“That was Old Ox-Nose’s doing too?”
Gu Mingyuan’s face showed unmasked astonishment as she asked.
It was just a formation, yet its speed was beyond her ability to pursue.
Recalling the protective formation Chu Feng had unleashed earlier, Gu Mingyuan was struck again by her own weakness.
Though a top figure in the Ancestral Martial Starfield, she was still insignificant compared to true martial experts.
“That was his voice, so it must be his technique,” Master Liangqiu said with a smile.
He was genuinely pleased, despite Old Ox-Nose’s existence highlighting the vast gap between them.
Even with Old Ox-Nose in the Ancestral Martial Starfield, Liangqiu no longer deserved the title of strongest spiritist.
But being friends with such a figure was, after all, a fortunate thing.
“Who could’ve imagined that old fellow Ox-Nose was hiding so deeply?” Gu Mingyuan said. “I thought City Lord Long Daozhi was already secretive, but Ox-Nose is on another level. Even Long Daozhi can’t compare to him, can he? That old man is the true terror of the Ancestral Martial Starfield.”
Not just her, but Chu Xuanzhengfa and Chu Lingxi felt the same. Old Ox-Nose’s strength shocked them more than Long Daozhi’s, given how poor an impression he had left before. The worse that impression, the greater their surprise now.
“To be precise, he’s not from our Ancestral Martial Starfield,” Master Liangqiu added.
At this, Gu Mingyuan and the others’ expressions shifted, and they fell silent.
Liangqiu’s words were a wake-up call.
Indeed, the Ancestral Martial Starfield lacked such powerful cultivators.
In the Holy Light Galaxy, their starfield was among the weakest.
After a moment of reflection, Gu Mingyuan turned to Chu Feng with curiosity. “Chu Feng, what did you promise Old Ox-Nose?”
“Senior, it’s nothing major, just a small matter I can handle myself,” Chu Feng replied, unwilling to share. He felt that if he told Gu Mingyuan, she would never let him leave alone.
Before, she might have agreed, but not now.
After all, the Zhutian Starfield was ruled by the Zhutian Sect.
“Chu Feng, Linghu Zhishi is still alive, and now that Ox-Nose has taken back the Battle God’s Halberd, it’s dangerous for you to wander alone,” Gu Mingyuan said, her face showing clear concern.
She might as well have written “I’m worried” on her forehead.
“Senior, I’ve faced danger since my days in the Ancestral Martial Lower Realm,” Chu Feng said. “I know you’re worried, but I need to grow on my own. Please let me handle this.”
“Fair enough,” Gu Mingyuan said with a smile. “You’re progressing so fast, the Ancestral Martial Starfield can’t contain you anymore.”
She then glanced at Chu Lingxi beside her. “Lingxi, you’d better step up, or you won’t be worthy of your Brother Chu Feng.”
“Mother, what are you talking about? What Brother Chu Feng? He’s younger than me, he’s my little brother,” Chu Lingxi corrected earnestly, but then realised something. “What do you mean, worthy? Why do I need to be worthy of him?”
“You know why,” Gu Mingyuan said with a mischievous grin.
“Really, you’re my mother, yet you’re siding with an outsider to tease me!” Chu Lingxi’s face flushed red, and she stormed off.
No one could tell if her blush was from anger or something else.
“By the way, Senior, what happened to the Blood-Devouring Hall’s master?” Chu Feng asked.
“You reminded me—that old thing is still alive,” Gu Mingyuan said, glancing at Chu Xuanzhengfa. “Let’s go deal with him.”
Chu Xuanzhengfa didn’t dare delay and led the way to where the Blood-Devouring Hall’s master was held.
“Senior, has he confessed anything?” Chu Feng asked.
“That old man’s got a stubborn mouth. He’s clearly a villain but insists on talking about loyalty,” Gu Mingyuan said. “But don’t worry, I’ll make him talk. I’ve found his weak spot.”
Chu Feng knew she must have located the rumoured grandson of the Blood-Devouring Hall’s master.
Sure enough, when Chu Xuanzhengfa opened the door to the cell, it wasn’t just the Blood-Devouring Hall’s people inside. There was also a man.
He appeared over eight hundred years old.
By martial cultivator standards, he was still young, yet his hair was white, his face aged.
This was because his cultivation was weak—only Half-Emperor realm.
In the Ancestral Martial Lower Realm, a Half-Emperor would be a top expert.
But in the Ancestral Martial Starfield, where Martial Immortals were common, a Half-Emperor was an ant.
Even a True Immortal could drown him with a spit or scatter his soul with a breath.
Such was the gap in realms.
But this man was clearly close to the Blood-Devouring Hall’s master. Chu Feng didn’t need to guess—he was likely the grandson.
How could such a formidable figure have such a weak grandson?
And though the man was well-dressed, his behaviour was odd.
“Grand… Grandfather,” he stammered, panicking and hiding behind the Blood-Devouring Hall’s master as Chu Feng and the others entered.
His terrified demeanour surprised Chu Feng further. Not only was his cultivation weak, but he seemed mentally deficient—a fool, perhaps.
“You two seem close,” Gu Mingyuan said, her eyes cold.
“A fool like him, my grandson? Gu Mingyuan, are you mad?” the Blood-Devouring Hall’s master sneered, refusing to acknowledge the man as his kin.
“You’d rather take the hard way than the easy one?” Gu Mingyuan asked.
“I told you, even if you kill me, I won’t talk,” he replied.
“Fine, let’s see how long you can hold out,” Gu Mingyuan said.
With a wave of her hand, a suction force pulled the deranged man into her grasp, her hand clutching his head like a melon.
He cried and struggled but couldn’t escape.
“Gu Mingyuan, what are you doing?” the Blood-Devouring Hall’s master’s face changed, his earlier composure replaced by panic.
