Chapter 1543: Dusk Owl

As Fang Zhou shrieked, a young woman descended from the sky, landing before the Tianwu Kingdom's formation. Dressed in purple, her phoenix-like eyes held an intimidating power that was far from ordinary. Anyone who met her gaze would feel an invisible chill spread throughout their body, piercing them to the bone.

No one from the Donghan Kingdom had ever seen this woman before, but when Fang Zhou cried out the name "Fairy Zi Xuan," everyone's expression changed in unison. The Donghan King, in particular, shuddered violently, as if he had heard the name of a formidable deity. Fairy Zi Xuan, the Vice-Head of the Grand Yin Divine Mansion, was the second-in-command, second only to True Person Qing Xuan! Such a person was someone even a national ruler would struggle to gain an audience with, yet she had now appeared in Donghan Royal City.

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**Martial God Asura: Synopsis**

Regarding potential, he's no genius, yet he can master profound techniques and martial skills without a teacher. Regarding charm, what are young ladies of noble birth? Even demonesses and saintesses are irresistibly drawn to him. Regarding strength, no matter how many treasures you possess, you will surely be no match for my army of world spirits. Who am I? The people of the world see me as an Asura, but they don't know that I have become a Martial God through Asura. Ranks: Spirit Martial, Origin Martial, Profound Martial, Heaven Martial, Martial Lord, Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial Ancestor...

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**Chapter One: Outer Disciple**

Night. A full moon hung high, with stars twinkling. Yet, amidst the starry river, nine-colored lightning glowed, exceptionally dazzling.

"A celestial phenomenon has appeared; a divine body must be descending."

On the peak of the Imperial City on the Nine Provinces Continent, an old man in golden robes stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing up at the night sky. Behind him, tens of thousands of imperial city experts knelt neatly on the ground, seemingly awaiting a command.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the lightning converged, transforming into a nine-colored divine thunderbolt that struck down from above the starry river of the nine heavens. In an instant, night turned into day. Before the divine thunderbolt even landed, the ground began to rumble and tremble violently. However, the moment the nine-colored divine thunderbolt touched the continent, it caused no terrible destruction; instead, it vanished into thin air.

At the same time, the earth was once again enveloped by night, and the originally brilliant night sky dimmed considerably, as if some essence had been extracted, returning to its former tranquility. Yet, at this moment, the old man's eyes were exceptionally bright, his body trembling with excitement. He pointed to where the lightning had descended and commanded, "Within Qingzhou, bring all those born tonight back to the Imperial City!"

"Yes, sir!"

A thunderous reply echoed across the sky as tens of thousands of imperial city experts departed for Qingzhou, vowing to find the divine body and bring it into the service of the dynasty. Time flowed by, and five years passed in a flash. Although people still remembered the astonishing event from back then, no one knew what the imperial dynasty had done.

On the Nine Provinces Continent, within Qingzhou, numerous sects dotted the landscape, and the Azure Dragon Sect was one of them. Today marked the Azure Dragon Sect's annual disciple recruitment day, and outside the sect, there was a sea of people. At this time, the outer disciples were the busiest, as all the sect's reception duties fell upon them.

Being an outer disciple was a thankless and arduous task. Not only was their status low within the sect, but even outsiders looked down upon them. The reason was simple: anyone who was an outer disciple had extremely poor aptitude, making it difficult for them to achieve much in their lives, and thus they were naturally despised.

"Hey, what's with your attitude? Do you know who I am?" A lavishly dressed woman, accompanied by a boy, pointed at a young man and loudly reprimanded him.

"I'm truly sorry, but it's late, and the sect is about to close. Perhaps you two could come back tomorrow," the young man replied. His clear, handsome face still showed youthfulness, but there was a hint of heroism in his brows. His name was Chu Feng, he was fifteen years old, and he was one of the Azure Dragon Sect's tens of thousands of outer disciples.

However, among his fellow outer disciples, Chu Feng was different. He possessed no inferiority complex, nor did he succumb to self-degradation. He faced everyone without fear, calm and composed.

"Come back tomorrow? Do you take me for an idiot? In this remote mountainous wilderness, where do you expect my son and I to stay?"

"You must arrange lodging for me, or I'll go complain to your elders," the woman insisted, grabbing Chu Feng's collar.

"Brother Chu Feng, are you in trouble?" Just then, a sweet voice suddenly sounded.

