Chapter 125: To Middle-earth

“Why not look for it?” Chu Feng smiled.

“Didn’t I just acquire a Five Elements Imperial Scripture? It should contain the methods to harness the five elemental spiritual artifacts. As for this Five Elements Ghost God, I’m no match for him yet, so I can only wait.”

“When the time comes, the Five Elements Ghost God’s trident will be mine, the cultivation method for the Five Elements Ghost God’s body will be mine, and even his soul won’t escape my grasp.”

“Of course, that includes you as well.”

Chu Feng gently lifted Jiang Yan’s chin and kissed her.

At first, Jiang Yan tried to resist, even attempting to push him away, but no matter how hard she struggled, it was as if she was pushing against cotton—she couldn’t move him an inch. All she could do was emit soft whimpering sounds.

After a while, Chu Feng finally released her with a smile. “Let’s go home. I can’t wait to devour you now.”

“Hahaha,” he laughed heartily, feeling exhilarated.

Chu Feng turned and left, surprised by the effect just now.

His conquest value over Jiang Yan stood at 60—passing.

If he were a reporter, he would have been eager to investigate what exactly had caused Jiang Yan to shift from initial hatred, indifference, and full animosity to now being moved by him.

This trip was not in vain. Once he returned, he could focus on refining the Grand Yin-Yang Tragedy Chant and the meticulous teachings of his past diligent mentors on the convex-concave techniques.

Three hundred sixty moves.

Seven hundred twenty strikes.

He believed Jiang Yan would no longer resist.

The journey home was much faster now.

They set off at dawn and arrived by nightfall.

As they entered Lonely Mountain, Chu Feng swept Jiang Yan into the room.

That night, Chu Feng experienced both pain and joy.

Naturally, he took the opportunity to teach Jiang Yan the Supreme Celestial Immortal Art.

During this outing, Jiang Yan had already been deeply impressed by Chu Feng, especially when he practiced the Supreme Celestial Immortal Art combined with the earlier Grand Yin-Yang Tragedy Chant.

By dawn, her conquest value had risen to a new high of 65, matching that of An Miaoyi.

On this trip, they finally gathered all the materials needed to reforged the Ghost God Body: the divine beast’s root bone, along with the previously collected Ghost God Flower and Demon God’s essence blood. Chu Feng handed everything over to Yun Niang.

Yun Niang was ecstatic.

She squeezed Chu Feng tightly.

Of course, Chu Feng didn’t refuse and devotedly accompanied Yun Niang for a whole week.

Now was the time to draw her into an illusion—a fusion of soul and spirit—because once Yun Niang reforged her physical form, such opportunities would vanish.

The Ghost God Body came in many forms.

For instance, the Five Elements Ghost God’s body, which Chu Feng had encountered, while this time, Yun Niang was crafting the Netherworld Ghost God Body, a form she had comprehended herself after being controlled for tens of thousands of years.

Chu Feng was truly powerless here; all depended on Yun Niang herself.

Before entering seclusion, Yun Niang shared a tender moment with Chu Feng and said with deep affection, “Husband, wait for me. Once I reforged the Ghost God Body, I will serve you devotedly and make you as joyful as a deity.”

Chu Feng laughed heartily, “All right, I’ll be waiting for you, Yun Niang.”

Time passed swiftly—a month slipped by.

Yun Niang officially entered seclusion.

One day, Ji Ling’er approached Chu Feng, hesitating as if holding something back.

Chu Feng asked, “What is it? Is there something you’re hiding from me?”

Ji Ling’er bit her lip and said, “Husband, may I return home for a visit?”

The moment she spoke, she looked like a child who had done something wrong and apologized, “Husband, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have such thoughts.”

Chu Feng smiled warmly and embraced her, saying, “Silly girl, missing home is natural. If you want to go back, just tell me.”

At this moment, Ji Ling’er’s conquest value had reached a remarkable 88.

It was no wonder—Ji Ling’er had been Zhao Yan’s childhood friend, hailing from the royal Ji family of the Central Plains Empire.

Initially, she plotted against Chu Feng to avenge Zhao Yan but was forcibly subdued and thoroughly disciplined by Chu Feng, which led to her eventual submission.

From deep hatred to overflowing love.

Yet, deep inside, she still harbored a sense of inferiority—that she had originally been an enemy to Chu Feng.

Hearing Chu Feng’s words, Ji Ling’er’s eyes brightened with joy, “Husband, can I really go home for a visit?”

“Of course,” Chu Feng smiled.

“Not only that, you’ll return home in glory. When that time comes, I will accompany you.”

“That’s wonderful!”

Ji Ling’er happily kissed Chu Feng fiercely on the cheek.

Chu Feng caught her and asked playfully, “How do you plan to thank me?”

Ji Ling’er blushed and shyly replied, “I agree to your conditions.”

The three meetings.

Chu Feng became delighted.

To be honest, he had tried this tactic on Ji Ling’er before, but since it was forced at that time, it lacked true satisfaction. After conquering her, he had wanted to discuss it properly, but was repeatedly rejected.

Now that she agreed again, Chu Feng planned to show his prowess tonight.

The Ji family of the imperial clan—

One of the top powers in the Central Plains, no weaker than the Jiang family.

The journey ahead was long, not something to be rushed in a day or two.

As for transportation, they would simply commandeer Jiang Yan’s flying vessel.

At this point, Chu Feng’s conquest value over Jiang Yan had reached 66.

Ready to depart, Chu Feng gathered the women to explain the purpose of this trip.

“What? Going to the Central Plains?”

“I’m not going,” Lu Linglong was the first to refuse.

Then Shen Qianxue, Nangong Yanran, Yun Niang was in seclusion, and Zhao Dongdong also declined.

In the end, Jiang Yan, An Miaoyi, and Chen Wanwan chose to go.

A party of five.

They left the Supreme Profound Dao Sect.

However, just as they departed, an uninvited guest appeared outside the sect.

He infiltrated the Supreme Profound Dao Sect.

His purpose was clear; he did not intend to attack recklessly but to remain hidden, waiting for a perfect opportunity to strike a fatal blow.

Yet, upon entering, he watched helplessly as Chu Feng and his group left.

“Damn it, they’re leaving now,” the man cursed.

He was the ancient progenitor of the Jiang family.

Awakened from a divine source seal, he had come to Sword Prefecture.

But he didn’t strike immediately; instead, he investigated Chu Feng. Without investigation, he wouldn’t have realized Chu Feng’s achievements.

Although his power had accumulated over tens of thousands of years, he still refrained from a frontal assault.

He preferred stealth attacks, much like how Chu Feng had slain Zheng Tianqing.

He was no fool.

He spent half a month lurking in the Supreme Profound Dao Sect, waiting for an opening that never came, only to learn of Chu Feng’s departure to the Central Plains.

Now, Zhang Bo faced two choices: continue waiting or pursue Chu Feng, still hidden in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.