Chapter 31 The First Eunuch of the Cultivation World

Chu Feng laughed heartily and said, “Have you, the dignified Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Demon, never heard this saying? ‘Drink today, be drunk today; let tomorrow’s flood come as it may.’ I care nothing for what the future holds—right now, I only desire you.”

He laughed again, “Rest assured, I’ll be gentle with you, and you’ll find it quite pleasurable.”

With those words, he pulled Chen Wanwan into his arms and carried her toward the house. Chen Wanwan’s face turned deathly pale from fright; she struggled desperately, but under the binding spell, she was utterly immobile. All she could do was curse, “Chu Feng, you wretched dog, you brute, let me go!”

At this moment, she never imagined that she—esteemed Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Demon—would be so violated. Chu Feng paid her protests no mind, carrying Chen Wanwan into the house as though he hadn’t heard a thing.

An inevitable and fierce battle unfolded; Chu Feng unleashed every skill he possessed, pouring all his strength into the encounter. Rain poured down in torrents, engulfing the entire Lonely Mountain in a violent storm. The rain lasted a full day and night.

Only then did Chu Feng, deeply satisfied, bring the battle to an end. He examined his system rewards for the first time and found himself amazed:

[Congratulations, Host, for forcefully conquering Chen Wanwan, the Daughter of Destiny, and dual cultivating with her. Chen Wanwan’s fate has surged, elevating her from Daughter of Destiny to Child of Fate. Fate value doubled, gaining 2,000,000 points, and the following rewards:]

[Reward 1: One thousand years of cultivation.]
[Reward 2: Supreme divine skill, Immortal-class—Limitless Divine Eye.]
[Reward 3: Ten-minute late-stage Great Ascension Heavenly Being experience card.]
[Reward 4: Defying-Heaven Comprehension experience card for half an hour.]

Indeed, achievement matches sacrifice.

To forcibly claim Chen Wanwan, the Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Demon, was his wisest move yet.

As Chu Feng reviewed his gains, Chen Wanwan awakened. Though she did not rise, her eyes remained tightly shut, filled with shock as she checked her injuries. By rights, she knew her wounds well, and recovering even partially should have taken years; yet now, astonishingly, a third of her injuries had healed.

And the cultivation method Chu Feng had forced upon her last night—after practicing it, she found unexpected progress. This was why she hadn’t resisted further. As the Holy Maiden, she cultivated the supreme art of the Heavenly Demon Sanctuary, the Heavenly Demon Grand Method, which required purity above all. Once that was lost, her cultivation would plummet.

Yet not only did her cultivation not decrease, it actually improved slightly. What kind of technique was this? Its level and efficacy surely surpassed even the legacy of the Heavenly Demon Sanctuary itself; most importantly, it completely counteracted the side effects of losing her purity under the Grand Method.

Just then, Chu Feng finished receiving his rewards and immediately noticed Chen Wanwan was awake. He smiled inwardly and sprang up.

Chen Wanwan shrieked, “What are you doing? You beast! I am your disciple, and you dare do such things to me—are you even human?”

Chu Feng snorted coldly, “Whether I am human, you’ll soon know. Who was it last night screaming so loudly?”

He continued, “And the cultivation method I taught you—not bad, eh? It’s called the Heaven and Earth Yin-Yang Grand Sorrow Sutra, an immortal-class technique. Why don’t we practice together again? I promise you’ll benefit greatly.”

“No!” Chen Wanwan refused frantically.

But Chu Feng was not about to indulge her. He launched yet another fierce battle. Woman must not be coddled—there is nothing a hail of bullets and thunderous artillery cannot solve. If one battle is not enough, then two; if two are not enough, then three. Eventually, one will surely bring her complete submission.

Besides, with the system in hand, Chu Feng could clearly see Chen Wanwan’s conquest value had reached thirty, even higher than when he conquered Shen Qianxue. Another half day passed before Chu Feng rose, thoroughly satisfied. Under relentless assault, Chen Wanwan finally submitted, conquest value reaching fifty, and she made several verbal promises.

At this point, Chen Wanwan was so exhausted she could barely move a finger. Women—indeed, not one could truly stand against him. To be invincible is such a lonely thing. Next time, he must find several more.

Whether Shen Qianxue, Lu Linglong, or Chen Wanwan, none could withstand even a single round against him.

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While Chu Feng’s artillery thundered, Fang Yun suffered miserably.

To offend a Nascent Soul Immortal Lord by claiming he would care for Chu Feng in his old age—that was cursing Chu Feng to die! Chu Feng was ruthless; he simply castrated Fang Yun, turning him into a eunuch in the cultivation world.

But really, he had it coming.

Returning to the outer sect, the stewards showed no mercy, sending him directly to the filthiest, most exhausting place—the mines.

The mines were dark and sunless, spiritual energy chaotic, utterly unsuitable for cultivation. It was where errant disciples were punished, cast down to labor as retribution.

Fang Yun’s wounds hadn’t even healed before he was thrown into the mines. Endless humiliation nearly drove him mad.

His rage reached its peak, “Chu Feng, you ruined me; I’ll see you dead! Don’t think being an Immortal Lord makes you untouchable. One day, I, Fang Yun, will become a Nascent Soul Immortal Lord too!”

After venting his fury, Fang Yun sat limply on the ground, utterly dejected, muttering, “It’s over—completely over. Now I’m a eunuch; how can I cultivate the Evil Dragon Sutra, how can I achieve Nascent Soul Immortal Lord?”

“Chu Feng, may you die a miserable death!”

“To think I once saw myself as Heaven’s favored son, the dragon among men—and now I’m a laughingstock.”

He laughed bitterly.

A sudden whip crack interrupted his despair. A supervising disciple wielding the Soul-Scourge Whip lashed him fiercely.

“Daring to slack off? Courting death, are you? Get up and keep digging!”

The Soul-Scourge Whip didn’t merely strike flesh; it lashed the soul itself. Each blow hurt the body, but more crucially, damaged the soul. This was the punishment feared most by those sent to the mines.

Fang Yun scrambled to his feet, enduring the pain, and hurriedly said, “Don’t hit me, I’ll dig right now!”

Though his words were compliant, his eyes blazed with hatred. In his heart, he now resented the steward who beat him just as much.

“I, Fang Yun, will have my revenge. I’ll kill you all. Every last one of you must die.”

As his rage boiled, he unconsciously began to circulate the Evil Dragon Sutra.

The supervising steward watched Fang Yun’s retreating figure and snorted coldly, “Daring to offend an Immortal Lord—being castrated was a mercy. Now that you’re in the mines, let’s see how I deal with you.”