“Does my Chu Clan Heavenly Clan have any grudge with your Xu Clan Heavenly Clan?” the Chu Clan man asked.
“There wasn’t one before, but there is now. Thirteen days ago, at Ice Summit Peak, a brat from your Chu Clan Heavenly Clan offended our young master.”
“Though that guy was eventually captured and thrown into the Fire Prison—getting what he deserved—”
“A Chu Clan member daring to disrespect our young master means your Chu Clan Heavenly Clan should pay a price,” a Xu Clan member said.
Hearing this, the crowd understood the situation.
But to trouble other Chu Clan members just for a minor clash? That seemed excessively domineering of the Xu Clan.
People in the Nine Dragons Upper Realm knew the Xu Clan well.
In terms of raw strength, the Xu Clan might not surpass the Chu Clan much, if at all. In fame, they lagged far behind.
After all, the Chu Clan Heavenly Clan had produced figures like Chu Hanxian and Chu Xuanyuan—legendary, heaven-defying talents.
Though the Chu Clan had never been overwhelmingly powerful, its name was known to nearly everyone in the Ancestral Martial Star Region.
But the Xu Clan’s audacity had a reason: their backing—the Tantai Heavenly Clan.
At this moment, the most despairing was the Chu Clan man.
By now, he knew escape was impossible today.
“If there’s a grievance or a debt, come at me.”
Just then, a figure swooped down, landing in front of the Chu Clan man.
The sudden arrival startled everyone, but none more so than the Chu Clan man himself.
“Chu Feng, why are you here?”
The man actually recognized Chu Feng.
“Senior, you know me?” Chu Feng was equally surprised.
“You’re Xuanyuan’s son—how could I not know you?” the man replied.
“What? Xuanyuan’s son? Which Xuanyuan?”
“This guy’s called Chu Feng—could he be Chu Xuanyuan’s son?”
“But wasn’t Chu Xuanyuan’s son supposed to have died long ago?”
The man’s words sparked an uproar. Everyone began scrutinizing Chu Feng, including the Xu Clan members.
Noticing the hostile looks from the Xu Clan, the man grabbed Chu Feng, pulling him behind him and spreading his arms to shield him.
“This has nothing to do with him. If I’ve offended you, come at me—don’t harm him.”
The man, previously panicked and timid, now spoke with a clear, resolute voice.
His actions made Chu Feng pause, stirring emotions within him.
Chu Feng didn’t even know this Chu Clan member, yet here he was, standing in front of him in a moment of crisis. It was both unexpected and touching.
Reflecting on his time back at the Chu Clan, aside from the clan leader Chu Xuanzhengfa, Chu Lingxi, and a few others, most had shown Chu Feng not care but harm.
He’d grown used to the indifference, even treachery, of his clansmen.
So encountering someone from his clan protecting him like this naturally moved him—especially since this was a stranger.
But the Xu Clan members were no longer interested in the man. Their focus shifted entirely to Chu Feng.
“You just said, ‘If there’s a grievance or a debt, come at me.’ What did you mean?” one of the Xu Clan members asked.
Chu Feng smiled and stepped in front of the Chu Clan man.
The man tried to hold him back but couldn’t stop him.
Standing before the man, Chu Feng faced the Xu Clan members. “The one who clashed with your young master at Ice Summit Peak—it was me.”
“You?”
“Impossible. Weren’t you locked up? How could you be out so soon?”
“And that was the Fire Prison—even if you got out, you couldn’t be unscathed,” the Xu Clan members questioned.
“There are many things in this world beyond your imagination. All you need to know is that I’m the one who offended your young master. If you have a grudge or a score to settle, come at me,” Chu Feng said.
“You’ve got guts. But I’ve got a question.”
“The man behind you called you Chu Feng and said you’re Xuanyuan’s son. Is that Xuanyuan… Chu Xuanyuan?” a Xu Clan member asked.
When this question was posed, the previously noisy scene fell eerily silent.
Everyone shut their mouths. Aside from the wind, only the sound of breathing remained.
All eyes were on Chu Feng, awaiting his answer.
“As you suspect, I’m the Chu Feng rumored to have been expelled from the Chu Clan years ago and died in the lower realms.”
“And my father is indeed the Chu Xuanyuan you know,” Chu Feng said.
“It’s really Chu Feng? He didn’t die?”
“I’d heard rumors that Chu Feng wasn’t dead and had returned to the Chu Clan. I thought it was nonsense—turns out it’s true?”
The crowd erupted. Not only the onlookers grew excited, but even the Xu Clan members became visibly thrilled.
The son of Chu Xuanyuan—a name that carried immense weight.
Even if he were a cripple, giving him a lesson would be something to brag about.
After confirming Chu Feng’s identity, the Xu Clan members’ expressions grew increasingly sinister.
“Chu Xuanyuan’s son—I never imagined you’d survived and come here. Are you planning to join the Ancestral Martial Ten Stars selection?”
“Whatever your purpose in the Nine Dragons Upper Realm, it’s none of our business.”
“But you never should’ve offended our young master.”
“Still, since you’ve got some spine, we’ll give you a chance today.”
“Kneel before me and apologize.”
“Then come with me to our young master, kowtow ten times, and admit your fault. I might consider letting both of you off today.”
As expected, the Xu Clan member made an outrageous demand.
To pressure Chu Feng into compliance, they released their oppressive auras to intimidate him.
But just as they spoke, their faces darkened.
They realized that after their words, Chu Feng showed no fear—instead, he smiled.
Facing their threats, Chu Feng… was actually smiling?
