“Little brother, it seems your friend here has run into some trouble.”
“So what about you? What will you do?”
“I advise you to leave now and stay out of this. If you go, I’ll pretend none of this ever happened.”
Wuma Yantian said to Chu Feng.
He knew that with Bai Liluo in trouble, Chu Feng was no longer a threat.
But he still didn’t fully understand the backgrounds of Bai Liluo and Chu Feng, so he wasn’t ready to burn bridges completely. Even though Bai Liluo had injured him, he still wanted to give Chu Feng a chance.
In truth, it was more about leaving himself an out.
“This friend, though I don’t know who you are, my Wuma Celestial Clan is deeply grateful for your help. This kindness will be remembered by our clan.”
“But we don’t wish to drag you into this. You should go.”
Even the Wuma Celestial Clan’s leader spoke up to persuade him.
Following him, many others from the clan chimed in with similar pleas.
Some in the Wuma Celestial Clan had their pride. They didn’t want to die, but they also didn’t want to implicate Chu Feng.
“Since I came here today, I won’t just walk away like this.”
Chu Feng hoisted Bai Liluo onto his back and turned to face Wuma Yantian.
Wuma Yantian’s brow furrowed slightly. Chu Feng’s special robe concealed his face, but Wuma Yantian could feel the resolve in his gaze.
That determination was exactly what he didn’t want to see.
“It seems you’ve made up your mind to stand against my Wuma Celestial Clan,” Wuma Yantian said coldly.
“Exactly,” Chu Feng replied.
“Hmph, then let’s see if you’ve got the same skills as that little girl of yours.”
With a cold snort from Wuma Yantian, fierce winds whipped up, the void trembled, and an overwhelming pressure surged forth once more.
“To be honest, I don’t have my sister’s strength. But today, I’m afraid you wouldn’t dare touch me,” Chu Feng said.
“Haha, what a joke! You admit your limits, yet where does this confidence come from?”
“Today, I’ll show you whether I dare or not.”
Wuma Yantian’s pressure grew more menacing, shattering the void like a broken mirror.
The world plunged into endless darkness, with only Wuma Yantian and his ferocious pressure visible—like a wild beast commanding the winds and rains, disrupting the heavens and earth.
Yet, faced with this oppressive force, Chu Feng showed no fear. His hand brushed his Qiankun pouch, and a token appeared in his grip.
“Wuma Yantian, do you recognise this token?”
As he spoke, Chu Feng tossed it into the air.
*Buzz—*
The token transformed into a streak of light, soaring skyward like a dragon. But midway, it halted, and a blinding radiance burst forth, sweeping across the land like a blazing sun.
The darkened world was bathed in light, so intense that many younger clan members couldn’t even open their eyes.
More crucially, as the light spread, a voice thundered out.
“I am Wuming Fenghuo of the Starfield Master Realm.”
“To see this token is to see me. Defy it, and you will be slain without mercy!!!”
The voice erupted from the token—it was unmistakably Wuming Fenghuo’s.
“Is this… the personal token of Wuming Fenghuo, one of the Starfield Master Realm’s ten great experts?”
The main clan members erupted in joy, while the branch clan members paled.
Even Wuma Yantian’s aged face filled with fear.
He withdrew his pressure, and the world returned to normal.
Yet the token remained, its regal aura still illuminating the land.
Though Wuming Fenghuo’s voice rang out only once, it echoed in everyone’s minds.
“You… you’re from the Starfield Master Realm?” Wuma Yantian asked, a hint of reverence in his eyes for the first time.
“Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is that I hold this token. Do you dare defy it?”
Chu Feng raised his hand, and the token descended back into his grasp, reverting to its original form.
Now, not just the branch clan but even the main clan gazed at Chu Feng with awe.
“I asked you a question, and you didn’t answer. Are you truly defying this order?” Chu Feng’s voice sharpened.
“I, Wuma Yantian, dare not disobey Lord Wuming Fenghuo’s command,” Wuma Yantian said reluctantly, bowing with clasped fists in a show of humility.
He didn’t dare—not at all.
