Chapter 45: Coming to Demand a Divorce Letter

Just as Lu Linglong was about to speak, Chu Feng strode forward, scooped her into his arms, and said, "Oh? You dare refuse me? Let’s see if I don’t teach you a lesson."

A fierce battle raged for an entire day and night.

At last, Chu Feng emerged victorious over both women.

With the blessing of the Great Sorrow Sutra of Heaven and Earth’s Yin and Yang, all three reaped tremendous benefits.

None more so than Nangong Yanran. For the first time in her life, she gained so much that she was utterly astonished. Overwhelmed by her newfound power, she threw her arms around Chu Feng and exclaimed, "Husband, to think you possessed such a technique! Why didn’t you come to me sooner? Had I known, I would never have let you escape me."

Chu Feng smiled gently. "It’s not too late to cultivate now."

"Indeed." Nangong Yanran declared, "So I’ve made a momentous decision: I’m not leaving."

"Nothing could please me more," Chu Feng replied with a hearty laugh.

...

And so, a month quickly slipped by.

During this time, Chu Feng took up residence on Linglong Peak.

Of course, while dual cultivating, he did not remain idle—he also claimed his rewards.

A grant of two thousand years’ worth of cultivation allowed his power to soar from the peak of the Nascent Soul stage to the mid-stage of Integration.

Even before, at the zenith of the Nascent Soul realm, his strength was unmatched within the Supreme Mystery Dao Sect; now, having reached the Integration stage, he would be unrivaled across the whole of Sword Province.

Yet, in the grand scheme of the Eastern Wasteland, this still amounted to little.

Their sect, after all, was but a second-rate one—not worth mentioning. It was no wonder Chen Wanwan looked down on the Supreme Mystery Dao Sect.

The reward for slaying Fang Yun had indeed been bountiful.

The Blood Sea Demon Sword—a treasure that could grow in power.

Yet, with the immortal-grade Blazing Heaven Sword already in his possession, Chu Feng felt no urgency to refine it. Besides, forging such a weapon required numerous rare materials: the Ancient Blood Crystal was only the most ordinary among them. He had no idea where to procure items like the Lunar Divine Stone or the Hell Source Stone.

One day, while Chu Feng was cultivating, a disciple came to report that someone wished to see him, and that the sect master, Xiang Yutian, was entertaining the guest.

Chu Feng frowned and said, "If they wish to see me, let them come in person. Do they not understand even this basic courtesy?"

The disciple opened his mouth, hesitated, and finally withdrew in silence.

Within the Hall of Supreme Mystery, a middle-aged man sat in the place of honor—the very seat reserved for sect assemblies and the sect master.

As for Xiang Yutian, the sect master of Supreme Mystery Dao Sect, he stood anxiously below, too fearful to offend the distinguished guest before him.

"My lord, please be patient. I’ve already sent for our Grand Elder; he’ll be here shortly," Xiang Yutian said obsequiously.

"Is that so?" the middle-aged man replied. "If memory serves, the position of Grand Elder in your sect requires at least the Integration stage, but this Chu Feng—he’s only at the Nascent Soul stage."

When he’d set out, he’d been told Chu Feng was only at the Core Formation stage.

But what did it matter if Chu Feng had advanced? He paid it little mind.

He snorted coldly. "You have the time it takes for a single incense stick to burn. If he’s not here by then, don’t blame me for losing my temper. Your sect won’t be able to bear the consequences."

Xiang Yutian nodded hastily. "Yes, my lord, please wait."

At that moment, the disciple sent to summon Chu Feng returned.

"Has the Grand Elder arrived?" Xiang Yutian pressed.

The disciple reported, "Sect Master, the Grand Elder says that if anyone wishes to see him, let them come to him in person."

"He wants me to go to him?" The middle-aged man’s aura suddenly erupted, fearsome and overwhelming, sweeping through the hall. The reporting disciple was tossed aside like a ragdoll, spitting blood as he landed. Xiang Yutian staggered back several steps, his blood surging, barely managing not to spit out blood himself.

Bitterness filled Xiang Yutian’s heart. He was about to apologize when the middle-aged man stood and said, "I want to see for myself what makes this Chu Feng think he can summon me."

"Lead the way."

"Ah..." Xiang Yutian had feared the man would lash out in anger and that he himself would not escape unscathed, but instead, the man went straight to make trouble for Chu Feng. Relieved, he quickly forgot Chu Feng’s dread power and the risk of future retribution, selling him out without hesitation.

"I’ll take my lord to him at once."

Linglong Peak.

Chu Feng gazed at the middle-aged man who had suddenly appeared. Instantly, a sense of peril rose within him.

With his Supreme Eye of the Divine and the aid of his system, he immediately discerned the man’s identity:

[Fu Wangtian, late-stage Integration realm, emissary of the Jiang clan. His purpose is to intimidate the host into writing a divorce letter to sever ties with Shen Qianxue, thereby freeing her to marry a scion of the Jiang clan.]

So that’s what this was—a rival come to steal his woman.

Late-stage Integration. For the Supreme Mystery Dao Sect, such power could obliterate the entire sect.

Fortunately, Fang Yun had been resurrected by the Blood Cavern and slain by Chu Feng a second time, earning him two thousand years’ worth of cultivation and propelling him to mid-stage Integration. Otherwise, he might not have stood a chance.

Now, however, he was curious to see what the man would do.

The middle-aged man snorted. "You are Chu Feng?"

"I am," replied Chu Feng. "You’re the one who sought me out."

"From the imperial Jiang clan," the man declared.

Fu Wangtian’s eyes narrowed. "You know who I am?"

"I don’t," Chu Feng said. "But you came here to make me write a divorce letter."

Taking the initiative, forcing the other into a corner—Chu Feng’s words left Fu Wangtian momentarily stunned. But he quickly regained his composure. "Very well. Since you know, that simplifies matters. Write the letter obediently, and all will be well."

Chu Feng shook his head. "And if I refuse?"

A wave of murderous intent and fury exploded from the man, his gaze sharp as a blade. If Chu Feng dared defy him...

"Refuse, and you die. Not only that, but your entire sect will be buried with you."

Chu Feng burst out laughing.

"Very well, then. I’m eager to see how you’ll destroy my sect and kill me. The imperial Jiang clan of the Eastern Wasteland sends you, a man named Fu, to do their bidding. So you’re just a dog raised by the Jiangs. If they want my woman, let a true scion of the clan come ask me in person. You are unworthy."

"You know my name?" Fu Wangtian frowned.

"Did a member of the Jiang clan tip you off?"

"It matters not who warned you. You cannot escape death," Fu Wangtian said coldly.

With a wave of his hand, the sky filled with countless fireballs, densely packed and surging toward Chu Feng.

These were no ordinary flames, but the Divine Solar Fire—one of the thirty-three divine fires of all the heavens, under the Jiang clan’s control. Fu Wangtian had rendered great service to the clan to be granted this power.