“Little girl, with that attitude, are you going to take it by force if I don’t hand it over?” Chu Feng asked with a smile.
But Yin Zhuanghong’s expression remained serious.
“It’s very important to me.”
“Then tell me why you’re so desperate to see Master Yuan Shu. If you tell me, I’ll give it to you.”
“If you don’t, I won’t,” Chu Feng said jokingly.
Boom—
Suddenly, an invisible pressure swept out from Yin Zhuanghong, instantly enveloping the surroundings.
It was her aura, the pressure of a Sixth Rank Venerable.
“Little girl, you’re actually a Sixth Rank Venerable.”
“It seems the strongest junior in the All-Heaven Starfield isn’t Nangong Yifan but you,” Chu Feng said with a smile.
When he first met Yin Zhuanghong, she had already displayed her strength.
Back then, Chu Feng was far inferior, only sensing that she was unfathomably powerful.
Today, her true strength didn’t disappoint him.
Even though Chu Feng had grown tremendously, now possessing the cultivation of a Fifth Rank Venerable, he still fell short of her.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
As Yin Zhuanghong spoke, she extended her hand toward Chu Feng.
But Chu Feng smiled faintly, tucking the token into his robe.
“If you don’t tell me, you’ll have to take it by force.”
Crackle—
As he spoke, lightning flickered around him, and a “God” character appeared on his brow.
The God-Level Lightning Mark and Lightning Armor activated simultaneously, boosting Chu Feng’s cultivation from Fifth Rank Venerable to Seventh Rank Venerable in an instant.
Sensing his cultivation, Yin Zhuanghong’s gaze shifted.
Though she had seen through his disguise, she hadn’t seen through his cultivation.
His sudden increase surprised her.
But the surprise was fleeting.
Boom—
Blazing flames erupted from Yin Zhuanghong’s body.
As the flames swirled around her and she rose into the air, a massive fiery phoenix faintly appeared behind her.
At the same time, her cultivation rose from Sixth Rank Venerable to Seventh Rank Venerable.
“A supreme treasure, huh? I have one too.”
Chu Feng smiled, then unleashed the power of the Fire Qilin Curse, boosting his cultivation again from Seventh Rank to Eighth Rank Venerable, surpassing Yin Zhuanghong once more.
“This sensation?”
After his cultivation rose, Chu Feng’s expression shifted, his emotions complex.
Clearly, Yin Zhuanghong’s supreme treasure radiated intense heat.
The heat waves rolled, making the area feel like the depths of a magma pool.
Only Chu Feng’s strength and the sturdy surroundings kept everything intact.
If the structures were ordinary, the heat alone would have reduced them to ashes.
Though the heat didn’t affect Chu Feng, he acknowledged its intensity.
Yet now, he felt a chill.
A bone-piercing cold swept through the area.
Despite the heat not subsiding, both cold and heat coexisted, both emanating from Yin Zhuanghong.
Looking at her, Chu Feng saw strands of blue gas emanating from her body.
That was the source of the chill.
“Divinely Bestowed Power—she’s a Divine Body!”
Chu Feng exclaimed.
Yin Zhuanghong, in her red dress with flames swirling around her, looked like a flame goddess.
The red dress was an accessory, and the supreme treasure was something she acquired later.
But her Divinely Bestowed Power was innate.
The chilling Divine Power explained her cold demeanor.
As she unleashed it, her cultivation rose again, matching Chu Feng’s at Eighth Rank Venerable.
Clang—
A flash of cold light, and Yin Zhuanghong drew a long sword, pointing it at Chu Feng.
It was the Red Jade Mandarin Duck Sword.
Seeing it, Chu Feng flipped his wrist, revealing the Blue Jade Mandarin Duck Sword, pointing it at her.
As the two swords appeared, two streams of energy surged toward each other, intertwining as if passionately embracing.
It was only natural—the Red Jade Mandarin Duck Sword and Blue Jade Mandarin Duck Sword were a pair.
Seeing the swords’ reaction, Yin Zhuanghong’s fierce gaze flickered.
“Chu Feng, don’t force me. I don’t want to fight you,” she said.
“Little girl, if you want to beat me, don’t hold back,” Chu Feng replied, still smiling, unlike her solemn demeanor.
As he spoke, a ruthless glint flashed in her eyes.
Boom—
Heat and cold raged, forming a massive vortex that soared into the sky, as if heralding the apocalypse.
It was Yin Zhuanghong.
The flames and cold emanating from her began to merge.
In that moment, her cultivation rose again, from Eighth Rank to Ninth Rank Venerable—the pinnacle of the Venerable realm!
Her true cultivation was only Sixth Rank Venerable.
With her supreme treasure and Divine Body, she had jumped three ranks.
“What powerful Divinely Bestowed Power.”
Chu Feng’s eyes shone with admiration. Though it seemed her treasure and Divine Power together enabled the boost, he could tell the treasure was merely auxiliary. The true force was her Divine Power.
Raising her cultivation two ranks through Divine Power alone was a feat few could achieve.
This confirmed she was a true genius, outshining not just Nangong Yifan but even Linghu Hongfei.
“Are you really forcing me to fight?” Yin Zhuanghong asked sharply.
“You win.”
Chu Feng smiled, sheathed the Blue Jade Mandarin Duck Sword, and tossed the token to her.
In truth, he still had his own Divine Power unactivated. If it came to a fight, he didn’t fear her.
But he never intended to fight—he only wanted to test her true strength.
And she hadn’t disappointed him.
Holding the token, Yin Zhuanghong looked at him, “You were testing me?”
“How so?” Chu Feng asked.
“Why else would you give up?” she countered.
“You’re so strong. I can’t compete, so I won’t,” Chu Feng said, shrugging.
“Is that so?” A trace of doubt flickered in her eyes.
“Could it be you saw through my Divine Power with those eyes of yours?” Chu Feng asked with a smile.
At that, Yin Zhuanghong rolled her eyes, “A Heaven-Rank Bloodline holder with Divinely Bestowed Power? You must be dreaming.”
