Chu Feng, unable to withstand the pain caused by the formation, fell into a coma.
It was a long time before he gradually woke up.
Upon awakening, Chu Feng felt unbearable pain coursing through his entire body, especially his head, which felt as if it were about to explode.
It took a while for the pain to slowly subside, and Chu Feng gradually came to his senses.
When he noticed the Death God’s Blade in his hand, even he was astonished.
“I actually got it?”
Chu Feng examined it closely and confirmed it was indeed the Death God’s Blade.
He was overjoyed, as he had clearly passed out before even getting close to the Death God’s Blade, thinking he had failed.
To his surprise, the Death God’s Blade was now in his hand, and it was undoubtedly the real thing.
Holding it, though he couldn’t use it or unleash its power, Chu Feng could sense the weapon’s extraordinary nature.
“You’re giving this to someone very important, aren’t you?”
Suddenly, a voice came from behind Chu Feng. Turning around, he saw Yin Zhuanghong.
At this moment, Yin Zhuanghong’s face was pale, and her aura was weak.
It was clear she was severely injured, but in her hand, she held a golden longsword—the Emperor Nether Sword.
“You succeeded,” Chu Feng said.
“You got the Death God’s Blade. If I didn’t get this Emperor Nether Sword, wouldn’t my trip have been in vain?” Yin Zhuanghong said, a faint smile curling at the corner of her mouth.
Chu Feng was surprised. This was the first time he had seen Yin Zhuanghong smile since meeting her.
“So, you can smile,” Chu Feng said with a grin.
Hearing this, Yin Zhuanghong realised she had smiled at Chu Feng and quickly suppressed it, returning to her cold, icy demeanour.
“Why do that? You look so nice when you smile. Why always keep a straight face?” Chu Feng said.
“Get up. You’ve been unconscious for ten days. It’s time to leave,” Yin Zhuanghong said.
“Ten days? I was out for that long?” Chu Feng was shocked.
Yin Zhuanghong ignored him, turning and walking towards the stairs.
“Wait, did I really take this Death God’s Blade myself?” Chu Feng asked.
He was doubtful, unsure if he had actually retrieved it himself.
“Of course it was you. How else would it be in your hand?”
“Speaking of which, I’m really curious. How could you, unconscious, still move forward in that guardian formation and obtain the Death God’s Blade?” Yin Zhuanghong looked at Chu Feng with a serious expression.
“You’re saying I got the Death God’s Blade while unconscious?” Chu Feng himself was stunned by the revelation.
“So, your World Spirit must have an extraordinary relationship with you, right?”
Yin Zhuanghong asked, genuinely curious about what kind of World Spirit could enable Chu Feng to achieve this.
“I don’t know how to explain it, but she’s very important to me,” Chu Feng said.
“I understand.”
“Let’s go.”
With that, Yin Zhuanghong walked out.
Chu Feng stood up and followed her downward.
As they descended, Chu Feng noticed that the other weapons were all protected by powerful barriers.
Those barriers were unbreakable.
This change was likely to prevent Chu Feng and Yin Zhuanghong from taking more weapons after selecting their desired ones.
It also fully confirmed that the warning on the first floor was no lie.
In this place, one could indeed only take one weapon.
“Here.”
However, when Chu Feng and Yin Zhuanghong reached the first floor, Yin Zhuanghong suddenly raised her hand and handed Chu Feng a token.
It bore the words “Red Robe Holy Land.”
“Are you inviting me to visit?” Chu Feng asked.
“My master said it’s a matter of courtesy,” Yin Zhuanghong said.
“Rare for you to be so polite,” Chu Feng said with a smile.
“Forget it if you don’t want it,” Yin Zhuanghong said, about to pull the token back.
“I want it! How could I not? I’m a very polite person,” Chu Feng said with a laugh, taking the token. At the same time, he took out a token from the Chu Heavenly Clan from his Cosmos Sack and handed it to Yin Zhuanghong.
Looking at the token Chu Feng offered, Yin Zhuanghong hesitated at first but eventually accepted it.
After taking the token, she walked out, and Chu Feng followed.
While entering the Hidden Weapon Sky-Piercing Tower required navigating a deadly formation, leaving was surprisingly calm.
When Chu Feng and Yin Zhuanghong stepped out of the tower’s range, Kong Tianhui and the other juniors swarmed around them.
“Brother Chu Feng, Miss Yin, why do you both look so pale?”
“No, your auras are so weak. Are you injured?”
Everyone was most concerned about Chu Feng and Yin Zhuanghong’s condition.
After all, both of them looked extremely frail, especially Chu Feng, whose face was as pale as a corpse.
This wasn’t just a superficial injury; both had suffered soul damage, or they wouldn’t be in such a state.
“I’m fine,” Chu Feng said with a smile.
“You’re in this state and still say you’re fine?”
“You two, take these pills. They’ll help ease your injuries,” Lord Shoujian said, handing them each a pill. At the same time, Kong Ci, Long Ning, Xian Yun, and even Wuming Yuanzhi offered valuable healing pills to Chu Feng and Yin Zhuanghong.
“Bei Yangluo, give me your Soul Forging Pill,” Nangong Yifan said to Bei Yangluo.
“What?” Bei Yangluo’s face turned ugly.
The Soul Forging Pill was an extremely precious pill, bought at great cost by his grandfather for him to use in a life-or-death situation.
“Give it to me,” Nangong Yifan’s gaze turned cold.
It wasn’t a request; it was an undeniable command.
Yet, Bei Yangluo didn’t dare defy him. He took out the precious Soul Forging Pill and handed it to Nangong Yifan.
With the pill in hand, Nangong Yifan walked towards Yin Zhuanghong, intending to give it to her for her injuries.
“Brother Chu Feng, what weapons did you get in the Hidden Weapon Sky-Piercing Tower?”
“Wait, why are you both holding each other’s sect tokens?”
Kong Tianhui had meant to see what weapons Chu Feng and Yin Zhuanghong had obtained, but when he looked at their hands, he noticed they weren’t holding weapons but rather tokens from each other’s factions, which surprised him.
“No way, really?”
The next moment, everyone else noticed it too, and the crowd erupted in exclamations.
At this point, even Chu Feng and Yin Zhuanghong were startled.
Only then did they realise that, after exchanging tokens, they had been in such a hurry to leave the tower that they forgot to put them away.
Reacting now, Yin Zhuanghong quickly stowed her token, and Chu Feng did the same with his.
But it was too late; everyone had already seen.
Especially Nangong Yifan. Seeing this, his previously joyful expression froze, as if he had turned to stone.
