“You’re right, business comes first,” the Wuma Heavenly Clan Leader nodded with a smile.
With that, the trio took to the skies, speeding toward Ice Summit Peak.
No one paid much attention to the earlier scene. With so many people gathered here, minor skirmishes were commonplace—nobody bothered to focus on Chu Feng and his group.
But after hearing the Wuma Clan Leader’s words, Chu Feng began to piece things together. He understood why the Gong Heavenly Clan juniors had gone from hushed whispers to outright provocation once they saw his Chu Heavenly Clan token.
It must be because of that absurd betrothal, right?
*Clang, clang, clang.*
Along the way, the sound of a gong echoed from the distance, reverberating through the void.
Looking closely, Chu Feng saw someone flying through the air, striking a bronze gong while shouting loudly.
“Shocking news! The Heavenly Prophet has made a prediction: within seven days, atop Ice Summit Peak, the youngest Saint-cloak World Spiritist in the history of the Ancestral Martial Star Region will emerge!”
The person’s cultivation wasn’t low, and they zipped past in a flash.
But everyone around Chu Feng heard the announcement clearly.
“Ice Summit Peak—that’s exactly where we’re headed, isn’t it?” Wuma Shengjie’s eyes flickered with interest. She turned to Chu Feng. “The youngest Saint-cloak World Spiritist—could it be you?”
“No way. I’m just a Snake Mark Venerable-cloak World Spiritist right now. How could I break through to Saint-cloak in seven days?” Chu Feng shook his head.
“But the Heavenly Prophet’s predictions are never wrong. Who could it be?” Wuma Shengjie fell into thought.
“He’s just a martial cultivator, not a god. Why can’t his predictions be wrong?” Chu Feng questioned skeptically.
“Chu Feng, the Heavenly Prophet has made hundreds, if not thousands, of predictions in his lifetime. Every single one has come true without fail,” the Wuma Clan Leader explained.
“Senior, then who do you think this youngest Saint-cloak World Spiritist might be?” Chu Feng asked.
“I’m not sure. The ‘youngest’ doesn’t necessarily mean a junior under a hundred—it could just mean younger compared to others,” the Wuma Clan Leader said. “I think it might be one of Master Liangqiu’s disciples.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” Wuma Shengjie countered.
Perhaps because of her parents’ past, Wuma Shengjie harbored a lingering grudge against the Wuma Heavenly Clan. She showed no respect for the Clan Leader.
Yet he didn’t seem to mind her defiance—likely accustomed to it by now.
Watching the dynamic between the Wuma Clan Leader and Wuma Shengjie, Chu Feng found it amusing. Though the past had left a scar on Shengjie, the fault lay with the branch clan, not the main one.
Chu Feng suspected that, despite her resentment, if given the chance for revenge, she wouldn’t be able to go through with it. Years of familial bonds were buried deep in her heart—they were still true kin.
“Chu Feng, this news will spread fast. Soon, everyone will head to Ice Summit Peak. We should hurry to avoid unnecessary trouble,” the Wuma Clan Leader said, releasing his Heavenly Lightning Mark to boost his cultivation and speed up their journey.
—
In the Nine Dragons Upper Realm stood a towering mountain peak, so high it pierced the clouds by countless tens of thousands of meters.
Around it, a crowd had gathered—people from various factions, including some powerful figures.
At that moment, they buzzed with excitement and curiosity, their faces alight with anticipation as they discussed the spreading prophecy.
—
At the peak of the mountain sat a palace.
Inside were three people.
One was the Heavenly Prophet.
Another was his subordinate, Blackface Granny.
The third was from the Linghu Heavenly Clan.
This was an old man, short in stature with a gentle face, resembling a kindly grandfather.
Yet Blackface Granny couldn’t even look him in the eye, her gaze tinged with unconcealed fear.
This old man was Linghu Wentai, one of the Supreme Elders of the Linghu Heavenly Clan.
His strength was formidable—a Supreme Realm expert.
“Heavenly Prophet, thank you for your efforts today,” Linghu Wentai said, offering a Qiankun Bag.
“No need for that,” the Heavenly Prophet replied, pushing the bag back.
Linghu Wentai smiled, not pressing the issue, and tucked the bag away.
“I hope you’ll keep today’s matter confidential. If word gets out and my Clan Leader holds me accountable, I won’t be able to bear the responsibility,” Linghu Wentai said.
“Rest assured, Lord Wentai,” the Heavenly Prophet replied.
“In that case, I’ll take my leave. Take care, Heavenly Prophet.” With that, Linghu Wentai departed.
“The Linghu Heavenly Clan has gone too far. Even the Star Region’s main realm wouldn’t dare force you to issue a fake prophecy to the world,” Blackface Granny said after he left.
“The Linghu Heavenly Clan’s power is immense now—even the Star Region’s main realm has to take them seriously. The future of the Ancestral Martial Star Region is uncertain, and we can’t afford to cross them,” the Heavenly Prophet said.
“But, my lord, you’ve never issued a false prophecy. Today must feel so unjust for you,” Blackface Granny said, her voice tinged with sympathy.
“Who said I issued a false prophecy?” the Heavenly Prophet asked.
Blackface Granny’s eyes widened. “My lord, don’t tell me the prophecy you announced is real?”
“Today’s events were indeed forced by the Linghu Heavenly Clan,” the Heavenly Prophet sighed. “I was prepared to issue a fake prophecy. But even I didn’t expect that the divination would actually yield a result. Within seven days, a Saint-cloak World Spiritist will indeed emerge atop Ice Summit Peak—and their age will be under a hundred.”
