“Brother Chu Feng, the dead cannot return. Please accept my condolences,” Kong Tianhui said, seeing Chu Feng’s pained expression. Unaware of the truth, he assumed Chu Feng was grieving over Chu Xuanyuan’s death and hurried to comfort him.
“Brother Chu Feng, don’t be too sad. If Uncle Xuanyuan were still here, he wouldn’t want to see you like this,” Long Ning added.
“Chu Feng, you have to stay strong,” Kong Ci chimed in, both stepping forward to console him.
This left Chu Feng caught between laughter and tears. His pain stemmed from feeling he had failed his father’s expectations, not from believing his father was dead.
Yet he couldn’t reveal that his father was still alive.
“Senior, how could Senior Chu Xuanyuan, in perfect health, suddenly pass away?” Xian Yun asked the Ancestral Martial Dragon City Lord.
Her question hit the mark, and everyone turned to Long Daozhi, eager to know why Chu Xuanyuan had died so abruptly.
“I’ve heard it was related to cultivation—losing control, falling into deviation, and meeting an unfortunate end,” Long Daozhi said.
“Like that?”
“This…”
“Sigh…”
The juniors grew even more heartbroken.
Though none had met Chu Xuanyuan, his fame in the Ancestral Martial Starfield was immense. The older generation, who had witnessed his deeds, praised him endlessly.
As a result, despite their disdain for the Chu Heavenly Clan, these juniors held Chu Xuanyuan in high esteem.
Many even idolized him.
Thus, the news of his death brought them considerable pain.
“Cultivation deviation?” Chu Feng thought, inwardly marveling at his father’s cunning.
Chu Feng hadn’t even known of his father’s “death” before Long Daozhi mentioned it.
And from Long Daozhi’s demeanor, it seemed many others already knew.
This meant that, besides the Chu Heavenly Clan, someone had been secretly watching the place where his father was supposedly imprisoned.
The powerful sealing array his father had set up must have been discovered long ago.
That array, aside from Chu Feng, was likely unbreakable.
Its strength would have convinced others that Chu Xuanyuan’s power hadn’t waned but had grown.
This was likely why they feared him.
But why had the sealing array suddenly vanished? That was worth pondering.
Now, with his father and Old Ape “dead” due to cultivation mishaps, everything made sense.
The sealing array was set up for secluded cultivation. A mishap during cultivation led to their deaths, and the array naturally dissipated.
It all added up perfectly.
“Chu Feng, I know you’re grieving. We’re all heartbroken by this,” Long Daozhi said. “But now isn’t the time to wallow in sorrow.”
“You must realize that not only are you in danger, but your Chu Heavenly Clan is too. If you’re willing, the Ancestral Martial Dragon City can be a sanctuary for your clan.”
“Senior, do you mean that?” Chu Feng’s heart leaped with joy.
“Because our Three Cities don’t meddle in Ancestral Martial Starfield affairs, we can’t send people to guard your Chu Heavenly Clan,” Long Daozhi explained. “But if your clan is willing to come to the Ancestral Martial Dragon City, no one will object.”
“Thank you for your kindness, Senior,” Chu Feng said, maintaining a calm exterior while inwardly thrilled. With his current abilities, he could protect himself, so he wasn’t worried about his own safety.
His greatest concern was the Chu Heavenly Clan.
He lacked the power to protect them.
But if the Ancestral Martial Dragon City was willing to shelter them, that would be ideal.
With the Ancestral Martial Starfield thrown into chaos by the war between the Linghu Heavenly Clan and the Starfield Main Realm, the Three Cities were practically the only safe haven.
“Chu Feng, if your clan agrees, bring them to the Ancestral Martial Dragon City,” Long Daozhi said, handing him a token—the Ancestral Martial Dragon City’s invitation token.
“This is a significant matter. I can’t decide alone. I’ll need to discuss it with our Clan Chief,” Chu Feng said, accepting the token and bowing deeply to Long Daozhi. “Still, thank you for your kindness.”
“No need for thanks, Chu Feng. Hurry back. Once news of your father’s death spreads, your Chu Heavenly Clan will be in grave danger,” Long Daozhi warned.
“Thank you for the reminder, Senior.”
Given the dire situation, Chu Feng thanked him, bid farewell, and left for the Chu Heavenly Clan.
After Chu Feng departed, the juniors returned to the Divine Armament Villa.
As for Xian Yuying, Kong Shanwu, and Long Daozhi, they didn’t stay at the villa or return to their respective domains.
Instead, the three City Lords secretly followed Chu Feng.
In fact, since Chu Feng and Kong Tianhui arrived at the Divine Armament Villa, the three had been covertly watching him.
Except for places they couldn’t enter, every move Chu Feng made was under their scrutiny. Despite Chu Feng being a Saint-cloak World Spiritist, the vast gap in strength meant he hadn’t noticed.
“Lord Long, do you think Chu Xuanyuan is really dead?” Xian Yuying asked curiously during their journey, her captivating eyes filled with suspicion. “Something about this feels off.”
“It’s best not to speculate about such matters, true or false, out of respect for the dead,” Kong Shanwu said.
“Brother Kong is right,” Long Daozhi agreed.
“Fair enough,” Xian Yuying said with a charming smile, then asked, “So, in the war between the Linghu Heavenly Clan and the Starfield Main Realm, who do you think has the upper hand?”
