Chapter 50 Blinding Both Eyes

The grand competition had officially begun. The first stage involved only disciples under thirty-five years old who had reached the Qi Refining stage.

Chu Feng was not here to watch the contest, but rather to seek out Nangong Yanran. At this moment, however, Zhao Dongdong was by his side, and Chu Feng began teasing her.

Zhao Dongdong’s heart was in turmoil. Since childhood, she had been exceptionally gifted, born with a divine physique and stunning beauty. Upon reaching adulthood, countless suitors had pursued her. Moreover, she was the granddaughter of a Nascent Soul peak Immortal Lord—being called a fairy was hardly an exaggeration. Naturally, she possessed a proud, confident, and noble demeanor, always aloof and dismissive toward men.

Yet today, she had been aggressively courted by someone, and it was clear refusal was not an option. Turning her gaze, she saw Chu Feng smiling at her, making her already chaotic heart even more tangled.

“Brother Chu Feng,” she said.

Chu Feng nodded, “You’ve agreed.”

“No, I haven’t. Let me think about it,” Zhao Dongdong quickly shook her head.

Chu Feng responded casually, “Take your time. No matter what you decide, you are already my Dao companion. That fact cannot be changed.”

“How can you be so unreasonable?” Zhao Dongdong was suddenly anxious.

Chu Feng shook his head, “I am not being unreasonable. I’ve given you time to consider carefully, haven’t I?”

“Though the result is the same.”

“If you agree, I’ll immediately go to Zhao Tian and formally propose. I believe he’ll surely consent.”

Zhao Dongdong was so exasperated she turned away, choosing to ignore Chu Feng completely.

While Chu Feng was teasing Zhao Dongdong, in a nearby private box, Nangong Yanran and Lu Linglong happened to notice him.

“It’s him—he actually came too, and he’s flirting with another young girl,” Lu Linglong said angrily.

Nangong Yanran laughed, “What’s wrong? He’s flirting with so few girls, or do you think the two of us weren’t lured over by him?”

“Hmph,” Lu Linglong snorted coldly, “We’ll deal with him after the competition.”

“Yanran, let’s join forces and drain him dry.”

“Yes, let’s drain him completely,” Nangong Yanran replied, smiling.

The scene of Chu Feng teasing Zhao Dongdong was also seen by Han Feng not far away. His eyes nearly blazed with fury. If looks could kill, Chu Feng would have died a thousand times right then.

Of course, such murderous eyes did not escape Chu Feng’s notice.

Chu Feng had wanted to teach this brat a lesson. If not for the setting of the competition, he would have acted already—perhaps not to kill, but certainly to suppress him, slowly knocking him down from the status of Child of Destiny to merely a Child of Fortune, before finishing him off. Such a simple matter—like harvesting crops, one after another. The rewards for killing a Child of Fortune were generous; Chu Feng could well imagine what rewards would come from slaying the Child of Destiny.

He had planned to wait until after the competition, find an opportunity to deal with Han Feng. But now Han Feng was glaring at him in such a way.

What did it mean?

Looking for death, regardless of circumstance, are you? Very well, I’ll oblige you.

Chu Feng immediately rose and strode toward Han Feng.

Han Feng, meanwhile, remained oblivious, quickly turning his attention to another target—a beauty rated A-class. The highest grade he’d encountered before was A. This woman was called Xia Ziwei, from the Profound Heart Dao Sect, a core disciple whose master was rumored to be a late-stage Golden Core elder.

Using jokes from his previous life on Blue Star, Han Feng made Xia Ziwei laugh uncontrollably. Especially as her affection level soared, Han Feng temporarily forgot his frustration over Chu Feng and Zhao Dongdong.

Just as he was in high spirits, Chu Feng appeared, startling him so much he trembled.

“You—what do you want?” Han Feng stammered. “I’ve already broken things off with Zhao Dongdong. This is the Nangong family’s grand competition. Surely you won’t make a move here?”

Smack.

Chu Feng’s palm struck Han Feng’s face. Han Feng cried out, half his face swelling instantly, blood trickling from his lips. He glared at Chu Feng with hatred.

Xia Ziwei pulled Han Feng behind her, saying, “Who are you? How can you hit people?”

Chu Feng smiled, “Han Feng, I see you’ve managed to attract another little flower in just a short while.”

“Girl, I advise you to step aside. I’m here for Han Feng—it has nothing to do with you. Don’t force me to hit you too.”

Xia Ziwei retorted angrily, “Go ahead, if you dare. Do you know who I am?”

“And who are you?” Chu Feng asked disdainfully.

Xia Ziwei declared, “Listen well. I am Xia Ziwei from the Profound Heart Dao Sect. My master, Lin Tianxue, is a late-stage Golden Core elder.”

“Get lost.”

Chu Feng’s eyes were cold. “Your master wouldn’t dare speak to me like this. You step forward, courting death.”

“If you were a Daughter of Fortune, I might be interested. But you are nothing—daring to stand out and court death. Killing you is as easy as crushing an ant.”

With that, Chu Feng waved his hand.

Xia Ziwei was instantly immobilized. A surge of terror swept over her, on the verge of collapse, as though she were about to die.

Han Feng panicked, unconsciously stepping back two paces, then turned to flee into the crowd, shouting aloud.

But the next moment, he found himself in a space of utter darkness—unable to see his hand before his face, his shouts echoing around him. The boundless fear nearly suffocated him. Out of the darkness, Chu Feng appeared like a devil.

He snorted coldly, “Just now, you hated me, even wanted to kill me.”

Han Feng shook his head, “No, I absolutely did not. You can’t kill me. You, a dignified Nascent Soul Immortal Lord, killing a Foundation Establishment disciple—wouldn’t that tarnish your reputation?”

Chu Feng sneered, “Who said I’m going to kill you?”

The Child of Destiny is not easy to kill. But since you dared glare at me with hatred, I’ll just gouge out your eyes.

With a sweep of sword intent, he stabbed Han Feng’s eyes.

Han Feng let out a terrifying scream. “My eyes!”

Blood streamed from his eyes.

And at the moment Chu Feng pierced his eyes, Han Feng fell from the darkness—not into the light, but into an abyss of shadows.

When he appeared in the arena, everyone could see clearly—blood flowed, his eyes wounded.

Chu Feng, meanwhile, seemed never to have left Zhao Dongdong’s side. The spectacle forced even the competition to pause, with people rushing to investigate.

Just as Han Feng was about to curse Chu Feng, a voice suddenly sounded in his ear: “You may curse me, but if you utter a single word, I’ll cut out your tongue.”

Han Feng swallowed his words, terrified, and staggered out of the arena in retreat.