Chu Feng’s token was forged so convincingly they couldn’t spot a flaw.
Seeing Wuma Yantian submit, Chu Feng inwardly sighed in relief.
Only he knew the token was fake.
But he couldn’t help marveling.
The Starfield Master Realm might be selfish and inactive, but their deterrence in the Ancestral Martial Starfield was immense.
“Hahaha…”
Just then, a burst of laughter rang out.
An old man’s figure appeared.
At his arrival, Chu Feng’s expression shifted, as did the main clan’s.
Everyone recognised him instantly…
He was from the Starfield Master Realm.
“Greetings, my lord.”
But while Chu Feng and the main clan were stunned, Wuma Yantian and his group hurriedly paid their respects, showing no surprise—as if they’d expected him.
This man was Wuming Yan, an elder of the Starfield Master Realm.
Though less famous than Wuming Gangxiong, his status and strength matched Gangxiong’s, making him a formidable figure in the Ancestral Martial Starfield.
“Damn it.”
The Wuma Celestial Clan leader cursed inwardly at Wuming Yan’s appearance.
It was clear Wuming Yan was Wuma Yantian’s summoned ally.
Though both were Eighth Rank Venerables, Wuming Yan’s identity commanded fear.
*Swish—*
Suddenly, Wuming Yan reached out, snatching the token from Chu Feng’s hand.
“Kid, your forgery’s impressive, but there’s one thing you might not know. Our Wuma Celestial Clan’s tokens are forged from Wuming Pure Iron. Unless you’re a Supreme Venerable, no one can damage them.”
With that, he clenched his fist. *Bang!* The token shattered.
“See? A fake,” Wuming Yan chuckled faintly.
He’d suspected it was a forgery, and crushing it confirmed it.
“Outrageous! Forging Lord Wuming Fenghuo’s token—you deserve death a thousand times over.”
“Let’s see who you really are, with such audacity.”
Wuma Yantian roared.
In an instant, he appeared before Chu Feng, pressing a hand to his shoulder. A surge of power flooded into Chu Feng.
*Bang!*
Chu Feng’s robe shattered, revealing his true face.
“Chu Feng?!!”
The Wuma Celestial Clan members’ eyes widened, especially the clan leader and Wuma Shengjie, who recognised him instantly.
None had expected their helper to be Chu Feng.
In that moment, the clan leader, Wuma Shengjie, and the elders felt a storm of emotions.
They were moved, pained, and guilty.
Moved that Chu Feng would risk so much for them, even forging a Starfield Master Realm token—a grave offense.
Pained that he’d been exposed, now sharing their perilous fate.
And guilty that they were powerless to help.
“Chu Feng? Are you from the Chu Celestial Clan?” Wuming Yan, hearing the clan’s words, scrutinized Chu Feng.
“I, Chu Feng, act alone and bear the consequences alone. This has nothing to do with my Chu Celestial Clan,” Chu Feng declared.
“You’ve got guts and loyalty. But forging a token is a grave crime. Today, not only will you die—your Chu Celestial Clan won’t escape either.”
“Wuma Yantian, cripple him,” Wuming Yan ordered coldly.
“Yes, sir.”
Wuma Yantian’s face twisted into a sneer, though inside, he was ecstatic.
Dealing with the main clan, he’d been confident—until Chu Feng and Bai Liluo appeared, throwing him off.
When Chu Feng revealed the token, despair had gripped him.
But learning it was fake and that Chu Feng was merely from the Chu Celestial Clan erased all his doubts.
Now, he just wanted to crush Chu Feng to vent his rage.
*Buzz—*
But before he could act, his face paled, a flicker of shock in his eyes.
A terrifyingly powerful force had locked him in place.
It wasn’t just him—everyone present felt it, even Wuming Yan.
“Who said that token was fake?”
A voice rang out.
All eyes turned to its source. Seeing who it was, Wuma Yantian paled further, and even Wuming Yan’s face filled with terror.
Because they all recognised him.
One of the Starfield Master Realm’s ten great experts.
Wuming Fenghuo.
