Chapter 108: Looking Down on My Emperor’s Legacy

Of course, the main reason was the Great Immortal Technique, which allowed Chen Wanwan to fully unleash the supreme power of this palm technique. In fact, she discovered that the Dragon-Subduing Palm had unexpectedly become her strongest divine ability at this stage—without exception. None of the divine arts from the Holy Land of Heavenly Demons could compare. As for the Starry Immortal Sect, its heritage was far inferior to that of the Holy Land of Heavenly Demons.

With a thunderous crash, the golden dragon struck. Stars shattered, worlds were annihilated, and Xie Zhui was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, landing heavily on the ground. He coughed up blood, his entire being becoming listless and dispirited. Just as he tried to stand, his head lolled to the side and he lost consciousness. After all, this was a battle of prodigies. Though Chen Wanwan was known as the demoness, she still held back from delivering a fatal blow, sparing his life.

Having defeated Xie Zhui, Chen Wanwan's eyes shone with sharpness as she spoke calmly, "Who's next? I, Chu Feng, am in a hurry."

While Chen Wanwan was dominating the field, An Miaoyi, watched by two Yellow Turban Warriors, was growing increasingly frustrated. She was supposed to participate in the Prodigies’ Tournament herself; entering the Purple Mansion Immortal Palace and comprehending the Emperor's legacy would have been of immense benefit to her. Yet now, under Chu Feng's control, she was unable to take part. Although her cultivation hadn't been sealed like Jiang Yan's, she discovered that the Yellow Turban Warriors guarding her were not ordinary people. With peak Integration cultivation and such overwhelming strength, she realized they could even crush Great Ascension Celestials with ease.

Naturally, at this moment, An Miaoyi could not help but seek aid. As a dignified Saintess, she had been forcibly taken and reduced to a plaything. Though each time during their wild encounters that strange feeling left her addicted—and even led to her being taught a celestial-level technique, the Sutra of Sorrowful Yin and Yang, which greatly benefited her cultivation—this also made her understand why Chen Wanwan would willingly follow Chu Feng, serving him alongside other women. Another reason was that Chu Feng was strong—astoundingly so, tireless and relentless, leaving her feeling as if she died each time.

Despite the pleasure, she was also ashamed. She wanted to take the initiative, so she chose to seek help. Upon sending her plea, someone came to her rescue almost at once. How could the Saintess not be rescued after being captured?

The one who came was Liu Ying, a mid-stage Great Ascension elder from the Yaoguang Holy Land. As soon as he arrived at the entrance, he was blocked by the two Yellow Turban Warriors, which angered him greatly.

"Out of my way!"

The two Yellow Turban Warriors merely laughed, exchanged a glance, and launched an attack on Liu Ying. Upon arriving, Liu Ying had sensed An Miaoyi's presence and assessed the cultivation of the two warriors—merely peak Integration. Though they seemed odd, he didn't take them seriously. Yet the moment they struck, he realized how gravely mistaken he was.

Their combination of speed, strength, and immortal power was overwhelming. In an instant, everything was destroyed. Before the two Yellow Turban Warriors, Liu Ying was nothing more than a joke, sent flying with two punches. Before he could get up, one of the warriors appeared before him, kicking him into the air towards the other, who smashed a fist into him. With a resounding crack, Liu Ying was killed instantly.

Witnessing this, An Miaoyi was completely stunned. She had sensed the strength of the two warriors, but never imagined their power to be so terrifying. After killing Liu Ying, the two Yellow Turban Warriors returned to their posts as if nothing had happened, standing at the entrance like statues.

…

In the Prodigies’ Tournament, Chen Wanwan swept through all opposition, easily defeating five opponents and advancing to the third stage. The so-called opportunity was to enter a secret realm—a place left behind by ancient immortals, formed over countless ages into a natural treasure trove, filled with immortal pills and rare treasures. The opportunities depended not only on personal fate but were also bestowed by the realm itself. Treasures were hard to find.

At last, after ten full days, the three-stage trial concluded. Eighty-seven people emerged victorious, with Chen Wanwan—under the name of Chu Feng—among them. With the tournament over, the next step was for all the prodigies and several judges to enter the Purple Mansion Immortal Palace.

Only then did Chu Feng understand why the palace would openly offer the so-called Emperor’s legacy.

The so-called Emperor's legacy was nothing more than nine paintings. The inheritance left by the Emperor of the Purple Mansion was contained within these nine scrolls. Each painting was surrounded by crowds lost in rapture, completely captivated. With the Infinity Divine Eye, Chu Feng could see that everyone’s cultivation energies fluctuated differently. Many were engaged in heated discussions, each convinced of their own interpretation—arguments nearly escalating to blows.

This reminded Chu Feng of an old saying: a thousand people have a thousand opinions. It was like the martial heroes of Master Jin’s tales—everyone had their own unique insights and developed different techniques.

The Emperor’s legacy. Chu Feng glanced over it with little interest. Unlike the other so-called peerless prodigies and judges who immediately flocked to the paintings, he simply cast a quick glance and moved on. Even Chen Wanwan was drawn to the paintings, though she noticed Chu Feng’s indifference and asked, "Husband, does this inheritance not impress you?"

In her view, her enigmatic husband did not seem to hail from the Heaven Origin World, but rather the Immortal Realm. Chu Feng smiled, "This so-called Emperor’s legacy is nothing special. Feel free to study it; don’t mind me."

Chen Wanwan nodded, "Then I’ll go have a look, husband." With that, she lost herself in the paintings.

As for Chu Feng, he wandered leisurely through the palace. The so-called Purple Mansion Immortal Palace was actually a vast cavern, interconnected with nine great halls, each housing a single painting—the so-called inheritance. Every year, the prodigies who reached the end of the tournament, as well as the invited judges…

Chu Feng’s aimless footsteps soon caught the attention of the two princesses of Longmu, who had presided over the palace for nearly ten thousand years. They had welcomed countless human prodigies seeking the Purple Mansion’s legacy, and without exception, every prodigy was instantly captivated by the inheritance upon entering. Only this man seemed utterly unimpressed by the legacy left by the Emperor of the Purple Mansion.

Exchanging glances, the two princesses approached him and asked, "Fellow Daoist, do you not value the Emperor’s legacy of the Purple Mansion Immortal Palace?"