Chapter 44 From Now On, Everything Is Up to Me

“He truly deserves death.”

With a single stroke, Chu Feng brought his sword down.

Heaven-Scorching Sword.

A single slash to open the Gates of Heaven.

In an instant, the immense sword will annihilated the bloodsea creature, Fang Yun. The sword intent surged forth, its power undiminished, soaring into the clouds, enveloping the entire Supreme Profound Dao Sect in a suffocating shroud, as if the apocalypse itself had descended, pressing heavily upon every heart.

“So powerful…”

If Chu Feng’s earlier defeat of Liu Rushi with a single palm had already stunned everyone present, then this sword now plunged them into despair.

Especially Ye Zishan and Zhao Ping, the two Nascent Soul ancestors—they realized with bitter clarity that, under such a sword, they would have perished without a doubt.

Liu Rushi’s face was even paler, drained of all color.

She realized—she had been wrong, utterly wrong.

Her own male pet was actually a monster.

A bloodhole creature, altered by the Bloodhole Method—so the Evil Dragon Technique he cultivated must also be genuine.

The Evil Dragon Technique steals yin to replenish yang.

No wonder she had felt so thoroughly exhausted these past few days—she had blamed it on excess, but now it was clear she had been drained dry.

At the very moment Chu Feng slew Fang Yun, the system chimed in, as if perfectly on cue.

“Congratulations to the host for once again killing a Child of Fate—bloodsea creature Fang Yun. You have gained 5,000,000 Fate Points and the following rewards.”

“Reward One: Growth-type Immortal Sword; Forging Method for the Bloodsea Demon Sword.”

“Reward Two: Immortal-level Soul Secret Art—Netherworld Visualization Technique.”

“Reward Three: 2,000 years of mana.”

Such generous rewards.

“Fang Yun, if you have another life to spare, that would be best.”

Like an indestructible cockroach—this was the second time he had killed him.

And each time, the rewards grew richer.

Of course.

Chu Feng closed the system.

He swept his gaze across the gathering and said, “Having reached the pinnacle of Nascent Soul, I believe I am qualified to become the Supreme Elder of the Supreme Profound Dao Sect, am I not?”

“Indeed, you should.”

“We never expected Ancestor Chu Feng to surpass us all,” Ye Zishan nodded.

Chu Feng’s eyes fell upon Xiang Yutian. “And what does the Sect Master say?”

“Shouldn’t you give me an explanation? This is the second time, isn’t it? Did you really think I was at the end of my lifespan?”

Everyone was puzzled.

What did this have to do with Xiang Yutian?

Xiang Yutian trembled in fear and hurriedly said, “Forgive me, Supreme Elder. It was my lack of discernment that offended you. Please, for the sake of my position as Sect Master, spare me this once.”

“I, Xiang Yutian, am willing to make amends to you, Supreme Elder.”

Chu Feng replied, “Amends? Let’s see what kind of compensation you can offer.”

“If I recall, the Sect Master possesses an Ancient Blood Crystal. I want it.”

The Bloodsea Demon Sword required three of the rarest forging materials, and the Ancient Blood Crystal was one of them—a supreme material, which Xiang Yutian had obtained by chance.

He had intended to use it to upgrade his own life-bound magic treasure. He hadn’t had it long, but now he could only part with it reluctantly.

He immediately produced the Ancient Blood Crystal from his person.

Even Liu Rushi, Ye Zishan, and Zhao Ping couldn’t help but covet it.

If not for their status, they would have stepped forward to claim it from Xiang Yutian long ago.

But now, naturally, it belonged to Chu Feng.

Accepting the Ancient Blood Crystal, Chu Feng said, “I’ll let you off for now. If there’s a next time, I won’t hesitate to make you disappear forever.”

“Thank you, Supreme Elder.” Cold sweat beaded Xiang Yutian’s brow.

Finally, Chu Feng’s gaze rested upon Liu Rushi.

Suddenly, Liu Rushi’s cheeks flushed pink, her eyes lowered bashfully. “Chu… Chu Feng, I admit I was wrong this time. I was too trusting, beguiled by Fang Yun’s honeyed words. I know my mistake now. If you can forgive me, I still have some beauty left, and I’ve reached the Nascent Soul stage. I am well-versed in dual cultivation—I can cultivate with you.”

“Ugh.”

Chu Feng hadn’t expected such a proposition and nearly gagged on the spot.

That was too much.

“Get out.”

“Have you ever looked at yourself in a mirror? You’re so hideous you could scare away demons. Only a bloodhole creature like Fang Yun would touch you. As for dual cultivation—even if I were to dual cultivate, I’d choose Linglong, the most beautiful woman in the Supreme Profound Dao Sect.”

“You’re calling me ugly?” Liu Rushi shrieked, forgetting her fear of Chu Feng’s power entirely.

Only one thought remained: You can kill me, but you cannot call me ugly.

Chu Feng snorted coldly. “Am I wrong? If you’re not ugly, who is? Don’t believe me? Go look in the mirror. Not only are you ugly, you’re shockingly ugly—enough to make people want to vomit.”

“Now get out.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Chu Feng realized something.

He snarled, “Well, you almost tricked me. Didn’t you want me cast into the Icefire Prison? Fine. I now declare that Liu Rushi is to be thrown into the Icefire Prison.”

“I trust none of you have any objections?”

“None.”

“Liu Rushi deserves the Icefire Prison.”

Who would dare object? Not to mention Liu Rushi’s past as a domineering bully, this time she’d been bewitched by a bloodhole creature and reopened the Tribunal to punish Chu Feng.

If Chu Feng had been an ordinary disciple, perhaps nothing would have come of it, but she had kicked an iron wall.

She deserved it.

…

Linglong Peak.

With the matter at the Tribunal resolved, Chu Feng followed Lu Linglong to Linglong Peak, heading straight for her private chambers.

Such scenes had long become routine for Chu Feng; he was used to them. Even the disciples of Linglong Peak would simply smile knowingly, aware of what Chu Feng was up to.

After all, this was their master’s Dao companion.

Oh?

“Yanran is here too.”

Chu Feng was instantly delighted.

One could not act alone, but add another person and things changed.

He walked over.

After all, Nangong Yanran herself had once proposed to become his Dao companion, and her conquest value had started at a remarkable 90. As for Lu Linglong, the two of them had clashed countless times—if not a hundred times, then at least ninety—yet her score had always hovered at 89. Now, knowing he had reached the pinnacle of Nascent Soul, powerful enough to subdue three Supreme Elders, her value had finally risen to 92.

It was a pity that, despite such high conquest values, they had never really sparred properly. Now that she was here, how could Chu Feng let the opportunity slip by?

“Excellent. Why don’t we find a place to spar? I’ve been longing for this.”

Nangong Yanran smiled. “Husband, don’t be hasty—Linglong is still here.”

Chu Feng smiled back. “Of course, it’s all together.”

“Didn’t Linglong tell you that your husband’s strength is not so easily overcome? You might not manage on your own.”

Nangong Yanran’s eyes sparkled. “Then I must give it my all.”

“Linglong, may I borrow a room?”

Lu Linglong rolled her eyes. “No. If you want to spar, find your own place. Don’t make a mess in mine.”

Nangong Yanran laughed, walked up to Lu Linglong, and hugged her. “Linglong, aren’t we the best of friends?”