“Song Boqiu, you dare strike me?”
Though gravely wounded, Li Taiyi roared with fury.
The one who’d attacked was indeed Song Boqiu.
But Song Boqiu ignored the enraged Li Taiyi, turning his gaze to Chu Feng.
“Young Chu Feng, let me advise you: if you think anyone here will kill Li Taiyi for you, you’re dreaming.”
“No one present would dare—not even Liangqiu Chengfeng would kill the Li Celestial Clan’s Supreme Elder just for you.”
“At the end of the day, this is a grudge between your Chu Celestial Clan and the Li Celestial Clan.”
“I struck him today, leaving him far worse off than your Clan Leader. Consider that vengeance on your Clan Leader’s behalf.”
“But I didn’t do it for you—I did it for Liangqiu Chengfeng.”
“I’ve given you more than enough face today.”
“So let’s call it even. Settle your scores later, outside this place. For now, the priority is healing Liangqiu Chengfeng.”
Song Boqiu’s words dripped with righteousness, yet his tone was lofty, showing no regard for Chu Feng.
Everyone knew Song Boqiu wouldn’t have acted against Li Taiyi for Chu Feng’s sake.
Nor would his character compel him to do so for Liangqiu Chengfeng’s injuries.
The real reason was simple: he wanted the treasure sealed in the formation and refused to leave empty-handed.
Chu Feng saw through him, feeling no gratitude for his intervention. With a faint smile, he said, “Senior, even if you hadn’t acted, I wouldn’t have let Senior Liangqiu Chengfeng die.”
“So you’re saying I… meddled needlessly?” Song Boqiu’s brows shot up, clearly displeased.
Chu Feng paid him no heed, crouching down to weave a formation to heal Liangqiu Chengfeng.
He worked with utmost focus, pouring nearly all his spirit power into the effort, sparing no cost.
Chu Feng knew that in a place like this, the only one who could truly help him was Liangqiu Chengfeng.
So he had to wake him now.
Beyond that, Liangqiu Chengfeng had treated him well. Even without ulterior motives, Chu Feng would’ve done everything to save him, never abandoning him to his fate.
Fortunately, the formation proved effective. After three hours, Chu Feng successfully dispelled the eerie boundary energy entwining Liangqiu Chengfeng.
Another half-hour of adjustments later, the unconscious Liangqiu Chengfeng stirred awake.
But he remained frail.
“Lord Liangqiu Chengfeng, what do we do now?”
“Lord Liangqiu Chengfeng, how do we break that formation?”
The crowd swarmed him the moment he woke, heedless of his weakness, desperate for him to unlock the formation and secure the treasure.
While Chu Feng had been purging Liangqiu Chengfeng’s boundary energy, they’d tried every method to crack the treasure’s seal—none had worked.
Their hopes now rested solely on Liangqiu Chengfeng.
“Young Chu Feng, come here,” Liangqiu Chengfeng said weakly, waving him over instead of addressing the crowd.
Chu Feng knelt beside him.
Liangqiu Chengfeng first spoke to him via secret transmission, then handed him a Qiankun Bag.
The transmission revealed how to break the formation, and the bag held the key to doing so.
Chu Feng’s eyes flickered as he grasped the bag. Without opening it, he sensed its contents—a stone.
It resembled the one he’d found in the main formation, though its shape differed slightly.
Chu Feng’s heart leapt—his hunch was right; these stones were crucial.
Once Chu Feng pocketed the bag, Liangqiu Chengfeng addressed the crowd. “I fear I lack the strength to break this formation. Young Chu Feng, the task may fall to you.”
“What? Him break the formation?”
Unease rippled through the group. They didn’t trust Chu Feng.
No matter how talented he was, he was still a junior. His spirit techniques, though impressive, were only at the Venerable-cloak level—a far cry from Liangqiu Chengfeng’s Saint-cloak mastery.
They’d accept Chu Feng assisting, but leading the effort? That, they doubted.
“I’ve already shared the method with Young Chu Feng. I believe he can handle this responsibility,” Liangqiu Chengfeng said.
“Young Chu Feng, if that’s the case, we’ll trouble you,” the crowd said reluctantly, left with no choice but to pin their hopes on him despite their skepticism.
Facing their expectant gazes, a sly curve tugged at Chu Feng’s lips.
“Breaking the formation? No problem. But… I have two conditions,” he declared.
