“Damn it, that old cow-nose really hit the jackpot.”
“How does he manage to find such a disciple?”
Suddenly, Master Tang Chen burst into curses, his tone and expression dripping with envy toward Old Cow-Nose.
“Master, Brother Chu Feng’s bloodline power is indeed extraordinary. When I saw it earlier, I could feel my own bloodline power being suppressed,” Yuan Shu said.
“Not just you. When his bloodline power shifted, even my bloodline power was suppressed,” Master Tang Chen replied.
“What? Even you, Master…”
Though Yuan Shu had already sensed Chu Feng’s bloodline was formidable, hearing his master’s words made him realize he might have underestimated it even further.
But soon, Yuan Shu’s eyes lit up as a thought struck him.
“Master, you once said that Lü Jie’s spirit master bloodline is exceptionally strong. How does it compare to Brother Chu Feng’s?” he asked gravely.
Yuan Shu knew exactly who Lü Jie was.
Lü Jie was the most outstanding representative of the new generation of spirit masters in the Holy Light Galaxy.
Master Tang Chen had always urged Yuan Shu to surpass Lü Jie as his goal.
Yet, Yuan Shu found himself falling further behind Lü Jie.
They were roughly the same age and had started on similar footing.
But now…
Lü Jie held a special place in Yuan Shu’s heart—not just as a genius, but as an insurmountable mountain.
He was a source of pressure, immense pressure, so much so that even thinking of Lü Jie’s name made Yuan Shu feel suffocated.
“Lü Jie, compared to Chu Feng?”
“What does he have to compare? If Lü Jie is the earth, Chu Feng is the sky. How could he compete? What right does he have to compete?”
When asked about Lü Jie versus Chu Feng, Master Tang Chen showed deep disdain for Lü Jie.
“Old Cow-Nose, you sly old fox, you’re something else.”
“No wonder you couldn’t find a disciple all these years.”
“I thought it was bad luck, that you couldn’t find a worthy talent.”
“Today, I see it clearly. You weren’t failing to find talent—you were meticulously choosing, and in the end, you pulled off a masterstroke.”
“I’ve lost. Your disciple far surpasses mine.”
Master Tang Chen’s words were laced with envy and jealousy.
“So, Brother Chu Feng’s bloodline power has reached such a level.”
“This is truly great news.”
Learning that Chu Feng’s bloodline power far exceeded Lü Jie’s, Yuan Shu’s face lit up with joy, genuinely happy for Chu Feng.
“Great news, my foot. Get to your closed-door training.”
“Remember, if you can’t master the Dragon Transformation Sense this time, don’t even think about coming out.”
Master Tang Chen roared at Yuan Shu.
“Master, rest assured. I won’t let you down,” Yuan Shu promised.
…
Chu Feng left the Seven Suns Mountain Range but didn’t depart the Reincarnation Upper Realm.
Instead, he headed to the Red-Dress Holy Land.
Chu Feng had too many matters to handle.
He needed to lift the curse on Bai Liluo.
And he himself was poisoned.
Back when he competed for the Ancestral Martial Ten Stars, deep beneath the Nine Dragons Anomaly Post, he encountered a powerful demonic creature.
Not only did it steal his Qilin Egg, but it also infused his body with poison.
It ordered Chu Feng to seek it out again once he reached the Supreme Realm.
Though the poison hadn’t affected him yet, Chu Feng could sense its terror. If it erupted, his life might be at stake, so he knew he’d have to confront that creature eventually.
Beyond that, Chu Feng had many other tasks.
This parting might mean a long time before he saw his friends again, much like those in the Nine Provinces Continent, the Eastern Sea Region, or the Holy Land of Martialism.
So, before leaving, Chu Feng wanted to see Zhao Hong one last time, to bid a proper farewell.
But when he arrived at the Red-Dress Holy Land, he found it bustling with activity.
Outside the holy land, many members of other forces had gathered, most of them prominent powers in the All-Heaven Starfield.
Chu Feng didn’t need to think hard to know why they were here.
They were here to curry favor with the Red-Dress Holy Land.
After all, many had witnessed the battle that day.
They all knew Zhao Hong was now the strongest in the All-Heaven Starfield.
Though Zhao Hong hadn’t rebuilt the Reincarnation Sect, her relationship with Han Xiu was clear to all.
In other words, they were here to pay respects to Zhao Hong, the current strongest in the All-Heaven Starfield, under the guise of visiting the Red-Dress Holy Land.
In the past, the Red-Dress Holy Land might have turned these visitors away.
But this time, they were warmly received.
Seeing this, Chu Feng understood that, under Zhao Hong’s guidance, the Red-Dress Holy Land was preparing to become the new hegemon of the All-Heaven Starfield.
Their warm hospitality wasn’t out of fear of these forces’ strength.
On the contrary, it was to make it clear that the Red-Dress Holy Land was indeed ready to dominate the All-Heaven Starfield.
Out of fear, the visiting forces, regardless of their status, arrived in an orderly manner, keeping their flight altitude below that of the Red-Dress Holy Land as a sign of respect.
It signaled their submission to the Red-Dress Holy Land.
However, as Chu Feng approached, he noticed a war chariot soaring through the sky.
The chariot was extraordinary, crafted from white jade, surrounded by swirling clouds and exuding an immortal aura, like the mount of a celestial being.
It was massive, like a giant palace, capable of holding tens of thousands of people.
It flew through the air like a colossal mountain.
Pulling this chariot were enormous creatures, each over a hundred meters long, numbering in the tens of thousands.
Though massive, they weren’t ferocious in appearance.
On the contrary, they were ethereal, beautiful beings.
Shaped like deer, their white bodies gleamed like jade, much like the chariot itself.
Under the radiant light, they shimmered, breathtakingly beautiful.
The chariot’s appearance drew everyone’s attention.
Though the arriving forces were all grandiose, they paled in comparison to this chariot.
Most notably, it flew high above, far exceeding the altitude of the Red-Dress Holy Land.
Such behavior was disrespectful, a blatant disregard for the Red-Dress Holy Land.
Its appearance caused an uproar, with many speculating who was bold enough to cause trouble at the Red-Dress Holy Land at such a time.
“Outrageous!”
“To fly so high in the Red-Dress Holy Land’s territory? Get down here, or I, Zhao, will make you regret it.”
Someone couldn’t stand it and leaped into the sky, blocking the chariot’s path.
This was Zhao Yongzhou, a formidable figure, the hegemon of an upper realm in the All-Heaven Starfield, with the cultivation of a First Rank Supreme.
His actions were partly to curry favor with the Red-Dress Holy Land and partly to show his commitment to serving them.
Buzz—
Suddenly, a white light shot out from the chariot, heading straight for Zhao Yongzhou.
The light was so fast that, with a flash and a splatter of blood, it pierced through his body.
Immediately after, Zhao Yongzhou lost his ability to fly, plummeting like a kite with a cut string.
His subordinates rushed into the air to catch their sect leader.
“Sect Leader!”
But soon, wails of grief echoed.
Upon closer inspection, the crowd was horrified.
Zhao Yongzhou, a Supreme Realm cultivator, had no life force left.
He was dead.
