“Damn it.”
Watching Chu Feng beside him, cloaked in holy-level boundary energy, Linghu Hongfei’s heart churned with a tangle of emotions.
Unwillingness, fury, and hatred twisted together.
This was supposed to be *his*—all of it—but now it belonged to Chu Feng.
No one could swallow that without a fight, without feeling something.
But that wasn’t the full scope of Linghu Hongfei’s torment.
In his lifetime, he’d never lost to a peer.
No matter the contest, if Linghu Hongfei joined, he won.
Until today, his record had been flawless.
But now, the streak he prided himself on, the glory he’d boasted about, the legacy he thought he’d carry forever—Chu Feng had shattered it.
To Linghu Hongfei, this was more than a loss—it was the erasure of his honor, the theft of what he valued most.
It wasn’t just unwillingness anymore. If he could, he’d kill Chu Feng right now—tear him apart, drink his blood, eat his flesh, flay his skin, snap his tendons.
Even killing Chu Feng wouldn’t fully quench his rage.
What gnawed at him worst was that, right now, he couldn’t even do that.
So he endured. And truth be told, Linghu Hongfei *could* endure.
His fury roared inside him like a volcano ready to blow, but on the surface? Cool as a breeze.
It was a skill, no denying it—when he chose to hide it, no one could read his emotions.
Chu Feng could imagine how deep Linghu Hongfei’s hatred ran.
But he didn’t spare him a glance. Right now, that spirit from the Asura Spirit World was back.
“Girl, let’s have a proper chat this time. You say you want to serve me—give me a reason I can trust, or I’m not bringing you into this world,” Chu Feng said.
“I…” The spirit hesitated.
“Girl, this isn’t our first talk. You should know I’m not an idiot. Be straight with me, or you’re out of chances,” Chu Feng pressed.
“I… I want to find my lady,” the spirit said.
“!!!”
Chu Feng’s heart jolted. A spirit from the Asura Spirit World looking for her lady? Only one person came to mind: Dandan.
But he didn’t blurt anything out. Keeping his cool, he asked, “Your lady? Who’s that?”
“Form a contract with me, and I’ll tell you,” the spirit replied.
“You’ve got to tell me first, or no contract,” Chu Feng said firmly.
“No way. My lady forbade me from saying her name. All I can say is she’s the most beautiful being in heaven and earth,” the spirit insisted.
“Then describe what she looks like,” Chu Feng said.
“Alright, I can do that.”
Chu Feng’s heart leaped. A description could confirm if this spirit knew Dandan.
And the spirit didn’t back down—she started describing.
“My lady has the most beautiful eyes in heaven and earth.”
“My lady has the most beautiful hair in heaven and earth.”
“My lady has the most beautiful face in heaven and earth.”
“My lady has the most beautiful skin in heaven and earth.”
“My lady also has the most beautiful—”
“Stop. Who describes someone like that?” Chu Feng cut in, exasperated.
“But my lady *is* the most beautiful in the world! How else am I supposed to describe her?” the spirit whined, sounding wronged.
“Can’t you be more specific?” Chu Feng snapped, irritation rising. This felt like a game.
“There’s no time! Quick—form the contract, or I’ll lose you forever and never find my lady!” The spirit’s voice turned frantic, desperate.
Chu Feng could feel it too—their connection was fading. She wasn’t lying.
And he couldn’t be sure she’d reach him again next time he broke through.
If she really was Dandan’s friend, rejecting her now and losing contact later would be a disservice to his Queen.
With that, Chu Feng made up his mind—he’d take the risk!!!
“Tell me, does your lady wear a dress of black feathers?” he asked.
“Yes! My lady wears a dress of black feathers!” the spirit answered with absolute certainty.
“Alright, I’ll trust you once,” Chu Feng said. He projected his consciousness into his spirit space.
“Dandan, I hope this girl’s not bluffing and she really knows you. Then you won’t be so alone in this world,” he murmured, glancing at Dandan in her seclusion, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
His Queen had been dragged here by his mother, bound by a seal that kept her from returning to the Asura Spirit World.
A spirit of Asura, stuck in this alien place—though she never showed it, Chu Feng could imagine her loneliness.
That guilt had always weighed on him.
It’s why he was willing to gamble.
He reached out to the spirit, starting the process to form a contract between spiritist and spirit.
The spirit was ready, and they quickly sealed the bond.
*Whoosh—*
Light flared, winds howled, and a boundary gate ripped open in Chu Feng’s spirit space.
Then, a graceful figure stepped elegantly out of it.
