Chapter 87 The Three-Year-Old Future Child of Destiny

The Jiang Imperial Clan.

Descendants of the Great Emperor—once, the various Emperors of this line suppressed Tianyuan, their fortune and destiny thick as clouds. Their descendants, inheriting that same bloodline, naturally inherit a portion of that destiny as well.

Take Ji Ling’er, for example.

Destiny itself is shaped and influenced by one’s station, strength, and power. The higher one’s authority, the denser one’s fortune. The loftier the position, the more potent the destiny. The greater the strength, the more formidable the fate that follows.

Of course, there is a limit to this as well.

For instance, there is a difference even among those blessed with great fortune: between a child of destiny and one chosen by fate itself.

If he were to kill them… Chu Feng knew well he would reap a great benefit—perhaps enough to finally gather the resources needed to purchase the complete version of the Grand Celestial Immortal Art from the Destiny Shop.

He had a feeling—once he assembled the full Grand Celestial Immortal Art, his strength would leap forward by a great margin.

He would truly be able to challenge those a whole realm above him.

A feat like slaying a Tribulation Transcender while only at Ascendant level.

Of course—

Chu Feng’s confidence did not stem from nowhere.

Most importantly, he remembered he still had an unused Tribulation Sovereign Experience Card.

[Fu Yuanshan, early Tribulation stage.]

[Mu Rongbo, peak Ascendant.]

[Zhou Xuance, late Ascendant.]

[Qian Duozhong, middle Ascendant.]

[Beep, beep, beep—the system has detected a new Child of Destiny: Jiang Thirteen.]

[Age: 1,003 years.]

[Realm: Early Tribulation.]

[Constitution: Primeval Holy Land, Emperor bloodline concentration at 70%, meeting the standard of Holy Blood.]

[Destiny Value: 990,000 points.]

[Jiang Thirteen, direct grandson of the contemporary Jiang family patriarch. His father is the sixth elder of the Jiang clan, the only Tribulation Sovereign among the next generation, known for his discretion; his mother is a Saintess of the Three Purities Holy Land, at late Ascendant cultivation. This time, upon hearing the Jiang clan would annihilate the second-rate Daoist sect, Tai Xuan Dao Sect, Jiang Thirteen came along to witness the event. The Jiang family, considering Tai Xuan Dao Sect unworthy of concern, agreed to let him participate.]

[In the coming battle of destruction, the host will slaughter all sides, shattering the Jiang clan’s ranks—a scene witnessed by Jiang Thirteen. In the end, the host will spare a child out of pity. However, this act will breed resentment in Jiang Thirteen’s heart. Through this battle, his fortune will rise, and he will obtain the fate of the Chosen.]

[The host will thus become a stepping stone on Jiang Thirteen’s path, ultimately slain by his hand. At this moment, this is the host’s only chance to kill him. Miss it, and a tragic fate will unfold, ending in death.]

Wait a moment.

The system’s words were somewhat contradictory.

One moment, it said he was 1,003 years old; the next, he seemed very young.

Did that not mean this Jiang Thirteen was, in truth, only three years old?

A three-year-old child.

Chu Feng quickly spotted a small child amidst the crowd.

His face was proud and confident, his whole being exuding a lively aura. Under Chu Feng’s Boundless Divine Eyes, he could clearly see that the boy possessed a Holy Physique, though it had not yet fully awakened.

Yet, its awakening stood at 65%.

What did that mean?

This was a three-year-old child.

Chu Feng himself, to date, had only awakened his Holy Physique to 66%—just a hair higher.

Lu Linglong, only at 37%.

Chen Wanwan, merely 41%.

All were inferior to this child, and none possessed such a potent Emperor bloodline.

A Destiny Value of 990,000.

With the slightest growth, it was almost certain—in less than three years, he would become the Chosen of Destiny.

This child had to be killed.

And the roots must be utterly destroyed—no mercy could be shown.

A blazing, murderous intent erupted from Chu Feng, his eyes like two sharp blades, slashing fiercely toward Jiang Thirteen.

Sensing something, Jiang Thirteen was suddenly gripped by fear and instinctively hid behind Mu Rongbo.

Mu Rongbo asked in bewilderment, “Young Master Thirteen, what’s wrong?”

Jiang Thirteen answered gravely, “I sense a tremendous danger, as if someone is watching me—with killing intent.”

Mu Rongbo smiled, “Young Master, you’re overthinking it. Tai Xuan Dao Sect is just a minor second-rate sect, nothing the Jiang clan need concern itself with.”

“This time, the patriarch was merely enraged, plus Mu Rong Longcheng and my son Wangtian died at Tai Xuan Dao Sect, so we were sent to wipe them out. Destroying Tai Xuan Dao Sect is as easy as crushing an ant.”

“Even if it’s the one who killed Mu Rong Longcheng, Lord Yuanshan will deal with him.”

In Mu Rongbo’s eyes, Jiang Thirteen was after all only a three-year-old child—fear was natural.

Jiang Thirteen shook his head, “I just have a bad feeling, like my heart is trembling. I even think it’s we who will lose.”

Mu Rongbo burst out laughing.

“Young Master, you’re still young. You don’t understand. Just watch the show—this performance has another name: the great massacre.”

Jiang Thirteen, though only three, hated being told he was little. He retorted angrily, “I’m not little—I’m already three! I understand everything I should. I just sense danger!”

If a battle was to be fought, so be it.

If there was killing to be done, so be it.

At this moment, Chu Feng no longer paid much heed to Jiang Thirteen.

For now—

Fu Yuanshan had already made his move.

With a wave of his hand, thunderclouds instantly gathered in the sky, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and a mighty pressure swept over the entire Tai Xuan Dao Sect. In less time than it took to drink half a cup of tea, a torrential downpour descended.

Chu Feng had noticed the moment Fu Yuanshan acted.

As the rain fell, Chu Feng’s expression changed drastically. “There’s something wrong with this rain.”

Chen Wanwan nodded. “This is the Jiang clan’s Tribulation Sovereign-level supreme art: the art of Summoning Wind and Rain. This rain can corrupt all things under heaven. Once it falls, in a hundred-mile radius around Tai Xuan Dao Sect, all livestock will perish, not a blade of grass will survive, the spiritual energy will dissipate, and the land will become a dead zone. The Jiang clan means to utterly wipe out Tai Xuan Dao Sect.”

Chu Feng snorted coldly, “If they want to destroy my Tai Xuan Dao Sect, I won’t let them have their way!”

He stomped his foot.

Struck with his palm.

A golden dragon soared into the sky.

Dragons, they say, fly across the nine heavens, summoning wind and rain.

Where the golden dragon passed, the torrential rain halted, thunder and clouds dispersed—the art of Summoning Wind and Rain was thus broken.

Fu Yuanshan had thought that this move alone would be enough to annihilate Tai Xuan Dao Sect.

Now, his expression changed. He took a step forward, swept the area with his divine sense, and his cold voice rang out, “I underestimated you, Tai Xuan Dao Sect. No wonder Mu Rong Longcheng and my son Wangtian died here.”

“Very well. I would like to see who possesses such skill.”

“I’ll count to three. If you do not appear, I will destroy Tai Xuan Dao Sect.”

“One.”

The art of Summoning Wind and Rain had been broken.

The members of the Jiang clan put away their previous disdain and mocking laughter.

In their place: solemn faces.

“Two.”

Fu Yuanshan’s brows knit tightly.

For, as his divine sense swept the area, he could not find any trace of the one who had acted.

Even after counting to two.

In that case, he could only force them out by striking.

“Three.”

As the word fell, Fu Yuanshan struck once more.