Chapter 83: A Devoted Fool Until Death-Dumped While Cultivating Immortality in Old Age—Now That I’m Dead, System, You Finally Show Up?(With a single stroke, the landscape is brought to life.)

"Li Jinglei, grade A beauty."
"Feng Qingqing, grade A beauty."
"Yu Zhaozhao, grade B beauty."
"Zhao Xue'er, grade B beauty."

Han Feng's eyes gleamed as his mouth fell slightly open in a greedy expression, as if he might start drooling on the spot. True to his expectations, the women around Cui Yuxuan were all of an exceptionally high grade.

Of the four before him now, all were grade B or above—surpassing the beauty of any woman he had encountered since his transmigration.

"They're all mine, every last one. If I can win them all over, not only will I enjoy the blessings of a harem, but I'll also receive bountiful rewards."

"Jialuo, SS-grade beauty."

Outside, the battle raged on.

Jialuo, still uneasy, ignored the aches all over her body and stepped out. The moment she appeared, Han Feng, who had already been excited, completely lost his composure.

He turned to the Elder of Heart Demons and said, "Master, I've found an SS-grade beauty. If I can take her, treasures of the Immortal Emperor will be within reach."

The Elder looked in the direction Han Feng indicated and nodded. "This woman is indeed extraordinary."

"But the young man beside her..."

Han Feng followed his gaze.

"It's him."

Only then did Han Feng notice Chu Feng, who had come out with Jialuo. A surge of murderous intent erupted within him, and he gritted his teeth. "Master, that's Chu Feng—the one who took Zhao Dongdong from me and blinded me. If I hadn't met you and cultivated the Eye of the Heart, I'd be a blind man now."

The Eye of the Heart did not rely on sight but on the power of one's spirit.

"Master, you must avenge your disciple—kill him."

The Elder of Heart Demons frowned. "Are you certain he is the Supreme Elder of the Grand Profound Dao Sect, at the Nascent Soul stage?"

Han Feng heard the hesitation in his master's tone and replied confidently, "Master, how could it not be? Zhao Tian of the Heaven-Piercing Sword Sect said so himself—they've been old friends for centuries."

The Elder nodded. "If that's true, then good. Still, I can't shake off a sense of foreboding."

"My disciple, those of us who cultivate spiritual power have a natural sensitivity to danger. In my experience, this Chu Feng is not simple. We shouldn't linger here. Let us leave."

Han Feng grew anxious. "Master, you're being too cautious. If Chu Feng were truly formidable, would he still remain in a second-rate sect like the Grand Profound Dao Sect, still stay in Sword Province? Of course, Master, you're the exception."

The Elder nodded. "That's true. Sword Province has been in decline—irreversibly so. The calamity of years past, the dangers of Qinling, the severed inheritance—all have left Sword Province a barren place for cultivation. Anyone capable of surpassing the Nascent Soul stage would have left long ago to seek their fortune in the Eastern Wastes."

"As for me, I have returned to Sword Province only to resolve the karma of years past."

"In that case, disciple, do as you wish. I will handle Chu Feng myself."

Han Feng was overjoyed.

"Thank you, Master!"

"Ladies, Han Feng is on his way!"

Their conversation did not escape Chu Feng's notice. The moment the Elder and Han Feng turned their spiritual senses toward him, Chu Feng sensed it at once. Spiritual power was mysterious and unpredictable—fortunately, he too had awakened this power.

"So that's why this notorious sycophant suddenly underwent a transformation, daring to barge into Cui Yuxuan's residence. It was Han Feng's doing all along."

But Han Feng was a bringer of fortune—just perfect for harvesting a wave of luck.

He still lacked a bit of fortune value, and now it was being delivered right to his door.

And there was also Huang Chao.

...

At that moment, Huang Chao, under Han Feng's control, had completely lost his sanity, attacking recklessly without concern for his own safety. Even as four Golden Core cultivators fought him, he did not fall behind.

When Jialuo appeared, her expression changed dramatically and she immediately joined the fray. Despite her weakened state from Chu Feng's earlier efforts, she was still a Golden Core powerhouse. Once she joined, Huang Chao, who had been barely holding his ground, was quickly overwhelmed.

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Huang Chao was covered in wounds, blood streaming from his body. Yet he showed no sign of retreat; instead, he fought with even greater frenzy.

With the combined power of the Divine Eye and his spiritual senses, Han Feng could see his every move with perfect clarity.

Clearly, Han Feng was waiting—waiting for Huang Chao to gain the upper hand before making his move.

Yet with Jialuo's arrival, Huang Chao was now at a disadvantage. Han Feng's lack of intervention suggested that Huang Chao either possessed a hidden ace, or Han Feng had left a contingency on him.

Such cunning.

But Chu Feng would never let things proceed as Han Feng wished.

He wasn't the only one who understood the power of the mind.

Indeed, Han Feng was the chosen of fate—able to rise again even after being crippled and blinded, and even cultivate the Eye of the Heart.

Chu Feng quickly extended his spiritual power toward Huang Chao. Like a sharp blade, it severed Han Feng's control.

Han Feng was only at the peak of Foundation Establishment.

Chu Feng, mid-stage Ascendant, had only just begun to master spiritual power, but Han Feng was no match for him.

To Han Feng, it seemed that his control over Huang Chao had simply failed, that Huang Chao had broken free on his own due to Han Feng's imperfect mastery—he never imagined Chu Feng had intervened.

Freed from Han Feng's control, Huang Chao snapped back to his senses, bewildered.

But at that moment, he found himself facing the combined attacks of Jialuo and the others. In his brief clarity, he caught sight of Jialuo, who was now attacking him.

He cried out, "Jialuo!"

But she ignored his plea, her attack landing squarely on him and sending him hurtling dozens of meters away. He crashed to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth, his body convulsing.

Yet even as he lay on the brink of death, he mumbled over and over, "Jialuo, I'm sorry—I don't know what came over me, why I raised my hand against you."

Mind control did not simply mean taking over one's thoughts and memories; it could awaken the darker side of a person's heart, overwriting their previous personality. Their memories remained, so when Huang Chao realized he had attacked Jialuo, he was consumed by guilt and remorse. Now, the only thing he wanted was her forgiveness—even if it meant dying for her.

Jialuo looked down at Huang Chao, barely clinging to life, and for a moment a trace of pity flickered in her eyes. But she quickly steeled herself, glanced at Chu Feng, and said resolutely, "Huang Chao, there can never be anything between us. Whether you live or die, do not seek me out again—I already have someone."

"No, I don't believe you!" Huang Chao cried, heedless of his injuries.

Jialuo turned to Chu Feng and said, "It is him—Chu Feng, Supreme Elder of the Grand Profound Dao Sect, Nascent Soul Patriarch. Do you think you can compare to him?"

"You..."

Huang Chao stared fixedly at Chu Feng for a full thirty seconds before suddenly bursting into bitter, anguished laughter.