwan appeared before her. Instead, her face was frozen in anger, cold as winter, her voice icy: “You are Chu Feng, who wiped out the Zhao clan and killed Zhao Yan—Grand Elder of the Supreme Profound Dao Sect—a mere Nascent Soul cultivator.”
From the moment he entered, Chu Feng had already sized up Ji Ling’er. Even his system chimed in.
[Beep beep.]
[Host, Qi Destiny Girl detected: Ji Ling’er, Child of Heaven.]
[Cultivation: Early stage of Great Ascension, Celestial rank.]
[Age: 1020 years.]
[Imperial clan Ji bloodline, rank: Divine, possesses Origin Spirit Divine Physique.]
[Qi Destiny value: 990,000 points.]
The pinnacle of a Qi Destiny Girl.
[Ji clan’s saintess; childhood companion of the slain Qi Destiny Boy, Zhao Yan.]
This time, though the system was as erratic as ever, it issued no warning. Meaning, in the system’s eyes, his combat power rivaled that of a Great Ascension celestial. Indeed, with his arsenal of immortal-grade divine skills and the supreme immortal weapon, the Heaven-Burning Sword, he could stand against most Great Ascension celestials. Even facing the likes of Murong Longcheng—the dragon and flood dragon duo—he had nothing to fear; if he couldn’t win, at least escape was assured. Even if defeat befell him, the difference would not be vast.
Chu Feng was considering how to handle Ji Ling’er when her words unexpectedly made him laugh.
The system’s display showed Ji Ling’er as a Great Ascension celestial. Yet with his Limitless Divine Eyes, her true cultivation was only late Foundation Establishment. Where did she find the face to address Chu Feng as a mere Nascent Soul cultivator?
Soon, Chu Feng understood the source of Ji Ling’er’s arrogance.
Her Protector.
Peak Divine Transformation Realm.
At that moment, her protector was within Four Seasons City, in a tavern—a middle-aged man Chu Feng located effortlessly with a sweep of his divine sense.
Chu Feng smiled. “So, how do you plan to deal with a mere Nascent Soul cultivator like me?”
Ji Ling’er, furious, declared, “Naturally, you must die! You killed my brother Zhao Yan. I’ll tear you to pieces, flay you alive, and leave you without a grave!”
Chu Feng’s expression chilled instantly, his tone full of disdain. “Is that so? I’d like to see how you plan to tear me apart and flay me alive.”
“Pfft.” Beside him, Chen Wanwan was amused by Chu Feng’s remark, mocking, “Little girl, you really aren’t afraid of biting your tongue with such bluster. Your strength is unimpressive, yet your words are loud. Is this what your imperial Ji clan teaches?”
Ji Ling’er trembled with rage. “You...!”
Chu Feng cut her off, uninterested. “Or do you rely on that protector behind you? Let him come forth.”