Chapter 51: Han Feng's Madness

[The host has suppressed the Child of Destiny for the first time, reducing his fortune value by one million points. Since this is the first reduction, a tenfold critical hit has been triggered, yielding ten million fortune points.]
[Additionally, you are rewarded with an Immortal Emperor-level treasure: the Golden Crow Twin Wings.]
These can be used in conjunction with the Rainbow Transformation Technique, enhancing speed by 300%.

Looking at Han Feng again, his fortune value was now only 3.8 million.

"That can’t be right. Didn’t I threaten him before and already suppress his luck once? Why does it still count as the first time?" Chu Feng inquired.

[The previous attempt didn’t count. To suppress the Child of Destiny’s fortune, two conditions must be met: you must be the Heaven-defying Villain, and you must inflict serious harm on the Child of Destiny, damaging his very foundation—such as blinding both his eyes.]

Regret washed over him.

So, the first lesson he gave that brat had been far too gentle.

Even the system couldn’t stand to watch anymore.

The duel continued.

Blinded, Han Feng stumbled out of the arena and left the city of the Nangong family. Fortunately, his spiritual sense remained intact.

He didn’t know how long he flew.

Suddenly, his spiritual energy became chaotic; his injuries flared up. He spat a mouthful of fresh blood and plummeted headlong toward the ground.

He passed out.

He didn’t know how long he slept.

Slowly opening his eyes, he found only darkness. Memories flooded back into his mind—Chu Feng.

"It was you who blinded me, stole my woman, and left me in this state. I won’t let you get away with it."

Creak.

Just then—

The door opened.

Footsteps echoed, followed by a melodious voice.

"You’re awake. Don’t move—your eyes are injured. You’re in an unfamiliar place; don’t hurt yourself."

[Beep, beep, beep.]

At that moment, Han Feng’s system activated.

[An S-rank beauty detected. Host, please pursue her as soon as possible.]

Han Feng was instantly rattled.

The first time he’d met Zhao Dongdong, she’d only been deemed S-rank by the system. Now, this new encounter was with an SS-rank beauty. He realized something: beauties could be leveled up.

He didn’t know what conditions Zhao Dongdong had met to increase her ranking, but the woman before him, under his spiritual scrutiny, appeared to be an ordinary person—not a cultivator. It seemed one didn’t have to be a cultivator to reach S-rank.

If she became a cultivator, perhaps her rating could rise.

Yet now, with his eyes gouged out and his pride trampled, he was consumed by hatred—hatred that could not be reconciled. All of it was due to Chu Feng. He would kill him, tear him limb from limb.

A beauty stood before him.

Rather than pursue her step by step, Han Feng realized a simple truth: sometimes direct action was best.

Women, when you use a bit of strategy—once, twice, again and again—their hearts will slowly warm to you. Even if you force things, as long as you take responsibility afterward, any woman can be moved.

Some lives are spent enduring humiliation; some, resigned to fate.

A smile crept across Han Feng’s face. He abruptly stood, facing the beauty. "My name is Han Feng. I am an immortal cultivator."

"An immortal?" the woman exclaimed in disbelief. "You’re an immortal?"

Han Feng nodded. "Indeed, I am. I want you to be my woman. Will you?"

"I... I—"

Before she could answer, Han Feng scooped her into his arms.

He laid her directly on the bed, intent on acting against her will.

In a panic, the woman struggled desperately to push Han Feng away, crying, "Immortal, please, no! I’m already married, I have a husband—please, I beg you, let me go, please..."

Han Feng didn’t stop.

An S-rank beauty—he had to have her.

The law of the strong: he was an immortal, she a mere mortal.

Rip!

Han Feng tore open the woman’s clothing.

He was about to proceed when the door burst open.

A man charged in, wielding a curved blade and shouting, "You beast! Let go of my wife!"

Interrupted at the critical moment, Han Feng’s fury was boundless. Though blind, his cultivation and spiritual sense remained. With a wave of his hand, powerful magic surged forth.

The man was thrown like a ragdoll, smashing into the wall and dying instantly.

With no one left to hinder him, Han Feng lunged at the woman again.

An incense stick’s time passed.

Han Feng was deeply frustrated.

Affection rating: -20.

Even after forcing himself upon her, the affection rating had only risen from -50 to -20.

He had the Deluxe Romance System—affection had to reach 60 to earn rewards.

Novels truly led men to their doom.

Still, novels also said: if once doesn’t work, try twice; with persistence, she’d surely give in.

With billions of encounters each day, how could she not yield?

Sweeping his spiritual sense over the weeping beauty, Han Feng pounced once more.

...

At the Nangong family, the grand tournament was drawing to a close.

After dealing with Han Feng, Chu Feng was struck by inspiration.

He could use all the jokes and anecdotes from his previous life on Blue Star.

Zhao Dongdong had never heard such things; sure enough, they worked like a charm, actually earning Chu Feng a conquest value and a fortune reward. Of course, having not fully won her over, the reward had not yet been received.

The tournament ended.

"I want to go back now," Zhao Dongdong said.

Chu Feng nodded. "Very well. Go ahead. In a few days, I’ll come personally to your Breaking Sky Sword Sect and formally propose to your grandfather. It’s settled."

"Ah?"

The mention of a marriage proposal left Zhao Dongdong flustered.

She grew anxious. "No! I haven’t even agreed to be with you yet."

Chu Feng replied domineeringly, "You don’t have the right to refuse."

Zhao Dongdong protested, "How can you be so overbearing?"

"I don’t care. My grandfather dotes on me. When I return, I’ll tell him never to approve your proposal," she declared.

Chu Feng laughed. "Go ahead and ask him. See if he dares refuse me. In fact, if your grandfather learns that I wish to make you my Dao companion, won’t he personally deliver you to my Taixuan Dao Sect?"

Now that he was Supreme Elder of Taixuan Dao Sect, had suppressed Liu Rushi, and even punished her, the likes of Zhao Tian among the sect’s upper echelons could hardly be unaware.

Soul Transformation Realm.

Zhao Tian had tried every means but failed to break through, exhausting himself in the process.

Yet now, an opportunity stood before him—how could he not be moved?

"Don’t believe me?" Chu Feng smiled.

"I don’t believe you for a second," Zhao Dongdong said through gritted teeth.

"You’ll see when you return," Chu Feng replied. "Now that you’re more or less mine, I won’t let you suffer. Here—take this. It will help protect you."

With that, Chu Feng produced an immortal sword.

This sword was called Solar Blaze, a Nascent Soul-level immortal sword—once a war trophy, now beneath his notice, but to Zhao Dongdong, it was a priceless treasure.

"You’re really giving this to me?" she asked in surprise.

Chu Feng nodded. "What, you don’t want it?"

"Of course I want it! Why wouldn’t I? This is a Nascent Soul-level immortal sword—how could I refuse?" she exclaimed, snatching it away.