“Chu Feng, what do you think that thing really was?”
Wuma Shengjie asked because she felt the entity that took Chu Feng’s Qilin Egg and poisoned him wasn’t just a simple evil spirit.
“I’m clueless too, but the answer will come eventually. When I reach Supreme Realm, I’ll find out,” Chu Feng said with a faint smile.
“You’re still smiling? There’s poison in your body—aren’t you worried at all?” Wuma Shengjie was baffled. Chu Feng’s mentality was almost too carefree.
“I don’t know what it is or why it’s there, but it took my Qilin Egg and poisoned me, going to all that trouble to ensure I return. It must need me for something—something only I can do, not itself. So it definitely won’t kill me.”
“As for reaching Supreme Realm in ten years, do you think I can do it?” Chu Feng asked.
“With your talent, Supreme Realm won’t stop you, but ten years… that’s a tight deadline,” Wuma Shengjie said, worry creasing her face.
She didn’t doubt Chu Feng’s potential, but Supreme Realm was no small feat.
In the entire Ancestral Martial Starfield, only a handful had reached it—all cultivators of thousands, even tens of thousands, of years.
Ten years to Supreme Realm?
Chu Feng would still be under a hundred, young even among prodigies.
At that age, reaching Supreme Realm seemed impossible, even for a monstrous genius.
Because she thought he couldn’t do it, she added, “Master Liangqiu’s fond of you. He’d probably help.”
“Silly girl, you think Master Liangqiu could take on that thing? The phenomenon wasn’t its doing—it was the so-called Nine Dragons Saint Lord’s—but that thing’s strength is definitely above Master Liangqiu’s.”
“So I’m sure it wasn’t bluffing. This poison’s tricky to remove. If I try messing with it, it could kill me,” Chu Feng said.
“The poison’s *that* bad?” Wuma Shengjie tensed, hearing this.
After all, the poison was in Chu Feng’s body—he’d know best how dangerous it was.
“Haha, just kidding! The poison’s no big deal. Relax, girl, I’ll be fine,” Chu Feng said.
He flashed a carefree grin, looking utterly unburdened, as if he truly had no worries.
But Wuma Shengjie’s brows stayed furrowed. She knew his earlier words weren’t a joke—the poison was surely perilous.
“Alright, stop frowning. I’m set on taking first in this Ancestral Martial Ten Stars, but second place—you confident?” Chu Feng asked.
“We’re stuck here, no idea when we’ll get out. If we make it in time, fine, but if not, we won’t even get to the final round. How can we compete?” Wuma Shengjie sighed.
“True. If it let us go, why make it so complicated?” Chu Feng said, starting to examine the passage closely.
“Girl, look closely. This place… it holds the way of martial cultivation,” he said suddenly, his tone serious.
“What?” Wuma Shengjie quickly looked, and her expression shifted.
They couldn’t move freely in the passage, swept along by a powerful current at high speed, the walls flashing by.
But under close scrutiny, they saw mysterious patterns etched into the rock.
Focusing intently, they realized these patterns indeed contained the way of martial cultivation!
…
While Chu Feng and Wuma Shengjie studied the passage’s martial insights, back where they’d met the mysterious entity, a resentful voice echoed.
“This kid’s cultivation is weak, but he’s young and carries something like a Heaven-Swallowing Qilin. What’s his background?”
“Nine Dragons Saint Lord, you’re not setting me up again, luring some big clan’s heir here, are you?”
“No, that can’t be right. This is a backwater place—where would such a powerful force come from?”
“Could it be, while I was trapped here, some major power or figure came and left descendants?”
As the voice mused, those massive blood-red eyes stayed fixed on Chu Feng’s Qilin Egg, gleaming with joy but also a hint of wariness.
…
Atop the Nine Dragons Anomaly Ridge, tension mounted.
Seven of the ten spots in the ridge’s depths were taken.
The occupants were Linghu Yueyue, Linghu Tiemian, Tantai Xing’er, Linghu Mingye, Linghu Lun, Nightmare Wushuang, and Tongtian Yuanming.
Only three spots remained. Once filled, the Ancestral Martial Ten Stars would be set.
All that’d be left was ranking them.
“Sigh, we thought Chu Feng, son of Chu Xuanyuan, and Wuma Shengjie, the prophesied child, would put on a show, but they just died like that.”
“Blame Linghu Tiemian. That guy’s too shameless.”
Many whispered, scorning Linghu Tiemian.
But others were ecstatic, unable to stop grinning—those who hated Chu Feng, like the Gong Heavenly Clan’s juniors, those he’d defeated, and, of course, Linghu Tiemian himself.
Though his sneak attack on Chu Feng would earn contempt, eliminating his rival felt worth it.
Rumble
Suddenly, thunder roared above the clear sky.
Dark thunderclouds appeared from nowhere, instantly blanketing the heavens.
“What’s happening?”
Everyone’s expressions changed. Not just the juniors—even figures like Tantai Xiangnan and Master Liangqiu were stunned.
They knew this scene too well—it was the same phenomenon as before.
