At this moment, Chu Feng was filled with emotion.
To receive the inheritance of the Demon-Slaying Emperor made him feel incredibly fortunate.
Whether it was his current cultivation at the Eighth Rank Supreme, the gem that could help him break through to the Dragon Mark Saint Cloak level, or the cultivation methods for the four Supreme Forbidden Martial Techniques, each was undeniably invaluable.
But the most precious of all was undoubtedly the Demon-Slaying Sword on his back.
Chu Feng took the sword from his back, holding it in his hands, feeling an indescribable sensation.
Though the Demon-Slaying Sword had lost its soul and was now merely a shell, it was still extraordinary.
It was like the difference between the remains of a martial cultivation master and an ordinary person.
An ordinary person’s bones were just that—ordinary, easily crushed even by wild dogs.
But a martial master’s remains, even as a shell, were incredibly resilient, impervious to ordinary blades.
If its essence remained, it would be even more indestructible.
“This treasure must not be revealed. It needs to be kept safe,” Chu Feng thought, admiring the Demon-Slaying Sword before carefully storing it away.
After all, aside from its past glory, the sword was now the key to unlocking the Demon-Slaying Emperor’s burial ground in the future.
Just thinking about the treasures hidden in a burial ground that could only be opened after reaching the Martial Venerable realm made Chu Feng’s blood boil with excitement.
The Martial Venerable realm was so distant.
Chu Feng had never even seen a Martial Venerable expert.
He wasn’t even sure if there were any Martial Venerable experts in the Sacred Light Star River.
But he knew that the Demon-Slaying Emperor’s cultivation in life must have surpassed the Martial Venerable realm.
And the inheritance he left behind was undoubtedly extraordinary.
However, thinking of the Demon-Slaying Emperor brought a wave of sadness to Chu Feng’s heart.
Even though, by age, the Demon-Slaying Emperor should have long passed, seeing such a figure die before his eyes still filled Chu Feng with regret.
But he didn’t dwell in sorrow.
After all, one must always look forward.
And in a way, no matter how great the Demon-Slaying Emperor was in his time, he no longer belonged to this era.
Afterward, Chu Feng left the area.
Having received the inheritance, his formation powers were now far stronger, allowing him to move freely within the Demon-Slaying Emperor’s tomb.
Soon, he returned to where the Secret Cave Saints were.
“Brother Xiuluo, you’re back!”
“Where’s the Demon-Slaying Emperor?” the Secret Cave Saints rushed to ask, clearly more curious about the Emperor than Chu Feng.
“Senior Emperor has left…” Chu Feng said.
“Left? Where to?” the Secret Cave Saints asked.
“He didn’t… die, did he?” seeing Chu Feng’s somber expression, the eldest of the Secret Cave Saints asked in surprise.
“Yes,” Chu Feng nodded, confirming it.
“What happened? How could he just leave like that?”
“Though he was a remnant soul, it seemed stable, not like it was about to dissipate,” the Secret Cave Saints said.
“It was Senior Emperor’s choice to leave,” Chu Feng explained.
“I see…”
“What a pity…”
The Secret Cave Saints understood Chu Feng’s meaning, their faces filled with regret.
“It’s rare to see you treasure hunters show such emotion for someone you’ve only met once,” Chu Feng remarked, genuinely surprised.
The Secret Cave Saints’ expressions weren’t just regret—they were deeply sorrowful, as if the Demon-Slaying Emperor were a family member.
It was the pain of losing a loved one.
And crucially, their emotions didn’t seem feigned but came from the heart.
“Actually, the Demon-Slaying Emperor was a benefactor to our clan’s ancestors,” the youngest of the Secret Cave Saints, Little Eleven, suddenly said.
“A benefactor?” Chu Feng’s eyes lit up with curiosity.
The eleven Secret Cave Saints then recounted the story together.
Back then, the Secret Cave Clan’s wealth was known throughout the world.
Though their combat strength was considerable, in that era, anyone not at the top was at risk.
The Secret Cave Clan inevitably faced attacks from other forces.
Before their extinction, they were once attacked by a powerful force—the Storm Mad Clan.
Fortunately, the Demon-Slaying Emperor happened to pass by.
Single-handedly, he repelled the Storm Mad Clan, saving the Secret Cave Clan.
Though the Secret Cave Clan was ultimately exterminated by the Storm Mad Clan, this debt of gratitude was etched in the hearts of the Secret Cave Saints.
Learning this, Chu Feng realized he had misunderstood them.
When they first saw the Demon-Slaying Emperor, they were so excited, kneeling without hesitation, their eyes filled with admiration, showering him with praise.
Chu Feng had thought they were just flattering him.
But now, it seemed their actions were genuine, from the heart.
Later, Chu Feng asked more about what happened to the Secret Cave Clan afterward.
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Storm Mad Clan eventually wiped out the Secret Cave Clan.
Only a few survived.
The eleven Secret Cave Saints were the last remaining members of their clan.
“Do you know where the Storm Mad Clan is now?” Chu Feng asked.
“They left. They’re no longer in the Sacred Light Star River,” the Secret Cave Saints replied. “As for where they went, we don’t know. But as long as we brothers live, we’ll find them. We will avenge our ancestors.
“No matter how many eras pass, this hatred will never fade.”
Chu Feng could feel the rage in their words.
“Brother Xiuluo, this is our big secret. Now that you know it, shouldn’t you share one of yours?” the Secret Cave Saints said, their tone shifting.
One moment, they were seething with vengeance; the next, they were grinning, eagerly asking about Chu Feng’s secrets.
Chu Feng couldn’t help but laugh and cry at their quick change.
But thinking about it, they had a point. To them, this was a major secret.
To the entire Zhutian Star Domain, the Secret Cave Saints were a mystery.
Yet they had opened up to Chu Feng, sharing so much.
Though Chu Feng had already learned the gist from the Demon-Slaying Emperor, their willingness to share directly was significant.
It showed they truly trusted him.
“Honestly, I don’t quite understand. You seem so shrewd, yet we’ve only known each other briefly, and you barely know me. Why share all this with me?” Chu Feng asked.
“Brother Xiuluo, we may not know you well,” the eldest of the Secret Cave Saints replied, “but we know your character. You risked giving up the inheritance to save us. Honestly, we brothers might not have done the same.
“That was the Demon-Slaying Emperor’s inheritance, after all.
“To be frank, faced with that inheritance or your life, we might have chosen the former.
“But, as you said, we barely know each other, yet you were willing to give up the inheritance to save us.
“That’s a debt we’ll never forget, not in this life or the next.
“Our lives are yours, so how could we hold anything back from you?”
