Chapter 115: In the End, Strength Must Prevail

The revered leader of the Jiang family struggled desperately, a tremendous force suddenly surging through his entire body. Yet, it was utterly futile in shaking off Jiang Ming’s grip. Instead, Jiang Ming’s hand around his throat tightened relentlessly, nearly suffocating the leader of the Jiang family.

On the brink of death by strangulation, the Jiang family leader unleashed a formidable burst of power, charging fiercely at Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming shuddered, the frenzied killing intent within him fading away. He looked at the Jiang family leader and burst into a hearty laugh, his expression solemn as he said, “So, you are the current revered leader of the Jiang family.”

The Jiang family leader replied coldly, “Indeed, it is I, Jiang Ming. By my reckoning, you’ve been imprisoned in the Demon Suppression Tower for eight thousand years. Have you ever thought about leaving?”

Jiang Ming scoffed disdainfully, “Leave? Why would I leave? Life in this Demon Suppression Tower suits me well. Now you want me to leave—tell me, what exactly are your intentions? Do you intend to harm me? There’s not a single good soul left in the Jiang family; all deserve to die.”

The Jiang family leader snorted coldly, “Don’t forget, you share the Jiang surname. One stroke of the brush cannot write two Jangs, and blood ties and kinship cannot be severed so easily.”

“This time, I’m not here to negotiate. I’m offering you a chance—a chance to atone and win your freedom from the Demon Suppression Tower. If you don’t want to leave, after eight thousand years, have you never wished to see Siyuan?”

At the mention of Siyuan, Jiang Ming’s madness vanished instantly, replaced by boundless longing. He murmured repeatedly, “Siyuan… Eight thousand years… I’ve missed you.”

The Jiang family leader smiled and said, “I only need you to kill one person. If you can kill him, I will grant you freedom.”

“Who?” Jiang Ming’s voice was hoarse.

The Jiang family leader answered, “His name is Chu Feng, from a second-rate Daoist sect in Jianzhou. Kill him, and your freedom is yours.”

“Fine,” Jiang Ming agreed at once.

At that moment, an overwhelming power erupted from Jiang Ming’s body—vast and unstoppable. The sheer force made the Jiang family leader gasp; this was no longer merely powerful, but rather grotesquely overwhelming. The once mighty late Tribulation Heavenly Lord now felt like a lone boat adrift on a stormy sea, on the verge of being swallowed by the tempest, destined to perish without a trace.

“Looks like I made the right move coming here,” he thought.

…

Tai Xuan Dao Sect.

Chu Feng was deeply frustrated.

Because Lu Linglong was angry.

After a long period of seclusion, upon emerging, she found that Chu Feng was surrounded by so many women.

Shen Qianxue was understandable; Chen Wanwan she had accepted. Nangong Yanran, Ji Linger, Zhao Dongdong were all tolerable. But now, there were also An Miaoyi and Jiang Yan—both women forcibly taken by Chu Feng.

Chu Feng had spent a long time explaining himself.

At that moment, Chu Feng realized a truth: never try to reason with women, for they never listen.

“Junior sister, please let me explain.”

“No.”

Lu Linglong ignored him outright. “Chu Feng, has Lin Xiyue’s betrayal hurt you that deeply? For a thousand years, you abstained from women, yet look at what you’ve done in these past years—countless women, unending. You’ve gone too far.”

“Leave. Don’t come see me again. And forget about being Dao companions.”

“No,” Chu Feng stubbornly insisted.

He was no longer the man he had been in his previous life on Blue Star. He now understood that even virtuous women feared persistent men.

Lu Linglong, furious, said, “You won’t leave? Fine, I will.”

She turned to leave Tai Xuan Dao Sect.

Seeing this, Chu Feng’s fury ignited. Fine, you reject my apologies and explanations—what else do you want? This is war.

He charged toward Lu Linglong and scooped her up into his arms.

At this time, Lu Linglong had only just entered the early stage of Divine Spirit, aided by his help. Being held tightly by Chu Feng, she was furious, struggling wildly and pounding him, shouting, “Let me go!”

Chu Feng had no intention of releasing her; if anything, he held her tighter. “I won’t let go. You’re my wife; why should I?”

With that, he strode toward the interior.

“What are you doing?” Lu Linglong demanded.

Chu Feng smiled, “What couples do, naturally.”

“Stop struggling. You’ve been in seclusion for nearly a year. I’ve missed you terribly. Be good; soon, I’ll take you to the clouds.”

“Let me go!”

Lu Linglong cursed, “I’ll never be with you. Forget it.”

Chu Feng’s face darkened. “Forget me? Impossible. Junior sister, soon you won’t be able to leave me.”

“Ha ha ha.”

Lu Linglong knew exactly what he intended and cursed furiously, “Chu Feng, if you dare do anything beastly, I won’t forgive you.”

Chu Feng was impervious to her threats, striding into the room.

After a fierce struggle, Lu Linglong’s face was filled with sorrow. “Chu Feng, you have so many women already. Why do you still cling to me?”

Chu Feng showed no mercy; he tore her apart, piece by piece devouring her flesh, leaving nothing behind—not a scrap.

This was what they called “devouring completely.”

At first, Lu Linglong struggled desperately to survive. But as Chu Feng consumed her until only bones remained, she finally gave in, even cooperating willingly.

“You’re a beast.”

Chu Feng smiled lightly, like a great gray wolf amused by a little lamb. “Since you say I’m a beast, then I’ll show you what a beast really is.”

He was about to act, but Lu Linglong, terrified, begged for mercy. “No, I have no strength left.”

“Heh heh,” Chu Feng chuckled, “Now you understand your mistake.”

“I’m not wrong!” Lu Linglong gritted her teeth.

“Really not wrong?” Chu Feng grinned wickedly.

“Fine, I was wrong. Is that enough?”

Chu Feng pulled her close and said softly, “I’m sorry. This time, it’s my fault. I apologize. But I can’t control myself.”

After that intense session of ‘education,’ Chu Feng revealed his gentler side, soothing her softly. He also disclosed the identities of An Miaoyi and Jiang Yan to Lu Linglong.

“An Miaoyi, the Saintess of Yao Guang.”

“Jiang Yan, Tribulation Heavenly Lord, elder of the Jiang family, and current revered leader’s own younger sister.”

Lu Linglong stared at Chu Feng in disbelief. “You’re mad—Yao Guang Sanctuary is a top-tier power in the Eastern Wilderness, the future heir to the revered leader. You’re insane! And Jiang Yan, a Tribulation Heavenly Lord, plus Chen Wanwan and Ji Linger.”

Her gaze toward Chu Feng turned strange, filled with a complex mixture of emotions.