“The treasures of this grand formation really aren’t easy to claim.”
“Alas, at this point, it seems I’ve no choice but to lift the suppression on the formation.”
Seeing the situation turn dire, Master Liangqiu made a decision.
He prepared to release the formation’s suppression and enter it himself to rescue Chu Feng and the others.
“Master Liangqiu, hold on a moment. Perhaps it’s not as bad as it seems.”
Just then, a voice sounded from behind him.
Turning around, he saw a figure approaching slowly.
It was an elderly woman, her hair white as snow but sparse.
Her face was etched with wrinkles, her back hunched—she was incredibly old. Time had left heavy marks on her, making it impossible to tell if she’d been beautiful or plain in her youth.
Now, she was simply old—ugly, even frighteningly so.
Yet, she exuded an extraordinary aura.
It was the kind of presence that could only come from immense cultivation and a life of trials.
This was no ordinary person—she was Linghu Yuhua, one of the eight Supreme Elders of the Linghu Celestial Clan.
Like Master Liangqiu, Linghu Yuhua was a Supreme Realm powerhouse, one of the pinnacle figures of the Ancestral Martial Star Region.
Seeing her, Master Liangqiu showed no surprise.
A genius like Linghu Hongfei was the future of the Linghu Celestial Clan—they wouldn’t let him roam alone without top-tier protection.
Linghu Yuhua was the one secretly guarding him.
“Use this to look,” Linghu Yuhua said, pulling a bronze mirror from her sleeve.
Through it, Master Liangqiu could once again see Chu Feng and the others’ situation.
The view centred on Linghu Hongfei, with a limited range—but Chu Feng was just within it.
At that moment, a wave of black energy had surrounded and trapped them.
Chu Feng and Linghu Hongfei were both unleashing their boundary powers to fend off the encroaching black flames.
“So, Linghu Hongfei’s already a Dragon Mark Venerable Robe,” Master Liangqiu noted, finally confirming Linghu Hongfei’s current level of spirit technique as he wielded his boundary power.
Dragon Mark Venerable Robe—that was his strength.
But seeing this, Master Liangqiu’s eyes held no shock or joy—only a deep trace of regret.
“Linghu Hongfei is just a step away from Saint Robe. Are you really going through with this?”
“If he succeeds this time, there’ll be no turning back,” Master Liangqiu said to Linghu Yuhua.
“It’s his own decision. We can only respect it,” she replied.
“I see,” Master Liangqiu said no more, his gaze fixed solemnly on the mirror.
Though Chu Feng and Linghu Hongfei had managed to hold back the black flames with their boundary powers, Master Liangqiu could tell just by looking that those flames were no simple threat.
Those black flames were lethal!!!
Inside the formation, the group had been terrified by the menacing black flames—too powerful for their martial strength to counter.
But thankfully, Linghu Hongfei and Chu Feng had now teamed up to keep them at bay.
“Young Master Linghu, who’d have thought you’re already a Dragon Mark Venerable Robe? Looks like the Celestial Machine Venerable’s prophecy about the youngest Saint Robe Spirit Master points to you,” two juniors from the Tantai Celestial Clan said, their faces full of admiration.
“Chu Feng, looks like you’re struggling to hold on. If you can’t, just say it—my Brother Hongfei won’t leave you hanging,” Linghu Lun taunted.
Compared to Linghu Hongfei, who was pushing the black flames further away, the flames around Chu Feng were creeping closer to his group.
The contrast was stark.
“Struggling? Which eye of yours sees me struggling?”
Chu Feng glanced at Linghu Lun like he was an idiot.
Though the black flames were closing in, Chu Feng looked perfectly at ease—not at all like someone in dire straits.
“Keep talking tough. Let’s see how long you can keep it up,” Linghu Lun gritted his teeth, fuming. He’d never met someone as thick-skinned as Chu Feng—always calm no matter the situation, and always leaving him speechless with his comebacks.
Chu Feng’s shamelessness left Linghu Lun powerless—his taunts had no effect, while Chu Feng’s retorts only fuelled his anger.
“Chu Feng, no one cares if you get yourself in trouble, but if our young miss gets hurt, I won’t let it slide,” a Tantai Celestial Clan junior warned.
“Shut it! Don’t be rude to Young Master Chu Feng,” Tantai Xing’er snapped, her face flashing with anger.
Her sudden outburst startled not just her clanmates but even the Linghu Celestial Clan members.
Tantai Xing’er, the top genius of her clan, was known for her kindness and good temper—rarely did anyone see her lose it.
Her reaction now showed she was genuinely mad.
“No worries, no worries. The truth speaks for itself. They’ll understand eventually—it’s normal they can’t see it yet,” Chu Feng said with a grin, brushing off Linghu Lun’s jabs and the Tantai junior’s words like they were nothing.
“Brother Chu Feng, don’t rush. Once I push these flames back, I’ll come help you,” Linghu Hongfei said.
“Brother Linghu, really, don’t. If you help me, you’ll ruin my plans,” Chu Feng replied.
“You ungrateful sod,” Linghu Yueyue snapped. “Brother Hongfei, don’t bother with him—let him dig his own grave.”
She was livid. Who acts like this? Struggling, yet rejecting help and calling it interference?
“Yeah, if he wants to die, let him,” other Linghu Celestial Clan geniuses chimed in.
They were genuinely ticked off.
Linghu Hongfei had offered help, and Chu Feng had the gall to refuse—pure insolence.
But unlike his clanmates, Linghu Hongfei suddenly noticed something. The interplay between Chu Feng’s formation and the black flames wasn’t just them getting closer—the flames had changed. They seemed to be merging with Chu Feng’s boundary array!!!
Seeing this, Linghu Hongfei quickly asked, “Brother Chu Feng, have you figured something out?”
“Looks like Brother Linghu’s caught on. Seems the Linghu Celestial Clan’s only got one sharp mind,” Chu Feng said, throwing a mocking glance at Linghu Yueyue and the others.
