Chapter 66: Forceful Suppression

[Beep beep.]
[Congratulations to the host for successfully conquering Ji Ling’er. Conquest value: 10. Reward: 500,000 luck points. Furthermore, because the host forcefully subdued Ji Ling’er, her luck soared, elevating her to the status of Destiny’s Daughter. A critical hit in luck has occurred: 50 million luck points awarded, along with the following rewards.]
[Reward 1: Three thousand years of cultivation.]
[Reward 2: Celestial-grade divine ability—Heavenly Emperor’s Gaze Technique.]
[Reward 3: One innate Ren-water Immortal Peach, three thousand years old.]
[Reward 4: Half-hour Trial Card for a Tribulation Crossing Heavenly Lord.]
Hiss.
What generous rewards.
Indeed, only through effort comes reward.
Most importantly, he had actually enabled Ji Ling’er to become the true Child of Destiny.
It made sense, though.
Previously, Shen Qianxue was indeed a Daughter of Fortune, but only a supporting character.
And Zhao Yan had been killed by him outright—not because he lacked the potential, but because he hadn’t had the chance to grow; the same was true of Fang Yun. They all had the potential to become Children of Destiny in time.
But Ji Ling’er—she was the true protagonist.
It should have been that, after Ji Ling’er and Zhao Yan came together, the grand narrative would begin, their fortunes would rise in tandem, and they would become the Child and Daughter of Destiny.
What surprised Chu Feng most, however, was his conquest value.
A value of ten—what did that mean?
It meant that, even after being humiliated and beaten, Ji Ling’er’s heart had been moved.
“You beast, you’ll die a miserable death.”
Just as Chu Feng was savoring his triumph, Ji Ling’er slowly awakened. The weakness and pain coursing through her body, the bruises and purple welts covering her skin—all made it clear, in a single instant, what she had experienced.
She had been defiled by a beast.
Tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably.
Her heart bled.
“Brother Zhao Yan, I couldn’t preserve my last dignity for you. Ling’er is now tainted.”
Chu Feng sneered, “What a pity—Zhao Yan is already a dead man. If you’re going to mourn for a corpse, that makes you a widow. Though, personally, I prefer the term ‘living widow’.”
“You’re shameless.”
Ji Ling’er trembled with rage.
Chu Feng shrugged. “Who says I’m shameless? Take a good look—see if I have any teeth. I made good use of them just now.”
“I’ll kill you!”
Ji Ling’er’s chest tightened with pain.
Blazing with fury, she lunged at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng laughed aloud and, taking advantage of the moment, seized Ji Ling’er’s hands and pulled her into his embrace.
His hand immediately roamed to the spot he had bitten before.
Ji Ling’er jolted as if struck by lightning.
She struggled madly, desperately trying to break free.
Instead of deterring him, her resistance only excited Chu Feng further. With a savage glint in his eyes, he backhanded her, sending her flying onto the bed.
A wave of his hand, and Ji Ling’er’s limbs were bound, rendering her helpless.
He snorted, “Have you heard of a horse trainer? They take pride in taming the wildest steeds. To me, you’re a wild mare—and I am the trainer.”
“How do you suppose I should tame a wild mare?”
As he spoke, a long whip appeared in Chu Feng’s hand. He lashed it across Ji Ling’er’s body.
Each strike left a bloody welt on her skin.
Yet, one had to admit, Ji Ling’er’s bloodline was formidable; her wounds healed rapidly.
But the pain was enough to drive her nearly insane.
Days blurred into weeks.
By now, Ji Ling’er was utterly subdued under Chu Feng’s discipline.
His conquest value had climbed from ten to fifty.
Under his daily instruction, she no longer spoke of Zhao Yan, and she met Chu Feng’s every demand without hesitation.
Most importantly, a conquest value of fifty meant Ji Ling’er no longer harbored thoughts of killing him—only a deep, unyielding refusal within her heart.
But that was of no consequence; it would fade with time.
Chu Feng did not treat Ji Ling’er unfairly.
He imparted to her the Heavenly Yin-Yang Lament.
Though she had practiced it for only a short time, Ji Ling’er soon discovered its miraculous properties—it surpassed any technique she had ever learned.
Her spiritual power, physical body, soul, even her innate talent and bloodline—all were enhanced.
What kind of divine art was this?
Not even the imperial family’s ancestral techniques could compare.
And yet, Chu Feng had passed it on to her—she couldn’t help feeling a faint surge of gratitude.
As for Han Wendong, his fate was miserable indeed.
Despite his Nascent Soul cultivation, his powers were sealed, and he was thrown into the dungeon.
Never in his life had Han Wendong suffered such indignity. He was driven nearly to suicide. If word of this reached the Ji family, he would be their laughingstock for ten thousand years.
During this period,
apart from conquering Ji Ling’er,
Chu Feng had also digested all his rewards.
First, three thousand years of cultivation.

He, already at the peak of Integration, instantly reached the mid-stage of Ascension.
This, of course, was aided by the consumption of the three-thousand-year-old Ren-water Immortal Peach.
This was an innate spiritual root, after all.
It was said to be akin to the Primal Chaos Green Lotus, once suffering calamity and transforming into 3,600 peach trees.
The first 1,200 trees bore tiny fruits, ripening once every three thousand years; consuming them granted immortality.
The middle 1,200 ripened every six thousand years; eating them brought celestial ascension and eternal life.
The last 1,200, with purple-veined stones, ripened every nine thousand years; those who ate them became ageless, sharing the lifespan of heaven and earth, sun and moon.
Though not truly immortal,
Chu Feng was nonetheless reborn.
His Limitless Sacred Body reached the third tier, and his bloodline became one of the Saintly grade.
His combat power soared a hundredfold.
Though his cultivation was only at mid-Ascension, he could now safely declare that, unless a Tribulation Crossing Heavenly Lord intervened, not even the likes of Murong Longcheng could be his match.
Murong Longcheng, a man and a dragon together,
ranked easily among the top ten in the Ascension realm.
Such was the strength of the Innate Dragon Tamer bloodline.
And that was with a flood dragon; if it were a true dragon, he would be even stronger.
One day,
Chu Feng emerged from his chambers accompanied by the now-docile Ji Ling’er.
Chen Wanwan was already waiting outside, smiling sweetly. She walked over at once, took Ji Ling’er’s hand, and asked, “Sister, why are you always so stubborn? If you weren’t, our husband wouldn’t have been so harsh.”
Ji Ling’er blushed in shame. “Sister, I know I was wrong. I just didn’t realize how formidable our husband really is.”
“Sister, tell me—do you think it’s because our husband is too strong, or am I just too weak? Every time he leaves me utterly spent.”
“Hee hee.”
Chen Wanwan giggled. “Next time, we’ll take him on together.”
“Mm.”
Clearly, Ji Ling’er had been thoroughly cowed by Chu Feng’s dominance.
“Sister, are you really the Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Demon Sect?”
“Why wouldn’t you believe it?” Chen Wanwan smiled. “Can’t a Holy Maiden be conquered by her own husband? If anything, it only proves how powerful he truly is.”
Ji Ling’er flushed red.
She turned to Chu Feng and said, “Husband, could you please let Uncle Han go?”