“That object is related to Heavenly Bloodlines,” Chu Feng said. “If I’m not mistaken, it’s used to test bloodline power.”
“Brother Chu Feng, you don’t recognize it?” Fu Mo Shaoyu said, surprised. “And you call yourself a Heavenly Bloodline holder? This is a Bloodline Testing Stone, similar to the Heavenly Thunder Platform, used to test bloodlines. It’s said that exceptionally gifted Heavenly Bloodline holders can trigger nine-coloured lightning, though few manage it. Give it a try, Chu Feng. You might spark the lightning.”
“Haha, how laughable,” Zuoqiu Tiansheng scoffed before Fu Mo Shaoyu finished. “I, Zuoqiu Tiansheng, with my extraordinary talent and mastery of the legendary Divine Punishment Mysterious Technique, could only trigger eight-coloured lightning. Him, trigger nine colours? Delusional.”
His arrogance persisted despite being bound and beaten by Fu Mo Shaoyu, still hurling threats and now mocking Chu Feng.
“Shameless,” Fu Mo Xin’er snapped. “You dare compare yourself to Chu Feng? He could immobilize you with ease.”
“Hmph, an old cultivator bullying a junior is no feat,” Zuoqiu Tiansheng sneered. “Besides, those skilled in spirit techniques often lack martial talent. Oh, and this Bloodline Testing Stone only responds to juniors under a hundred years old. An old relic like him sitting on it would be useless.”
“Oh? Is that so?” Chu Feng, initially uninterested, now felt intrigued.
He leaped up and landed firmly on the Bloodline Testing Stone.
Crackle!
The moment he touched it, nine beams of lightning shot skyward, interwoven yet distinct in colour, dazzlingly brilliant—nine-coloured lightning!
“How… how is this possible?” Zuoqiu Tiansheng, previously smug, was stunned. “Is he a junior too?”
Even Chu Feng’s easy defeat hadn’t fazed him, as he believed only an older cultivator could overpower him, not a peer.
But he knew the Bloodline Testing Stone was incomplete, limiting it to juniors only.
Chu Feng triggering nine-coloured lightning meant two things: his talent far surpassed Zuoqiu Tiansheng’s, and he was also a junior.
That a junior with superior martial talent, a Dragon Mark Saint Cloak Spiritist, could defeat him so effortlessly was unbearable for the self-assured genius, shattering his confidence.
“I’ve never seen anyone trigger nine-coloured lightning,” a resonant voice boomed from the sky. “Truly, the young are formidable.”
Chu Feng, Fu Mo Shaoyu, and Fu Mo Xin’er’s faces changed as they looked up to see two figures, both bearing Zuoqiu Heavenly Clan tokens.
One, a middle-aged man with white hair, exuded an unfathomable aura, his strength immense.
“Father! Brother, save me!” Zuoqiu Tiansheng shouted.
The newcomers were his father, the Zuoqiu Heavenly Clan Leader, and his brother, Zuoqiu Daoyi.
“Damn it,” Chu Feng muttered, realizing the gravity of the situation.
He had sensed the Clan Leader’s power but hadn’t expected him to be the clan’s strongest, a Supreme Pinnacle existence.
Against such a figure, escape was impossible.
“Daoyi, free your brother,” the Clan Leader ordered.
Zuoqiu Daoyi descended to undo the barrier chains.
“Father…” he soon looked back, his eyes pleading for help, unable to break the chains with his strength.
“I’ve always told you there are greater heavens and people beyond,” the Clan Leader said. “You didn’t believe me. Do you now?”
He glanced at Chu Feng with appreciation, then pointed casually.
Snap!
The barrier chains binding Zuoqiu Tiansheng shattered instantly.
“Father, these two came out of nowhere, stealing my lady and beating me. You must avenge me!” Zuoqiu Tiansheng pleaded, rushing to his father’s side.
Slap!
To everyone’s shock, the Clan Leader swung his sleeve, delivering a resounding slap to Zuoqiu Tiansheng’s face.
Zuoqiu Tiansheng was dumbfounded, as were Chu Feng, Fu Mo Shaoyu, and Fu Mo Xin’er.
What was happening?
Rumours held that the Clan Leader doted on his children, especially Zuoqiu Tiansheng. Given their actions, Chu Feng and his companions expected death.
Why, then, did the doting Clan Leader strike his son instead of them?
“Young friends, I have failed in raising my son, making a spectacle for you,” the Clan Leader said, descending to face Chu Feng’s group with a warm smile. “I see you three are exceptionally talented, surely of great origins. May I know your names and where you come from?”
