The image of the Clan Chief kneeling before Wuming Fenghuo to save the Wuma Heavenly Clan was etched deeply into Chu Feng’s mind. He knew how much the Clan Chief wanted to help them.
Moreover, Chu Feng himself also wished to aid the Wuma Heavenly Clan. So… he decided to take on this task in the Clan Chief’s stead.
But with his limited strength, Chu Feng couldn’t possibly confront one of the Ancestral Martial Starfield’s top ten heavenly clans—the Wuma Heavenly Clan—on his own.
Thus, he resolved to take a risk: forge Wuming Fenghuo’s token and use it to stop the Wuma Heavenly Clan’s branch faction.
Chu Feng wasted no time. He returned and immediately crafted the token.
He had some confidence in his work. Unless a Saint-cloak World Spiritist or someone from the Starfield Main Realm examined it, Chu Feng believed no one could tell it was a fake.
“Hey, little brother, what are you up to?” a voice suddenly called out—it was Bai Liluo.
The Chu Heavenly Clan had arranged a residence for her, but Bai Liluo insisted on staying with Chu Feng. Unable to sway her stubbornness, Chu Feng had brought her back to his palace.
Seeing her appear, Chu Feng hurriedly stashed the token away.
“No use hiding it—I saw it already. What’s this? Planning to use that token for some shady business and keep it from your big sister?” Bai Liluo blinked her innocent eyes, sizing Chu Feng up suspiciously.
“No, no, no, I wasn’t trying to hide it from you!” Chu Feng scratched his head awkwardly. Since she’d caught him, there was no point in concealing it. He pulled the token back out.
“Not bad—it looks pretty real,” Bai Liluo said, inspecting the token closely before looking at Chu Feng. “You’re planning to use this to help that Wuma Heavenly Clan, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, my Liluo-jie is as sharp as ever,” Chu Feng nodded.
“Pfft, don’t flatter me, kid. You were just trying to keep it from me,” Bai Liluo shot him a sidelong glance.
Chu Feng grinned sheepishly, scratching his head again.
He had indeed intended to keep it from her.
“So, what’s the deal? Tell your big sister all about it,” Bai Liluo prompted.
There was no need to hide anything from her, so Chu Feng recounted the situation with the Wuma Heavenly Clan in detail.
“There’s actually such a shameless faction out there? This is outright extermination!”
“Come on, little brother, I’ll go with you. Let’s teach those scumbags a lesson,” Bai Liluo said, grabbing Chu Feng and heading out.
“Sis, I can’t let you take this risk with me,” Chu Feng protested, pulling back.
The Wuma Heavenly Clan’s branch faction was one of the Ancestral Martial Starfield’s top ten heavenly clans.
His forged token might fool them if all went well, but if it didn’t, he’d be in grave danger.
He didn’t want Bai Liluo to face that risk with him.
“What, you think your big sister’s not up to it?” Bai Liluo put her hands on her hips, pouting at Chu Feng.
“It’s not that I doubt you, I just—”
“Haha, look at you, all flustered! Do you think your brilliant sister doesn’t know you’re worried about me?”
“But don’t fret, little brother. That Wuma Heavenly Clan branch’s Clan Chief is just an Eighth Rank Venerable. I can handle him,” Bai Liluo said confidently.
With that, she released her aura.
Chu Feng’s eyes widened in shock.
He’d always known Bai Liluo was strong, but he hadn’t realized just how powerful she was.
Her cultivation was at the Ninth Rank Venerable—the peak of the Venerable realm.
No wonder she’d been so dismissive of someone like Wuming Fenghuo—she matched his cultivation level!
“My Liluo-jie, you’re incredible!” Chu Feng exclaimed, thrilled by the unexpected revelation.
“What’s so surprising? I haven’t even fully refined that beast yet. Once I do, my cultivation will rise even higher,” Bai Liluo said casually.
“Rise higher? You mean… you’ll step into the Supreme Realm?” Chu Feng’s jaw dropped.
The Supreme Realm! According to the Clan Chief, there were hardly any in the entire Ancestral Martial Starfield.
It was a realm that stood at the pinnacle of the starfield.
Even a figure like Wuming Fenghuo was only at the peak of Venerable.
What kind of status would a Supreme Realm expert hold?
“No big deal, no big deal. Calm down,” Bai Liluo said, beaming with pride at Chu Feng’s reaction but feigning nonchalance. Her smug little expression was undeniably adorable.
“My sister, why didn’t you say so earlier? If I’d known I had you as a backer, why would I have bothered forging this thing?”
Chu Feng pointed at the fake token in his hand, feeling a mix of frustration and relief. Crafting it had taken considerable effort.
Now, it seemed like a waste.
“You didn’t ask,” Bai Liluo said, rolling her eyes at him.
“Alright, alright, my bad, my bad,” Chu Feng said with a cheeky grin.
Bai Liluo was his biggest trump card now—he couldn’t afford to upset her.
And deep down, he was ecstatic. With Bai Liluo by his side, the Wuma Heavenly Clan could be saved.
At the same time, he couldn’t help but marvel. Bai Liluo truly lived up to her reputation as a heaven-defying anomaly in the Ancestral Martial cultivation world. Her power was terrifying.
If a martial cultivator’s talent was too extraordinary, they’d be called more than a genius—they’d be a monster.
But Bai Liluo didn’t need such a label. She *was* a monster by nature.
