Chapter 43: I Will Prove It to You

Chu Feng had long harbored intentions against Liu Rushi. Simply for the sake of a male favorite, she had sought to twist black and white, even attempting to take his life. Perhaps she believed herself invincible, or perhaps she had simply lived too long and grown weary of life. In that case, he would grant her wish.

The Ninety-Nine Palms of the Dragon Subduer—Chu Feng needed only to unleash a single golden dragon to completely suppress Liu Rushi.

Liu Rushi, late-stage Nascent Divinity, indeed had reason for her arrogance. It was this pride that made her disregard Ye Zishan and Zhao Ping, acting at her whim with no regard for anyone else.

But the moment Chu Feng struck, everyone present was left in shock.

The power of his primordial spirit.

"You've broken through to the Divine Transformation Realm," Liu Rushi cried out in alarm.

Divine Transformation—a true pillar of the Supreme Profound Dao Sect. Even the sect leader, Xiang Yutian, would have to show him the respect due to a disciple before a master.

If punishing a Nascent Soul Immortal Venerable was as simple to her as reopening the Hall of Discipline, dealing with a Divine Ancestor was an entirely different matter, one for which she had no qualification.

"So that's the reason. Clearly, your lifespan was at its end, your body withered and old, yet you suddenly returned to youth with your cultivation undiminished. It turns out you’ve broken through to early Divine Transformation."

"But what of it? Even so, you’re only at the early stage. You bullied my Fang Yun—there will be a price to pay."

In Liu Rushi’s mind, even if Chu Feng had stepped into the Divine Transformation Realm, he was only at the beginning; it was impossible for him to be her match. In fact, with the birth of a new Divine Ancestor, this was the perfect time to teach him a lesson, to show him who truly ruled the Supreme Profound Dao Sect. Even as a Divine Ancestor, he would still have to heed her will.

Her word was law. Even Ye Zishan and Zhao Ping dared not utter a word of protest against her actions.

But in the very next instant, Liu Rushi’s expression changed dramatically.

Confronted by Chu Feng’s golden dragon, all her attacks were as fragile as paper—crumbling to dust in an instant, she was sent flying like a straw doll, spitting blood as she soared through the air.

"How is this possible? Why is your power so overwhelming?"

"You’ve only just broken through to Divine Transformation!"

Chu Feng shook his head. "Does my strength matter so much?"

"What matters is this: Elder Liu, I have just one question for you. May I now present my evidence and show you what kind of person this Fang Yun truly is?"

"You’re truly devoted to your favorite—just a few words from him and you act without restraint, disregarding all others, even going so far as to try to kill me. Where do you get your courage?"

"Liu Rushi, with strength like yours, crushing you would be as easy as crushing an ant. Do you believe me?"

Boom.

A mighty aura erupted from Chu Feng, sweeping toward Liu Rushi like a raging storm. Before him, she was as helpless as a lone boat tossed upon a boundless sea, on the verge of being smashed to pieces—she had not even the slightest chance of resistance.

The level of power cultivated from the Grand Celestial Immortal Art was already far above those of the same realm, and with the further amplification of the Great Sorrow of Yin and Yang, Chu Feng now seemed as vast and unfathomable as the endless ocean.

What was Liu Rushi, after all?

Since she was so eager to seek death, Chu Feng would grant her wish.

The oppressive aura swept across the room; its lingering force alone left all present trembling with terror.

Ye Zishan and Zhao Ping, both Divine Ancestors, exchanged glances, each seeing shock and disbelief in the other’s eyes.

Lu Linglong, by contrast, was overjoyed.

As for Xiang Yutian, his heart was filled with nothing but bitterness. He had thought Chu Feng was at death’s door, his lifespan exhausted, ready to perish at any moment. Even if he had stumbled across some fortuitous chance, at best he might have extended his life by a few years. Never had he expected Chu Feng to break into the Divine Transformation Realm—and not a normal one, at that.

Even Liu Rushi, the Supreme Elder, was no match for him, suppressed with ease.

Chu Feng swept the crowd with his gaze, knowing he had achieved his purpose of intimidating all present. With a cold snort, he said, "I trust there are no objections to my words now?"

"None."

"Who would have thought that Elder Chu Feng was in fact a Divine Ancestor? From this day forth, he is the Supreme Profound Dao Sect's fourth Supreme Elder," Xiang Yutian said bitterly.

Chu Feng regarded him with a frosty look. "Very well, let us now return to the matter of Fang Yun."

"Liu Rushi, didn’t you want me to prove whether or not Fang Yun has cultivated the Evil Dragon Art? I will prove it to you now. And let me assure you, Fang Yun has not only practiced the Evil Dragon Art—strictly speaking, he is no longer even human, but rather a Blood Sea Creature."

From the moment Chu Feng first laid eyes on Fang Yun, the system had issued a prompt.

[Detected: Child of Destiny, Fang Yun. Blood Sea Creature.]
[Modified by the Blood Altar, his virility restored; not only does he retain the True Meaning of the Sunflower, but he can also cultivate the Evil Dragon Art anew. His personal combat power far exceeds others of his realm, and due to modification by the Blood Altar, his soul is even more wicked—he will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.]
[Fate Value: 900,000]

Such a one was destined to become the Son of Heaven’s Mandate; for that reason, he had to die, and quickly.

As Chu Feng spoke, he pointed his finger at Fang Yun.

With Chu Feng’s display of power, no one present dared intervene—not even Liu Rushi. Though she was well pleased with Fang Yun, even doting on him, though she had been willing to punish Chu Feng—a Nascent Soul Immortal Venerable—at Fang Yun’s instigation, she now knew what she was facing.

She did not dare to gamble that Chu Feng would not truly kill her.

At this moment, Chu Feng was like a blade suspended above her head, ready to fall at any instant.

As Chu Feng’s finger pointed forth, Fang Yun’s entire body began to change. Countless crimson threads appeared beneath his skin, writhing like worms within his flesh.

Fang Yun howled in agony, his face twisted with pain, as though suffering a thousand cuts, unable even to cry out. He writhed upon the ground, a horrifying sight to behold.

This process lasted the time it takes to burn a stick of incense.

Fang Yun changed once more. His hands and feet grew larger and longer, claws sprouting from his fingers, wings emerging from his back, his head swelling grotesquely to reveal two rows of razor-sharp teeth, as though he would tear a man to pieces.

Before long, a Blood Altar Creature stood before them all, emitting a cruel and terrifying laughter.

"Chu Feng, I will kill you! You deserve to die!"

Fang Yun—or rather, the Blood Altar Creature—let out a furious roar and lunged at Chu Feng.

Liu Rushi’s face was ashen with despair.

Cries of alarm rang out from the crowd.

"It really is a Blood Altar Creature! A monster that feeds on human essence—kill it!"

Transformed, Fang Yun’s power soared, rising from late Foundation Establishment all the way to a level equivalent to Divine Transformation.