“By the way, Brother Chu, when will that lad Chu Xuan Yuan make his appearance?” the White Dragon Demon Taoist inquired once more.
His words caused a flicker of emotion in the eyes of the Chu Clan’s Patriarch.
The White Dragon Demon Taoist’s words carried a deeper meaning.
He knew that the Chu Clan couldn’t possibly confine Chu Xuan Yuan against his will. If Chu Xuan Yuan chose to stay, it was entirely of his own volition. Therefore, his reappearance would be entirely up to him, with little to do with the Chu Clan.
And once Chu Xuan Yuan reappeared, the Chu Clan would undergo significant changes.
However, not only did the Chu Clan’s Patriarch’s expression shift upon hearing this, but even Chu Hanpeng and others showed subtle changes in their demeanor.
This was a question they found difficult to answer.
Realizing that his words might have been inappropriate, the White Dragon Demon Taoist didn’t press further. Before the Chu Clan’s Patriarch could respond, he turned his gaze to the stone path below and asked, “Is that young man Chu Feng, the son of Chu Xuan Yuan?”
“That is indeed Chu Feng,” the Chu Clan’s Patriarch replied.
“Chu Feng’s progress is truly remarkable. In the blink of an eye, he’s already reached the fifth-grade Martial Immortal level,” the Starry Sage Monk remarked, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked at Chu Feng.
“A fifth-grade Martial Immortal is indeed impressive among the younger generation, but alas…” In contrast to the Starry Sage Monk’s praise, the White Dragon Demon Taoist’s tone was laced with hidden meaning as he scrutinized Chu Feng.
“Brother White Dragon, what do you mean by ‘alas’?” the Starry Sage Monk asked.
“If he were an ordinary youth, such cultivation would undoubtedly mark him as a genius. But unfortunately, he is the son of Chu Xuan Yuan. For someone of his lineage, this level of cultivation at his age is rather underwhelming.”
“In my opinion, Chu Xuan Yuan should hurry up and have a few more children. Otherwise, he might end up with no worthy successor,” the White Dragon Demon Taoist said with a smile.
Hearing this, many members of the Chu Clan couldn’t help but feel displeased.
After all, Chu Feng was currently the most outstanding young talent in the Chu Clan, and yet the White Dragon Demon Taoist’s words were filled with sarcasm, which naturally irked them.
However, despite their displeasure, no one dared to show it or speak up.
“Brother White Dragon, let’s not speak so hastily. Talent can manifest early or late. Compared to Chu Xuan Yuan’s sudden rise to fame, Chu Feng’s steady progress is commendable. I believe this young man will achieve great things in the future,” the Starry Sage Monk said.
“Achieve great things? Hah… Brother Starry, if Chu Feng can activate four Bloodline Cultivation Arrays today, I’ll give you this whisk of mine,” the White Dragon Demon Taoist said, twirling his wrist to reveal a jade-green whisk in his hand.
At the sight of the whisk, everyone’s expressions shifted. This whisk was a treasure, a personal artifact of the White Dragon Demon Taoist, imbued with special significance.
“Very well,” the Starry Sage Monk nodded with delight, clearly pleased with the offer, as he had long admired the whisk.
“But what if Chu Feng fails to activate even four Bloodline Cultivation Arrays? What will you do then?” the White Dragon Demon Taoist countered.
“Haha, you’re the one who said you’d give me the whisk if Chu Feng fails. I never agreed to any bet, so why should I offer anything in return?” the Starry Sage Monk replied with a laugh.
“So, you don’t actually have much faith in Chu Feng either. You’re just paying lip service. How hypocritical of you, Brother Starry,” the White Dragon Demon Taoist said, putting the whisk away.
“I said Chu Feng’s talent will reveal itself gradually. His performance at the Bloodline Altar doesn’t define his future achievements. You’re the one who claimed he couldn’t activate four Bloodline Cultivation Arrays. I never said anything. If you’re afraid, you can take back your words. Don’t worry, Brother White Dragon, I won’t hold it against you,” the Starry Sage Monk said with a smile.
“I, White Dragon, always keep my word. If Chu Feng can activate four Bloodline Cultivation Arrays, I will give you the whisk. But Brother Starry, don’t get your hopes up too high. I fear Chu Feng might disappoint you, leaving you with nothing but empty expectations,” the White Dragon Demon Taoist said with a smirk.
“Haha, I’m not afraid of disappointment. I just hope you won’t regret it when the time comes, Brother White Dragon,” the Starry Sage Monk laughed.
“Then we’ll see,” the White Dragon Demon Taoist said, showing no anger. Instead, he appeared entirely indifferent.
If it were anyone else, such a conversation might have sparked heated arguments. But these two were long-time friends, and their banter was all in good fun, something they were both accustomed to.
“Chu Feng has entered!”
At that moment, someone exclaimed.
Everyone turned their attention to Chu Feng and saw that the gate at the base of the Bloodline Altar had opened. Chu Feng had indeed stepped inside.
Boom—
In the next moment, the Bloodline Altar was engulfed in surging lightning. The entire structure was covered in multicolored thunderbolts, each one as fierce as a dragon, weaving what seemed like a grand formation.
The lightning was not only dazzling but also emitted deafening roars and rumbles.
The sky itself was painted in nine colors by the thunderbolts, creating a breathtakingly magnificent sight.
“What a spectacular scene! Such a sight is rare even in the Ancestral Martial Starfield.”
“This Bloodline Altar is truly a marvel, a true marvel.”
Even the White Dragon Demon Taoist couldn’t help but marvel, his eyes filled with awe. For someone of his stature to be so impressed, it was clear just how stunning the sight of the Bloodline Altar, now enveloped in nine-colored lightning, truly was.
