Chapter 29: Are You Out of Your Mind?

He thought this was the mortal world.

Since that was the case, it was time to teach him a proper lesson and suppress him thoroughly.

As for now—

If he wished to kneel, then let him kneel.

Time passed by.

In the blink of an eye, half a day had slipped away.

There was still no sign of Chu Feng.

At the foot of the mountain, the disciples began to chatter, most of them mocking.

“That Fang Yun really overestimates himself. He wants to be taken as the disciple of the Immortal Lord, but the Immortal Lord doesn’t even bother to acknowledge him. What a joke.”

“It’s only because Immortal Lord Chu Feng has a good temper. If it were another Immortal Lord, he would’ve been punished long ago.”

At this moment, Fang Yun’s face changed dramatically, his heart filled with anxiety.

Had he really been rejected?

It was more than just a blow to his pride—he feared he would become the laughingstock of the entire Supreme Profound Dao Sect from now on.

Damn it.

Why hasn’t he appeared yet?

Time continued to slip by.

Very soon, three whole days had passed.

Chu Feng still had not appeared. Fang Yun remained kneeling. Three days and nights, his dignity was thoroughly ground into the dirt, mocked and jeered at by the growing crowd.

[System: Host has suppressed the Child of Destiny, Fang Yun, gaining one hundred thousand Fate Points.]

Chu Feng was quite satisfied.

Three days and nights—this had surely reached its limit.

Any longer and the boy might slink away in shame.

But to let him leave now? Impossible.

Chu Feng took a single stride forward.

In the next instant, he appeared outside the mountain gate.

Just as Chu Feng had surmised, after three days and nights on his knees, humiliated and ridiculed, Fang Yun was on the verge of madness, his resentment and forbearance stretched to the utmost.

He realized that Chu Feng would never accept him as a disciple.

He thought of fleeing.

But just as he was about to rise, Chu Feng appeared.

“It’s Immortal Lord Chu Feng! He’s finally come—could it be he’s truly going to accept Fang Yun as a disciple?”

“Kneeling for three days and nights—he’s actually moved the Immortal Lord! If only I could be accepted as a disciple, not to mention three days and nights, I'd kneel for seven, or even a whole year!”

The crowd erupted in a flurry of speculation.

The Fang Yun who had originally given up on becoming a disciple was now wild with excitement.

He kowtowed repeatedly to Chu Feng, crying, “Disciple Fang Yun humbly begs the Immortal Lord to take me as his student!”

Chu Feng radiated a majestic aura, intimidating without anger, his overwhelming pressure sweeping across the entire solitary peak. The disciples at the foot of the mountain staggered beneath this force.

Some simply collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

“So this is the power of a Nascent Soul Immortal Lord… Incredible.”

“This is nothing—the Immortal Lord is holding back. Just look at Fang Yun.”

The crushing pressure was directed almost entirely at Fang Yun.

Of course, Chu Feng was only using less than one percent of his true strength.

Even so, Fang Yun was utterly incapable of withstanding it.

He sprawled on the ground, blood pouring from his mouth.

Recently, through constant dual cultivation, Fang Yun had advanced to the eighth stage of Qi Refinement—enough to give him grounds for arrogance.

The Evil Dragon Technique was indeed extraordinary.

Seeing such rapid progress, even Chu Feng was momentarily tempted.

But only for a moment.

Though formidable, the Evil Dragon Technique was riddled with flaws; the mana, bloodline, and talent obtained through such methods appeared to grant immense improvements, but in truth, it was a chaotic mess—hardly worth Chu Feng’s attention.

Chu Feng looked coldly at Fang Yun. “Fang Yun, is it? What makes you worthy of being my disciple?”

Fang Yun quickly replied, “Disciple possesses a supreme spiritual body and a supreme spiritual bloodline, with talent comparable to the kingly class. Moreover, I have benefited from a fortunate encounter since childhood. My cultivation speed is unmatched; in only half a year since entering the sect, I have reached the eighth stage of Qi Refinement and am eligible to compete in the inner sect assessment.”

“If you accept me, I swear never to disappoint you, Immortal Lord!”

“That’s all?”

Chu Feng sneered.

The surrounding disciples erupted in laughter.

So much for his supposed qualifications.

“I thought he was something special, but with those credentials, he wants to become the Immortal Lord’s disciple? I, Li Ji, was born with a kingly body, yet I am still only an inner sect disciple.”

“And I, Xue Yong, also born with a kingly body, am likewise only an inner sect disciple.”

Chu Feng’s voice was icy. “You hear the discussions around you. Do you really think you’re worthy?”

Fang Yun trembled with rage.

He ground out through clenched teeth, “Immortal Lord, they are unworthy because they are weak. But I am different—I am a dragon among men, favored by heaven. In the future, I will surely become a Nascent Soul Immortal Lord. When that day comes, I will honor you as my master, care for you in your old age, and see you to the end of your days.”

“Insolence!”

Chu Feng’s hand swept out, suppressing Fang Yun with a single slap. Already injured and coughing blood, Fang Yun was sent flying dozens of meters, his mana collapsing, his cultivation falling from the eighth to the third stage of Qi Refinement.

His insides churned violently, as if turned upside down.

Fang Yun was dumbfounded.

Boundless fury roiled in his mind.

Chu Feng had actually struck him.

“Just you wait. When I, Fang Yun, succeed in my cultivation, I’ll make you regret this day. I’ll take all your women for myself, and I’ll drain them to death.”

His venomous glare did not escape Chu Feng.

Chu Feng was already plotting how to dispose of him.

Now was the perfect opportunity.

With a wave of his hand, Fang Yun was pinned in midair like a dog.

The air around him squeezed relentlessly; his body groaned under the crushing force, bones snapping audibly.

“Spare me, Immortal Lord, spare me!” Fang Yun was terrified, begging desperately for mercy.

The disciples watching were stunned, whispering among themselves, though most continued to mock.

“The Immortal Lord is not to be insulted.”

“That Fang Yun really has a screw loose. To come before the Immortal Lord seeking death—serves him right.”

Chu Feng gave a cold snort. “You would ‘care for me in old age,’ and insult me? I could kill you for that alone.”

Only then did Fang Yun realize his mistake.

In the mortal world, it was polite to speak of looking after one’s elders.

But this was the Supreme Profound Dao Sect—this was the cultivation world. How could one tell an Immortal Lord that he would “care for him in old age and see him to his end”? Wasn’t that cursing the Immortal Lord?

No wonder he was so enraged.

Fang Yun—though the Child of Destiny, blessed with a life-changing opportunity—was, after all, the son of a coachman. He seemed cunning, but was full of holes and common failings. Just like this time.

Fang Yun was on the verge of tears, knowing that Chu Feng would never accept him as a disciple now.

He might even be killed.

With a desperate resolve, he shouted, “I refuse to accept this!”

“Why can Wanwan become your disciple, but not me, Fang Yun?”