Chu Feng had long known that Linghu Zhishi was utterly devoid of conscience.
But he never imagined the man could be so ruthless as to not even spare his own daughter.
When Linghu Yueyue refused to join his depravity, as her father, he could have simply let her leave.
Instead, he not only stripped her of her treasures but also personally crippled her cultivation.
This was his own flesh and blood.
What kind of heartlessness could drive a father to such cruelty?
Even Linghu Yueyue herself likely never expected her father to be so merciless.
Even a tiger doesn’t eat its cubs, yet her father struck her with such a heavy hand.
Perhaps this was why Linghu Yueyue’s personality changed so drastically. Such a blow was indeed unbearable for most.
After her cultivation was destroyed, Linghu Zhishi expelled her from the Linghu Heavenly Clan, leaving her to fend for herself.
Under his intimidation, no one in the clan dared speak up for her, even if some felt pity.
Only Linghu An’an stood up.
But the consequence of helping Linghu Yueyue was clear.
While Linghu An’an wasn’t stripped of her treasures, her cultivation was also crippled.
Linghu Zhishi’s methods were brutal. Both Linghu Yueyue and Linghu An’an, with their cultivation destroyed, were gravely injured, barely able to move, and in mortal danger.
Had they not encountered the head of the White-Robed Nunnery, they might have died.
Upon learning her revered father’s true nature, Linghu Yueyue, heartbroken, chose to shave her head and become a nun, taking the nunnery’s head as her master.
Hearing the full story, Chu Feng felt even more sympathy for Linghu Yueyue.
Thus, he restored the dantians of both Linghu Yueyue and Linghu An’an.
Linghu Yueyue didn’t resist; instead, she was deeply grateful.
Unaware that Chu Feng was someone she knew, she saw him as a stranger willing to help her, naturally inspiring gratitude.
After restoring their dantians, Chu Feng left the White-Robed Nunnery and headed to Elephant Mountain Valley.
Elephant Mountain Valley was actually a vast, continuous mountain range.
The mountains were made of giant stones, barren, devoid of grass, trees, or wildlife.
Yet, the stacked stones, viewed from the northwest, resembled a massive elephant standing between heaven and earth, hence the name.
This valley was the territory of the Cloudspirit Clan, with only one specific entrance, guarded year-round by their clansmen.
When Chu Feng arrived at the entrance, he finally saw these Cloudspirit Clan members.
They stood neatly on either side, clad in leather armor, gripping black spears, motionless like statues.
Aside from their tall stature and special runes carved on their bodies and faces, they looked no different from humans.
Besides the Cloudspirit clansmen, many others lingered nearby.
News of cracks appearing at the mental spring had drawn crowds, all seeking the mental spring water.
Though useless for martial cultivators, it held some value.
These people, lacking confidence to find the spring’s source, clung to a fluke hope that luck might favor them. Even if they found nothing, they figured they’d lose nothing.
While many had come, their cultivation was generally weak. Chu Feng noticed most were at Heavenly Immortal, Martial Immortal, or even True Immortal Realm, with very few Exalted Realm cultivators.
People from all directions were streaming into the valley.
Though the Cloudspirit clansmen guarded the entrance, they didn’t stop anyone from entering.
It seemed the valley had indeed undergone a change.
But to Chu Feng, this change felt more complex than the rumors suggested.
The rumor was that a crack had appeared at the mental spring’s outflow, giving people a chance to find its source.
Yet Chu Feng observed cracks not only in the mountains but also on the ground.
Some were so severe that peaks tens of thousands of meters high had split, as if a massive earthquake had struck.
Most crucially, the moment Chu Feng stepped into the valley with the crowd, his spiritual power was sealed.
A powerful force, emanating from the valley’s depths, blocked his spiritual power.
This prevented Chu Feng from using his Heaven’s Eyes, spiritual perception, or even formation techniques.
This force wasn’t purely formation-based or martial power but a blend of multiple energies, even carrying an ancient aura.
Most intriguingly, this strange, mixed force didn’t seem deliberately set to restrict spiritual power.
It felt more like an unintended fusion of energies, forming this peculiar power.
But even if it was a fusion, it meant these energies were already present here, or how else could they have intertwined?
In short, this place was very strange.
