Caught up in such emotions, it was only natural to reminisce a bit.
But it was just a brief catching-up. After all, Chu Feng had urgent matters awaiting him.
At that moment, Master Liangqiu was still gazing at the silhouettes of the Four Symbols Sacred Beasts in the void.
*Swoosh—*
Suddenly, the four beasts began to transform, merging with the golden light and plunging into Chu Feng’s body.
The world returned to normal.
Chu Feng opened his eyes.
“Chu Feng, your cultivation!”
The moment he did, Liangqiu’s eyes lit up with astonishment.
Chu Feng was no longer a Third-Rank Venerable but a Fifth-Rank Venerable.
He’d broken through two ranks without triggering heavenly lightning.
This meant the breakthrough wasn’t tied to his bloodline power.
If not his bloodline, there was only one other possibility: the fusion of the Heavenly Gifted Power.
“Senior, I did it,” Chu Feng said with a smile to Liangqiu, then bowed deeply to Old Man Ox-Nose. “Thank you, Senior.”
While Liangqiu was thrilled, Old Man Ox-Nose remained calm, as if it was all expected.
“No need for thanks. If you want to repay me, take action,” Old Man said.
“Senior, whatever you need, just say it,” Chu Feng replied.
“There is indeed something.”
Old Man glanced at Liangqiu, a sly grin spreading across his face.
“Ahem…”
“You old coot, just say if you want me to leave,” Liangqiu said, rolling his eyes. He turned to Chu Feng. “I’ll wait for you at the Ancient Teleportation Array.”
With that, Liangqiu soared toward the array.
Now, only Chu Feng and Old Man Ox-Nose remained.
“Senior, how can I assist you?” Chu Feng asked proactively.
“In the All-Heaven Starfield, I have an old friend.”
“We’re both friends and rivals, so we made a pact.”
“We each take a disciple, train them carefully, and when the time comes, he sends his disciple to challenge me, and I send mine to challenge him.”
“If my disciple wins, I win.”
“If his disciple wins, he wins.”
“If both succeed or both fail, it’s a draw.”
“But I’ve never found a suitable disciple, so the pact has gone unfulfilled until now.”
“Now that I have a disciple, it’s time to honor it.”
“After you settle your feud with the Linghu Heavenly Clan, head to the All-Heaven Starfield.”
“This is where that old guy is. Just say you’re Ox-Nose’s disciple,” Old Man said, tossing Chu Feng a map.
“But Senior, I’m not your disciple,” Chu Feng said.
“What, all that talk earlier, and now you won’t help with this small favor?”
“Even if you don’t want to be my disciple, can’t you pretend to be?”
“For years, I’ve taken no disciples—not because I couldn’t, but because my standards are high.”
“But that old guy thinks I’m incompetent, mocking me for centuries over it.”
“You know how much I value face, yet I’ve endured this ridicule for so long.”
“How can I swallow that?” Old Man said, glaring at Chu Feng, as if refusal would be a grave offense.
“Alright, Senior, I’ll help.”
“Once I deal with the Linghu Heavenly Clan, I’ll head to the All-Heaven Starfield,” Chu Feng agreed,无奈.
“That’s more like it.”
Old Man’s anger vanished, replaced by a beaming smile.
“But Senior, are you that confident in me?”
“I’m challenging the Linghu Heavenly Clan.”
“Are you so sure I’ll return safely?” Chu Feng asked.
“A mere Linghu Heavenly Clan? What’s to fear?”
“If you can’t handle them, you’re not worthy to be my disciple.”
“Chu Feng, remember, my disciple is meant to roam the Holy Light Galaxy, to conquer the vast martial world.”
“If a place like the Ancestral Martial Starfield holds you back, even if you wanted to be my disciple later, I wouldn’t accept you,” Old Man said.
“Senior, you make the Ancestral Martial Starfield sound so insignificant,” Chu Feng said.
“It *is* insignificant,” Old Man replied.
“Then what level is the Ancestral Martial Starfield in the Holy Light Galaxy?” Chu Feng asked, curious.
He knew the Ancestral Martial Starfield’s dynamics well.
But the Holy Light Galaxy was a mystery, an unknown realm—mysterious, dangerous, yet irresistibly alluring.
“What level?”
“Think of the Ancestral Martial Lower Realm compared to the Great Chiliocosm Upper Realm. That’s the Ancestral Martial Starfield’s standing in the Holy Light Galaxy,” Old Man said.
The Ancestral Martial Lower Realm couldn’t compare to the Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm, let alone the Great Chiliocosm Upper Realm.
Old Man’s words highlighted the vast gap between the Ancestral Martial Starfield and the top starfields in the Holy Light Galaxy.
Chu Feng, skeptical, asked, “Is the gap between starfields really that big?”
“Of course. The Holy Light Galaxy has ninety-six starfields.”
“Fifty are Lower Starfields.”
“Thirty are Middle Starfields.”
“Six are Upper Starfields.”
“You can tell the hierarchy from the names, right?” Old Man asked.
“I get the idea,” Chu Feng nodded, then asked, “What about the last ten?”
“The final ten, being too weak, are called Abandoned Starfields.”
“They’re not even qualified to join the Holy Light Galaxy’s grand events. And the Ancestral Martial Starfield is the weakest of them,” Old Man said.
