Chapter 75: You've Made a Grave Mistake

Of course, although the Divine Dragon’s Nine Transformations was immensely powerful, it came with a great drawback: after using it, there would be a brief period of weakness. Therefore, for Chu Feng, it was imperative to kill with a single strike—otherwise, he would be the one to die.

Chu Feng could clearly feel the immense pressure, especially as he looked at Murong Longcheng, making his heart clench. Yet there was not the slightest sign of retreat or fear in him; instead, he could not help but laugh, murderous intent raging and his fighting spirit soaring. With sword in hand, he charged straight at Murong Longcheng.

Having executed the Dragon God's Nine Transformations and fused a dragon pearl, Murong Longcheng’s power had indeed increased dramatically. Especially his physical strength, which had multiplied dozens of times over. With physical force alone, he could crush most experts.

Unfortunately, Chu Feng was not among those ranks.

Chu Feng had cultivated the first stage of the Ninefold Profound Art, and his physical body had already far surpassed others of his level. Facing Murong Longcheng’s flesh-shattering blows, he remained unfazed, and even pressed the attack, forcing Murong Longcheng onto the defensive.

Murong Longcheng had never suffered such humiliation. He had already played his final card—unleashing the power of an ancient dragon pearl, transforming into a dragon, his combat strength raised to such an extent—yet he still was not Chu Feng’s match. Who was this man, truly? What drove him mad was that, up to this moment, he still did not know his opponent’s name.

“Who are you?!” Murong Longcheng roared in fury.

But before the words had left his mouth, Chu Feng’s sword was already at his face.

Chu Feng regarded Murong Longcheng merely as a touchstone. Having lived nearly a thousand years and fought countless battles, he had recently felt his cultivation advancing a bit too quickly.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Chu Feng shook his head. What a pity—Murong Longcheng had not been of much help to him. In that case, it was time for him to die.

With a single stroke, Chu Feng opened the Heavenly Gate, piercing Murong Longcheng’s chest in an instant. Blood gushed forth, and Murong Longcheng’s assault came to an abrupt halt. His body, like a kite with its string cut, plummeted from the void.

[Congratulations, host, for killing Murong Longcheng, a Grand Ascension Heaven Person. You are awarded 800,000 Destiny Points. Because Murong Longcheng was ranked second on the Earth List, you receive a 100-fold critical reward, totaling 80 million Destiny Points.]

It was worth it. Hahaha—this kill was worth it.

After all, for Chu Feng, Destiny Points were exceedingly hard to come by, and the Destiny Shop was full of treasures he could not afford.

Now, finally, things were looking up. By killing Murong Longcheng and the Azure-eyed Flood Dragon, he directly gained 100 million Destiny Points. Adding to the tens of millions he had accumulated before, he now had just enough to purchase one thousand characters of the Divine Celestial Scripture.

Fifty million for five hundred characters—honest business. Only the first and second purchases provided a discount, for the first thousand characters were merely the foundation of the Divine Celestial Scripture. The remaining two thousand characters were simply beyond reach.

Now, only five hundred characters remained before he could collect the entire Divine Celestial Scripture.

With that, Chu Feng began his usual business of searching the bodies—a task at which he was already thoroughly experienced. The treasures of a Grand Ascension Heaven Person were indeed beyond compare; Fu Wangtian’s possessions paled in comparison, except for a single Sunfire Lotus.

Among the spoils was the “Dragon Taming Canon.”

Chu Feng was quite surprised. This Dragon Taming Canon was recorded on a primitive scroll of dragon hide. As he ran his hand across the scroll, a golden light shot from his fingertip into his mind, and in an instant, Chu Feng absorbed the Canon’s teachings.

It contained methods for contracting with true dragons, rearing them, transforming oneself into a dragon, the Dragon God’s Nine Transformations, and many other profound arts. Most precious among them was a method for obtaining the Dragon Tamer’s bloodline: by taking the essence blood of a dragon, refining it into oneself, and using secret arts, one could acquire the Dragon Tamer’s bloodline.

