Chapter 90: Reunion with Yun Niang

Half a year passed in the blink of an eye.

Since that battle six months ago, Chu Feng slaughtered his way through every foe, even sparing not the thirteenth child of the Jiang Clan—a future Child of Destiny, a mere three-year-old. Chu Feng showed no mercy.

He had expected that after this massacre, the Jiang Clan would surely send someone to kill him again. Yet, contrary to his expectations, there was only silence; not a single ripple of movement.

At this time, Chu Feng was in the late stage of the Grand Ascension, possessing two Heavenly Monarch Tribulation Experience Cards and one Immortal Emperor Experience Card.

The imperial Jiang Clan was rich in heritage and power. Though descendants of a Great Emperor, they could handle a Heavenly Monarch facing tribulation with ease, and, thanks to their bloodline, wield the power of an Emperor’s treasure to its fullest. Yet, ultimately, they were still far inferior to a true Great Emperor.

If they dared to come, Chu Feng wouldn’t hesitate to show them why the flowers are so red.

What is an imperial clan to him? In his eyes, they are nothing but trash.

The past half year allowed Chu Feng to thoroughly digest the spoils of his last victory. The only thing that frustrated him was that he still lacked over ten million fortune points. Was he to begin another massacre? Or perhaps seek out another Child of Fortune?

Han Feng. After having his tongue cut out and arm severed, no one knew where he had gone. Chu Feng reckoned he’d survived—perhaps even stumbled upon another opportunity.

Since that battle half a year ago, Chen Wanwan never again spoke to Chu Feng about joining the Heavenly Demon Sanctuary. Chu Feng asked her about it, but according to Chen Wanwan, with his strength he could easily become a Law King in their sanctuary. Yet, the number of Law Kings was just right; if her husband were to join, would he merely become a rogue cultivator? Where would that leave her, the Saintess of the Heavenly Demon Sanctuary?

On this day, Chen Wanwan broke through in her cultivation—entering the early stage of Integration.

Looking at Chu Feng, however, she felt no joy.

“Husband, Master, how on earth do you cultivate so quickly? Is it because of the Heavenly Yin-Yang Sorrow Sutra, where the more dual cultivation partners you have, the faster you advance? Shall I find a few more male consorts and try?”

“You dare.”

Chu Feng flew into a rage. “Are you itching for a lesson?”

“How dare you talk about finding male consorts—watch how I deal with you.” With that, Chu Feng scooped Chen Wanwan up and strode into the room, determined to teach her a proper lesson.

Afterward, Chen Wanwan finally surrendered, looking pitiful and aggrieved as she gazed at Chu Feng. “Husband, I was wrong.”

Only then did Chu Feng feel satisfied. “I’ll let you off this time. If there’s a next, you won’t be able to get out of bed for three days.”

“Mm.” Chen Wanwan nodded obediently.

“Husband, you still haven’t told me why you cultivate so quickly. I can be sure of one thing—when I first met you, you hadn’t reached the Grand Ascension stage. Yet, in just a few years together, you can now kill Heavenly Monarchs. How did you manage it?”

The Great Celestial Art. The Heavenly Yin-Yang Sorrow Sutra and the other immortal-level techniques were extraordinary, but she didn’t believe they alone could achieve such results.

In these two years, Chen Wanwan found herself completely unable to leave Chu Feng. Her bloodline advanced, her magic grew more refined, her aptitude soared. She’d feared that losing her purity would ruin her Heavenly Demon Technique, but not only did it survive, it improved—becoming far more powerful than before.

Born with a sacred physique, she hadn’t fully awakened it. Yet, since being with Chu Feng, the awakening sped up tenfold, especially during dual cultivation.

Chu Feng gently held Chen Wanwan in his arms. “It’s hard to explain, but you and I are one. What’s mine is yours. If I have a way to increase my cultivation, I won’t forget you.”

“When the time comes, we’ll rise and progress together.”

...

Unknowingly, Chu Feng fell asleep holding Chen Wanwan in his arms.

He didn’t know how long he slept, but suddenly startled awake, opening his eyes to a familiar aura.

A soft warmth nestled in his embrace. Chu Feng instantly recognized who the woman in his arms was.

“Yun Niang.”

“What brings you here?”

Yun Niang’s arrival swept away Chu Feng’s previous fear and anxiety. Before, he was only at the Nascent Soul stage, while Yun Niang was at least Integration, perhaps even Grand Ascension. Now, he himself was at late Grand Ascension. To him, Yun Niang was no longer so mysterious. Even if she tried to draw him into an illusion, unless he wished it, she couldn’t pull him in.

Yun Niang buried her head deep in Chu Feng’s chest and asked, “Three days apart, and my husband has changed so much that I must see you in a new light. In such a short time, you now possess strength that even I must fear. If it weren’t for your willingness, I could hardly have drawn you into this illusion.”

Chu Feng smiled. “Of course. You should see for yourself how formidable your husband is.”

“Since you’ve come, Yun Niang, don’t leave. I’ve missed you dearly.”

“Yun Niang has missed you too.”

That night, Chu Feng and Yun Niang shared everything, and Chu Feng finally understood Yun Niang’s true identity.

She entered the painting, achieved a ghostly body of gods and demons. Unfortunately, just as she refined her ghostly form and before she could devour enough souls to remold her flesh, she was sealed into the Blood Cavern.

Until she met Chu Feng.

Luckily for Chu Feng, when he encountered her, she was weak. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have revealed herself, but would have devoured his soul outright.

Thus was their bond formed—a cause and effect intertwined, each within the other.

“Yun Niang, rest assured. I’ll surely rescue you from the Blood Cavern,” Chu Feng vowed.

...

The next morning.

Chu Feng awoke.

He opened his eyes, only to see Chen Wanwan’s beautiful gaze fixed intently upon him, startling him.

“Well! Scaring me so early in the morning,” Chu Feng feigned anger.

Chen Wanwan looked serious. “That Yun Niang came to find you again.”

Chu Feng was surprised. “How do you know?”

Chen Wanwan’s tone was solemn. “Yun Niang is a ghostly deity, born of devouring the living. Your soul fluctuated, just like the symptoms you showed when you first encountered her.”

“Back then, your cultivation was low, and it was obvious. This time, there’s no real harm.”

Chu Feng didn’t intend to hide anything. He nodded, “Yes, Yun Niang did come to me, and I plan to enter the Blood Cavern again to bring her back.”

...

The Blood Cavern.

This wasn’t Chu Feng’s first time entering it.

The ancient Blood Cavern, formed from the heavenly way’s blood cough, a mass of filthy blood brimming with evil power, once gave rise to Fang Yun. Were it not for Chu Feng’s system and early discovery, the entire Taixuan Dao Sect, even all of Sword Province, would have been swept up in a bloody storm.