“By the way, have you investigated that forbidden area where that guy went into seclusion? Is there really a treasure there that can enhance cultivation?”
“Otherwise, why would that Chu Xuanyuan deliberately get himself punished just to cultivate there?” the blue-robed man suddenly asked.
“We checked. That place only contains a force that suppresses those with the Heavenly Clan bloodline. Normally, someone with that bloodline would regress in cultivation there, not advance.”
“I don’t know why Chu Xuanyuan chose to go into seclusion there,” Wuming Doutian replied.
“Useless. Of course a failure like you wouldn’t find anything. Once I wipe out the Chu Heavenly Clan, I’ll go check it myself,” the blue-robed man said.
“Sir, you’re going to kill Chu Feng?” Wuming Doutian asked.
“A small clan producing three exceptionally talented individuals across three generations—grandfather, father, and son—is not a good sign.”
“Though I’m not afraid of them, we won’t be here often. If I’m not around, you absolutely can’t handle them.”
“Since you’ve failed to deal with it, I’ll have to clean up your mess.”
“Useless thing. If you were competent, would I need to wipe your ass for you?”
The blue-robed man glared at Wuming Doutian with mocking eyes.
“But…” Wuming Doutian started to speak.
“But what? You think I can’t handle a mere junior?” The blue-robed man’s face darkened, clearly displeased.
“I wouldn’t dare doubt your strength, sir.”
“It’s just… Chu Feng could have killed me today but spared me.”
“If we…” Wuming Doutian hesitated, feeling uneasy about annihilating the Chu Heavenly Clan after being spared.
*Slap!*
Suddenly, a hand struck Wuming Doutian’s cheek hard.
It was the blue-robed man. The slap sent Wuming Doutian flying.
When he landed, his face was deformed.
Already weak, he grew even weaker.
Yet he didn’t dare make a sound, hurriedly crawling back to kneel halfway before the man.
His actions showed how much he feared the blue-robed man.
“Useless thing. Who do you think you are? You’re just our dog.”
“And now you’re talking about righteousness?”
“Let me tell you, if your Wuming Clan can’t control the Ancestral Martial Starfield anymore, we’ll replace you.”
“When that happens, your Wuming Clan will vanish from this world—not one of you will survive.”
The blue-robed man’s furious roar echoed through the area.
The Wuming Clan members were terrified, nearly collapsing.
After all, this man had the power to destroy their clan.
Fortunately, he didn’t attack them. After speaking, he soared into the air and left.
But just after he departed, two figures flew out, chasing in the direction the blue-robed man had gone.
It was Wuming Yuanzhi and Wuming Xiongmou.
*Ugh!*
Before they could exit the hall, they cried out.
An invisible force had sealed the hall’s entrance.
“What are you doing?”
Wuming Doutian roared.
It was he who had blocked Wuming Yuanzhi and Wuming Xiongmou.
“Father, Chu Feng is our friend. We can’t stand by and let him die.”
“We have to save him,” they said in unison.
“Ridiculous! Save him? Can you save him?”
“By the time you get there, the Chu Heavenly Clan will be gone.”
“If he sees you, you’ll die too.”
“Not even Long Daozhi would dare save him.”
“Do you know who that is?”
“He’s…”
Perhaps due to anger and his weakened state, Wuming Doutian began coughing violently before finishing.
“Yuanzhi, Xiongmou, stop this nonsense.”
Seeing this, others quickly restrained them, refusing to let them go despite their protests.
Meanwhile, someone approached to heal Wuming Doutian.
“No need.”
Wuming Doutian waved them off, gazing out through the broken hall doors toward the Chu Heavenly Clan’s direction.
His expression was complex.
“This is the Chu Heavenly Clan’s calamity. Whether they survive depends on their fate,” Wuming Doutian said softly.
“Lord Domain Master, I have a question, if I may,” Wuming Fenghuo stepped forward.
“At this point, what can’t be asked? Speak,” Wuming Doutian said.