While he did not possess a true dragon, there was still a flood dragon—moreover, the most precious and powerful kind, the Azure-eyed Flood Dragon. He could indeed obtain the Dragon Tamer’s bloodline.

Of course, the higher the quality of the dragon essence used, the higher the dragons one could command. For Chu Feng, who possessed the Boundless Sacred Body and a god-level bloodline, the Dragon Tamer’s bloodline, though precious, was only as valuable as the quality of the essence infused. The Azure-eyed Flood Dragon simply was not worth it.

Still, while he himself had no use for it, others might.

After cataloguing Murong Longcheng’s treasures, he turned to the Azure-eyed Flood Dragon.

During the battle, Chen Wanwan had watched from a distance. Now, thoroughly shocked, she exclaimed in disbelief, “You actually killed Murong Longcheng!”

Chu Feng smiled, “I suppose I don’t need to go to the Heavenly Demon Sanctuary now, do I?”

Chen Wanwan replied gravely, “No, you must come with me to the Heavenly Demon Sanctuary immediately.”

“Do you not understand? Though Murong Longcheng was only a retainer in the Jiang Clan, his status was exceedingly high—even higher than most of the direct descendants. Coupled with his Dragon Tamer’s bloodline and his second place on the rankings, the entire Jiang Clan is likely to go mad with rage.”

“As an imperial clan, the Jiangs are notoriously domineering, never hesitating to slaughter a thousand to avoid sparing a hundred. I fear the entire Grand Profound Dao Sect may face annihilation.”

“Then there is Fu Wangtian—his father, Fu Yuanshan, is a Tribulation Crossing Heavenly Lord.”

Chu Feng’s expression grew grave. “Is there a solution?”

Chen Wanwan replied, “There is. Come back to the Heavenly Demon Sanctuary with me. With your strength, having slain Murong Longcheng, there’s no doubt you’ll have a place among the Five Great Wanderers of our sect.”

“Don’t underestimate the position of a Great Wanderer. In our sanctuary, the highest authority belongs to the Lord, followed by the Holy Left and Right, then the Four Dharma Kings, the Five Great Wanderers, and the Ten Elders. To become a Wanderer, one must at least rival the powerhouses of the Earth List.”

“To become a Dharma King, you must possess the strength of a Tribulation Crossing Heavenly Lord.”

Chu Feng shook his head, “We’ll discuss this later. Perhaps there are other ways.”

Chen Wanwan said, “The only other way is for you to reach the realm of Tribulation Crossing Heavenly Lord yourself.”

“The path to that realm is treacherous beyond measure. Only when you truly attempt to break through will you understand how many Grand Ascension Heaven Persons are forever stuck at that step.”

Chu Feng replied with unwavering resolve, “Nevertheless, I want to try. Perhaps what is difficult for others will be easy for me.”

“All right, let’s go. We should return and feast on this Azure-eyed Flood Dragon.”

Chen Wanwan’s interest was piqued, “I’ll say this first—the dragon’s eyes are mine.”

“No problem,” Chu Feng agreed readily.

……

In the Jiang Clan Mountains—

With Murong Longcheng’s death, the disciples and elders charged with guarding the soul lamps immediately sensed it. His soul lamp had gone out.

And it was none other than Murong Longcheng’s soul lamp.

All the elders and disciples were terrified, and the entire Soul Hall burst into an uproar.

“Something terrible has happened—Lord Murong’s soul lamp has gone out!”

The news spread rapidly throughout the Jiang Clan. Countless powerful auras instantly enveloped the clan.

“Murong Longcheng is dead—who did this?”

“Someone dares challenge the Jiang Clan? Has the Eastern Desolation forgotten the might of our imperial bloodline?”

Fu Wangtian’s death had barely caused a ripple in the Jiang Clan. But the death of Murong Longcheng shook the entire clan to its core.