Chapter 80: Merely an Incarnation

Lin Xian’er immediately formed hand seals, and his cultivation, originally at the Golden Core stage, surged in an instant. At this moment, he directly borrowed the power of his true body. He knew Chu Feng’s identity—the Grand Elder of the Supreme Profound Dao Sect, who had to be at least at the Nascent Soul stage. The strength of this body was no match for him at all. To truly fight would be courting death.

In a flash, Lin Xian’er sprang into action. A massive Taiji diagram materialized in the void above, but this Taiji was unlike any other. One side was yin, the other yang; one black, one white—and between them, a hint of red appeared. Chu Feng immediately recognized this as the force of primordial yin that Lin Xian’er had yet to fully refine.

The Taiji diagram began to rotate violently, rolling toward Chu Feng like a colossal millstone. The Yin-Yang Millstone—an art the Patriarch of Yin and Yang had developed after thousands of years of cultivation. With the physique of yin and yang united, able to be either male or female, he condensed the power of both primordial yin and yang through dual cultivation. This technique could shake a person’s mind and throw the balance of their internal energies into chaos.

No adversary had ever withstood this move. Countless opponents had died beneath its crushing force. In Lin Xian’er’s eyes, Chu Feng would be no exception.

But in the next instant, Lin Xian’er’s expression changed drastically, and he retreated in terror. Chu Feng had acted.

Dragon-Subduing Palm.

A golden dragon shot forth, shattering the Yin-Yang Millstone in an instant. The dragon’s might was undiminished, and it lunged straight at Lin Xian’er. He dodged frantically, but the power he’d borrowed was just that—borrowed, and never truly his own.

Chu Feng had killed Murong Longcheng, number two on the Earth Rankings. How could a mere avatar pose any threat? Even the true body of the Patriarch of Yin and Yang ranked only in the thirties—far too low.

With a thunderous crash, the golden dragon struck Lin Xian’er. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his body falling from the void like a severed kite, crashing heavily to the ground.

“No, how is this possible?” he gasped. “You’re only a Grand Elder of the Supreme Profound Dao Sect—how can you be this powerful? I am an avatar of the Patriarch of Yin and Yang, channeling his cultivation. A full-force attack at the Great Ascension stage, and I still cannot defeat you.”

Chu Feng replied with disdain, “You are nowhere near enough.”

The matter was settled.

Lin Xian’er’s head was severed by Chu Feng’s hand. He died on the spot.

Yet at the moment of Lin Xian’er’s death, a white light shot from his corpse, transforming into an old man who radiated a chilling aura. He glared coldly at Chu Feng. “I never imagined the Grand Elder of the Supreme Profound Dao Sect would be a Great Ascension cultivator. But you should not have destroyed my avatar.”

Chu Feng sneered, “Please, is that all you know how to say?”

“If you mean to kill me, come. I await you.”

“I can hardly wait.”

A true antagonist of destiny—countless avatars. Slaying each one brought a reward.

[Beep beep beep. The host has slain one of the avatars of Lin Bufan, the antagonist of destiny—Lin Xian’er. Gained 200,000 Destiny Points and a wisp of innate Yin-Yang energy.]

This innate Yin-Yang energy might not be famous in itself, but perhaps you’ve heard of the Innate Yin-Yang Bottle from Journey to the West—the treasure of the Golden-Winged Roc. Don’t be deceived by how, in that tale, the bottle was outwitted and easily bested by Sun Wukong; it is not an insignificant artifact. On the contrary, the Golden-Winged Roc was simply born too late and received an incomplete inheritance, failing to unlock the bottle’s true power as a divine ability rather than as a mere treasure.

Legend has it the Phoenix bore two children: a peacock and a golden-winged roc. One inherited the power of the five elements, the other the power of innate yin and yang. That peacock was none other than the illustrious Kong Xuan, who refined the five-element force into his Five-Colored Divine Light—a supreme innate ability, derived from five of his own plumes, each representing blue, yellow, red, black, and white. Within the five elements, nothing could withstand or escape its sweep.

If Chu Feng could gain a strand of innate Yin-Yang energy, he could indeed forge a supreme divine art to rival the Five-Colored Divine Light. Unfortunately, it was only a wisp—rare, but still a useful card in his hand.

Wanshou Mountain—Yin-Yang Dao Field.

Located in the eastern wilderness of Qingzhou, the Patriarch of Yin and Yang’s renown echoed throughout Qingzhou and beyond. His reputation rested on two pillars: first, his natural duality of yin and yang, allowing him to cultivate as if two people at once—his speed and aptitude unmatched, his cultivation reaching the Yin-Yang Divine Physique.

If that was the icing on the cake, the second reason was what truly made him notorious: his appetite for both men and women. Countless women feared him, countless men were disgusted—yet with his overwhelming strength, few dared voice their anger. He maintained numerous avatars; even if his true body was killed, he could resurrect through any of them, the new avatar becoming the new true body. It was said that he was deathless, a cockroach that could never be stamped out.

Of course, he was not invincible—there were ways to kill him, but few knew how.

The moment one avatar was slain, the Patriarch of Yin and Yang immediately sensed it. A surge of murderous intent swept through the entire Dao Field. Within, countless men and women—his captives, kept as playthings—trembled in terror, prostrating themselves on the ground, not daring to move. Those who pleased him he rewarded with the privilege of serving him; those who displeased him, he treated worse than animals, forcing them to live on all fours like dogs.

“Who dares destroy my avatar?”

“No matter who you are, I, the Patriarch of Yin and Yang, will not let you go!”

He grasped at the void, pulling a silver-white beam of light from the air and channeling it into the depths of his mind. A scene unfolded before him.

“Chu Feng of the Supreme Profound Dao Sect.”

“Very well. You dared destroy my avatar. Prepare to die.”

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Inside the Jade Pavilion, Chu Feng lounged upon a grand bed, surrounded by beauties. In front of him, a peerless maiden played the zither, while behind her several other beauties danced with all their might.

“How many moments does a man have in life? Every one is worth it,” he sighed. “To enjoy songs and music in such a place is true pleasure.”

“Come, beauty, give me a smile.”

“Elder, tell me, could you marry me?” one of the women asked.

“No,” Chu Feng shook his head without hesitation. “To be my woman, beauty alone is the least of requirements. You are all beautiful, but far from meeting the standards I demand.”

Jia Luo looked crestfallen, but she bit her lip and pressed on. “Then please, tell me—what does it take to become your woman? I can change, if you wish.”