“Our clan occupies the Starfield Main Realm, and our people have been using our bloodline power to mine the blue ore deep within, but we’ve never used it.”
“When I asked before, you wouldn’t say.”
Before Wuming Fenghuo could finish, Wuming Doutian spoke:
“Yes, the blue ore is supplied to them.”
“That’s our Wuming Clan’s mission here.”
“We control the Ancestral Martial Starfield to manage the Starfield Main Realm, mining the blue ore for their cultivation.”
“Because of the blue ore’s unique nature, only our Wuming Clan’s bloodline power can extract it, so they need us.”
“And our Wuming Clan originally had a surname, but they erased it.”
“They said dogs don’t deserve surnames.”
At this, Wuming Doutian gave a bitter smile.
The once-proud leader had set aside all pride to reveal the truth.
His words left a bitter taste in the Wuming Clan’s hearts.
So, despite ruling the Ancestral Martial Starfield for so long, they were merely someone else’s dogs.
“Lord Domain Master, do you know that man’s cultivation?” Wuming Fenghuo asked.
“Last time we met, he was a Fourth Rank Supreme. Now, he’s likely a Fifth Rank Supreme, or possibly stronger,” Wuming Doutian said.
“Then the Chu Heavenly Clan…” Wuming Fenghuo’s face fell. He had hoped that if the man’s cultivation wasn’t too high, Chu Feng’s talent might give the Chu Heavenly Clan a chance.
But a Fifth Rank Supreme? The Chu Heavenly Clan had little hope.
“His cultivation isn’t extraordinary, but the force behind him is immensely powerful.”
“Do you know why Ancestral Martial Dragon City, despite being stronger than our Wuming Clan, never dares claim the Ancestral Martial Starfield?”
“Because they back us.”
“With them behind us, no one dares take the Ancestral Martial Starfield. Anyone who tries will die,” Wuming Doutian said.
Hearing this, the Wuming Clan understood why Wuming Doutian had said those words during his fight with Chu Feng.
He wasn’t just intimidating Chu Feng.
There was indeed a powerful force secretly controlling the Ancestral Martial Starfield.
This revelation left the Wuming Clan with mixed emotions.
For a moment, the hall fell eerily silent.
The once-arrogant clan, learning they were mere pawns, felt suppressed, pained, and directionless.
Until a figure appeared, breaking the silence.
Seeing him, everyone’s hearts tightened.
He wore the same blue robe as the previous man.
And he had the same distinctive blue hair.
Most importantly, his aura was even stronger than the last man’s.
“Where’s Lan Fu Jianpeng?” he demanded, looking at Wuming Doutian.
“Greetings, Lord Long Ping,” Wuming Doutian hurriedly bowed.
The Wuming Clan followed, kneeling in respect.
This was Lord Long Ping, whom Wuming Doutian had mentioned, who had witnessed his battle with Chu Xuanyuan.
“Wuming Doutian, I asked you where Lan Fu Jianpeng is!” Lord Long Ping roared.
“Lord Jianpeng went to the Chu Heavenly Clan,” Wuming Doutian replied.
“He’s already gone?”
Hearing this, panic flashed across Long Ping’s face. He quickly asked, “How long ago?”
“About half an hour,” Wuming Doutian said.
“Damn it.”
Long Ping turned to leave but stopped abruptly. With a grab, he pulled Wuming Doutian to his side.
With Wuming Doutian in tow, he sped toward the Chu Heavenly Clan.
“Lord Long Ping, what’s happened?” Wuming Doutian couldn’t help but ask.
He knew Long Ping was different from Jianpeng. Long Ping was not only stronger but also more composed.
Seeing Long Ping so tense meant something major was afoot.
“If Lan Fu Jianpeng slaughters the Chu Heavenly Clan today…”
“Not only will your Wuming Clan be doomed, but even my Lan Fu Clan will be finished,” Long Ping said.
