“Sister, can you really cure the poison in my clan’s patriarch?” Chu Feng asked Bai Liluo, his primary concern still the poison afflicting the Chu Heavenly Clan’s patriarch.
“Don’t worry, little brother.”
“That guy used my power to create the poison in the first place, so naturally, I can cure it. Here, have your patriarch drink this bowl of medicinal soup—it’ll ensure he wakes up, and his body will gradually recover,” Bai Liluo said as she produced a bowl of soup.
But when the Chu Heavenly Clan members saw the contents of the bowl, their brows furrowed.
Not just them—even the outsiders from the Fang Heavenly Clan cast doubtful glances.
The soup was thick and black, bubbling strangely. It didn’t just look revolting—the smell was utterly nauseating.
It wasn’t easy to describe the odor, but in terms of sheer disgust, it was worse than excrement.
This was the antidote?
“Great, this is really great!”
Unlike the skepticism of others, Chu Feng’s face lit up with wild joy.
While others doubted Bai Liluo, Chu Feng trusted her implicitly.
If Bai Liluo said it was the antidote, he believed it was the antidote.
Ugh—
But suddenly, the joy on Chu Feng’s face twisted into pain. His expression contorted, and he let out a groan of agony.
Then, the lightning armor on his body, the heavenly-grade thunder mark on his forehead, and his ancient secret techniques all dissipated at once. His cultivation dropped from Ninth Rank Martial Immortal back to Seventh Rank Martial Immortal.
Soon after, Chu Feng fell to one knee.
His face turned deathly pale, his aura growing extremely weak—and the condition was worsening rapidly.
Thud—
Finally, Chu Feng’s body tilted, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
“Chu Feng!!!”
Seeing this, Chu Xuanzhengfa and the others showed worry, while Chu Qing and a few others rushed to his side to check his condition.
Everyone was baffled by Chu Feng’s sudden reaction.
“It’s likely due to the heavenly lightning. Chu Feng endured days of lightning bombardment—even if he survived, it’s impossible for him to be unscathed.”
“His body must be extremely frail. His earlier fight against the Fang Heavenly Clan relied entirely on extraordinary willpower—something beyond what most people could muster.”
“Now that the battle’s won and he’s learned the patriarch can be saved, he’s finally let his guard down. With that relaxation, his weakened body seized the chance to collapse.”
“Fainting might be for the best—he needs rest,” Wuming Fenghuo said.
His words brought clarity to the crowd.
Indeed, it was the Heavenly Lightning Punishment Platform—a single bolt could obliterate a person, and Chu Feng had withstood countless strikes. How could he be fine?
As the crowd marveled at Chu Feng’s resilience and sacrifice, Wuming Fenghuo swept his gaze over the Chu Heavenly Clan members and let out a sigh:
“But it’s laughable, isn’t it?”
“The Fang Heavenly Clan’s three thousand elites couldn’t even scratch Chu Feng.”
“Yet he couldn’t escape the schemes of his own clan.”
Irony—what bitter irony.
And more importantly, Wuming Fenghuo’s jab was the truth.
Why had Chu Feng suffered the heavenly lightning? Wasn’t it because of his clan’s persecution?
At that moment, not only did those who’d framed Chu Feng lower their heads in silence, but the entire Chu Heavenly Clan fell quiet.
Though most of them hadn’t conspired against Chu Feng, when the incident occurred, they hadn’t chosen to trust him or protect him. Instead, they’d condemned him, even wished him dead.
Just moments ago, despite enduring the lightning punishment and sustaining severe injuries, leaving his body frail, Chu Feng hadn’t rested to recover. For the sake of the Chu Heavenly Clan’s territory, he’d resolutely entered the grand formation and joined the fight.
Yet the Chu Heavenly Clan members, faced with such a Chu Feng, felt no admiration. They thought he was showing off. Some even surrendered rather than fight alongside him.
What irony.
“Chu Hanxian, Chu Xuanyuan, Chu Feng.”
“Three monstrous geniuses, all from the Chu Heavenly Clan.”
“It’s clear the heavens favor the Chu Heavenly Clan.”
“But I think the Chu Heavenly Clan should reflect deeply. Do your actions match the caliber of such geniuses?”
Wuming Fenghuo spoke again.
His words, sharper than his earlier sarcasm, cut like a blade, piercing straight to the heart.
At that moment, the Chu Heavenly Clan members weren’t just silent—their faces were covered in shame.
Young and old alike felt it.
Indeed—did they deserve such a genius?
From the moment Chu Feng returned to the Chu Heavenly Clan, how much persecution had he faced from his own people? A genius like him—why hadn’t they protected him, instead scheming to bring about his demise?
The answer was obvious, and everyone knew it in their hearts.
A genius like Chu Feng—the Chu Heavenly Clan didn’t deserve him.
