Chapter 67: Want a Divorce? Seek the Sect

Very soon, Ji Ling’er finally saw Han Wendong.

However, Han Wendong was in a miserable state. His body was covered in wounds, he was weak to the extreme, his cultivation sealed, reduced to the state of an ordinary man. For half a month, he had neither eaten nor drunk; his body had already reached its limit. Though he could not die, he certainly was far from well.

Seeing Han Wendong in such a pitiful condition, Ji Ling’er’s tears began to flow uncontrollably.

“Uncle Han.”

“Miss Ling’er.” Han Wendong struggled to rise.

Ji Ling’er hurried forward to support him.

Han Wendong said, “Miss Ling’er, why have you come? Did that demon trouble you? Did he—”

Just as Han Wendong’s words faltered, a hand appeared from behind Ji Ling’er, pulling her into an embrace as if staking a claim. Chu Feng looked at Han Wendong with open provocation and said coldly, “I’m sorry, but your Miss Ling’er is now my woman.”

Han Wendong seemed struck by lightning. His already frail body took another heavy blow; he coughed up a mouthful of blood, lifted his head, and roared almost madly, “No, impossible! You’re nothing but a nobody from a remote mountain village—how could you possibly be worthy of Miss Ling’er? She is the pride of the Ji family!”

“You called me a nobody?” Chu Feng’s eyes flashed with anger. A powerful aura erupted from him.

At that moment, Chu Feng was already a mid-stage Grand Ascension cultivator, his strength unmatched except by those at the level of a Heavenly Monarch. Even the slightest release of his aura made Han Wendong feel like a lonely boat in a vast sea, at risk of being smashed to pieces at any moment.

His chest felt as if struck by a heavy blow; he spat blood once again, his mind reeling, and collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness.

“Uncle Han!” Ji Ling’er was on the verge of tears.

“Husband, please, save Uncle Han.”

From Ji Ling’er’s words, Chu Feng learned that three years ago, the Ji family had found her and brought her home. Unfortunately, her mother was absent and her father ignored her. At the Ji family, she faced exclusion, received no resources, let alone a protector.

It was then that Han Wendong appeared, volunteering to become her protector.

It was thanks to Han Wendong that Ji Ling’er was able to seize the opportunities and fortunes that followed. That was why she cared for Han Wendong so much.

Chu Feng gently stroked Ji Ling’er’s forehead and said, “Rise. Since you ask it of me, naturally I will save him.”

With a wave of his hand, a stream of magical power entered Han Wendong’s body. Instantly, Han Wendong’s frail form regained vitality, his spirit much improved. He looked at Chu Feng with lingering fear and said, “Miss Ling’er, how can you be so foolish?”

Chu Feng snorted coldly. “Han Wendong, is it? I’ll give you one choice, for the sake of your loyalty to Ling’er. You may continue to follow her as her protector, but from now on, your allegiance is to her alone. That is, from this moment, you are severed from the Ji family.”

“If you refuse, I’ll kill you right now to spare Ling’er unnecessary trouble.”

Han Wendong gave a bitter smile. “Don’t worry, I understand. But let me warn you: since Miss Ling’er has chosen you, if you ever dare harm her, I swear—no matter the cost—I will make you pay.”

Chu Feng replied coldly, “Don’t worry. She’s my woman. I’ll cherish her myself.”

Having settled matters in Four Seasons City, Chu Feng took his companions back to the Grand Profound Dao Sect.

There, Chu Feng handed Han Wendong over directly to Xiang Yutian. When Xiang Yutian learned that Han Wendong was a peak Nascent Soul cultivator and would henceforth join the Grand Profound Dao Sect, he was overjoyed. He arranged everything for Han Wendong at once: a residence, resources, and unfettered access to all the sect’s texts.

Han Wendong took a keen interest in the Grand Profound Dao Sect’s various texts—he wanted to see what kind of heritage could produce someone as monstrous as Chu Feng.

Chu Feng, of course, was oblivious to Han Wendong’s thoughts. If he knew, he would surely die laughing.

Nonsense. Did Han Wendong really think it was the sect’s foundation that made Chu Feng who he was?

And so, days passed.

When he wasn’t cultivating, Chu Feng focused on deepening his bond with his wives and children.

Aside from Ji Ling’er, the conquest values of his other wives remained stubbornly unmoved. It was no wonder—once the conquest value exceeded ninety, raising it further was as hard as ascending to heaven.

Fortunately, Ji Ling’er’s conquest value had smoothly reached eighty. Yet at eighty, it seemed to get stuck and refused to rise further. This meant Ji Ling’er had at last let go of her hatred for him, but a shadow still lingered in her heart—she could not forget Zhao Yan.

Even in death, Zhao Yan was a source of endless trouble.

So this is what it means to be Heaven’s chosen?

Half a year passed in a flash.

One day, outside the Solitary Peak, a woman knelt motionless.

The sight reminded Chu Feng of Fang Yun before her, and such scenes were hardly rare at the Grand Profound Dao Sect. Many disciples, hoping to catch the eye of an elder, would kneel for days without rising.

But as Chu Feng swept his divine sense across her absentmindedly, the system suddenly responded.

[Destiny-Blessed Female Detected: Lin Manyu.]

[Lin Manyu was originally a disciple of the Grand Profound Dao Sect. Ten years ago, for love, she left the sect to marry Li Wei, a poor scholar of the Great Qian Dynasty, and helped him become the mighty Marquis Weiwu. Yet, after achieving his title, Li Wei married another.]

[Lin Manyu sought to annul the marriage and appealed to the Emperor of Great Qian, but was refused. In all history, only men could dismiss wives, never the reverse. Unwilling to accept this, she returned to the Grand Profound Dao Sect.]

[The Great Qian Dynasty is one of three dynasties subordinate to the Grand Profound Dao Sect. Its royal family has many members in the sect. Lin Manyu herself was already severed from the dynasty, with nowhere to turn. In her desperation, she heard tales of Chu Feng, the Supreme Elder, and so knelt outside the sect, begging for his help.]

[Fate Value: 800,000 points.]

[No special constitution, mediocre talent, no special bloodline, cultivation only at Qi Refining level ten.]

[Her looks, however, are quite good.]

That was all.

Chu Feng was speechless.

With his divine sense, he could see her clearly. Though she was indeed attractive, she would score only in the high eighties—far inferior to Shen Qianxue, Chen Wanwan, and the others.

Besides, though he was not picky, she had already been married. He truly couldn’t bring himself to act.

[Host, enough with your depraved thoughts. To gain fate value, you don’t always need to kill or conquer. Helping her fulfill her wish can also earn you fate rewards.]

Ahem.

Chu Feng felt a flush of embarrassment and coughed softly. “What nonsense are you talking about? Am I that kind of man? I was just worried about acting rashly. Watch out, or I’ll accuse you of slander.”

“All right, you may withdraw. I’ll handle the rest myself.”