Looking intently, a purple-clad girl was stepping forward. Though a smile played on her lips, her sharp eyes were fixed on the woman. Seeing the girl, the woman's face instantly changed, and a strong sense of fear emerged. This was not for any other reason than the purple robe the girl wore, which was the symbol of an inner disciple. The woman secretly realized with a jolt that things were bad. She had thought her status would allow her to make things difficult for the young man before her. Who would have thought that this insignificant-looking young man had an inner disciple as a backer—someone she couldn't afford to offend.

"It's nothing, nothing. I was just asking this young man a few questions," the woman explained with a smile.

It seemed that the Immortal Spirit Grass for Chu Yue was also a family subsidy, but Chu Yue hadn't kept it; instead, she had given it to him. While Chu Feng was touched, he couldn't bring himself to accept it.

"If I say give it to you, then take it. Are you still my brother or not?" Chu Yue said, a little displeased.

"Oh, when did Sister Chu Yue become so generous? Giving away Immortal Spirit Grass?"

"Look, I'm also your brother. I'm about to break through to the fourth level of Spirit Martial. Why don't you give me that Immortal Spirit Grass, Sister Chu Yue?"

A young man of similar age to Chu Feng walked over, also wearing the attire of an inner disciple. His name was Chu Zhen, and he also came from the Chu family. He had entered the Azure Dragon Sect with Chu Feng five years ago, but he had already become an inner disciple two years prior.

"Chu Zhen, you've already broken through to the third level of Spirit Martial and successfully condensed spirit energy. You can still soar directly even without this Immortal Spirit Grass."

"But Brother Chu Feng hasn't even condensed spirit energy yet, so this Immortal Spirit Grass is more important to him." Chu Yue forcibly placed the Immortal Spirit Grass into Chu Feng's hand.

"Yes, you're right, but unfortunately, he doesn't appreciate your kindness," Chu Zhen said, spreading his hands and sneering.

"Who said I don't want it?" Chu Feng, however, smiled slightly and unceremoniously tucked the Immortal Spirit Grass into his embrace. Then he said, "Sister Chu Yue, consider this Immortal Spirit Grass borrowed from you. I will definitely repay it twofold in the future."

"Mm, alright," Chu Yue said, delighted to see Chu Feng accept it. She casually agreed, never intending for Chu Feng to repay her.

"What do you have to repay with? Giving you this Immortal Spirit Grass is simply a waste!" Chu Zhen's expression, however, turned ugly.

Chu Feng merely smiled and ignored him, instead turning to Chu Yue and saying, "Sister Chu Yue, I will participate in this year's inner disciple assessment."

"Hmph, you? If you can pass the inner disciple assessment, I'll give you this year's family-subsidized Immortal Spirit Grass," Chu Zhen said, looking at Chu Feng with contempt.

"Is that true?" Chu Feng didn't quite believe him.

"Sister Chu Yue can be my witness. But what if you can't pass?"

"Then my Immortal Spirit Grass for this year will be yours," Chu Feng declared, and then returned to his duties as an outer disciple.

"Chu Zhen, we are all family. Why do you always make things difficult for Chu Feng?" Chu Yue looked at Chu Zhen, displeased.

"Family? Sister Chu Yue, you should know that Chu Feng isn't even from our Chu family."

"He hasn't been able to pass the inner disciple assessment after five years in the sect; he's simply a disgrace to our Chu family."

"Who in the entire Chu family likes him? Only you are so good to him, even giving him your own Immortal Spirit Grass," Chu Zhen said, perplexed.

"You're truly incorrigible," Chu Yue said, a little angry. She glared at him, then walked away.

Chu Zhen, on the other hand, stood in place and smiled. He was very happy. Although he didn't get Chu Yue's Immortal Spirit Grass, he knew that Chu Feng's Immortal Spirit Grass for this year would definitely be his.

Late into the night, the outer disciples' resting quarters were pitch black. After a busy day, everyone was exhausted and had gone to bed early. Only Chu Feng's room still had a light on.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, took out the Immortal Spirit Grass Chu Yue had given him, and whispered, "I hope this Immortal Spirit Grass can satisfy you."

With that, Chu Feng closed his eyes, held the Immortal Spirit Grass between his palms, and formed a peculiar hand seal. At that moment, the spiritual energy within the Immortal Spirit Grass began to flow into Chu Feng's body through his palms, finally gathering in his dantian. Simultaneously, a chewing sound came from Chu Feng's dantian, as if something was eating. If one could see through his skin, they would discover that deep within Chu Feng's dantian, a ball of lightning was coiled up. This ball of lightning was divided into nine colors, each color resembling a colossal lightning beast, exuding a terrifying aura that didn't belong to this world.