Chapter 309: Xue Feng's Request

Xue Feng looked at his father with some trepidation.

His seventh brother had run away from home and even changed his name. He didn't know what his father's attitude towards his brother truly was.

Indeed, he wasn't sure.

For many years, his father had shown little interest in anything other than his cultivation and guarding Anhai Pass. He treated his numerous children equally, almost to the point of indifference. When his children tried to curry favor with him, he paid them no mind. Even after Yan Jin ran away from home and changed his name, King Anhai remained indifferent. Oh, King Anhai did show a slight preference for Xue Feng, simply because Xue Feng was far more outstanding than his other siblings, but this was only a minor favoritism.

According to what Xue Feng had learned, King Anhai's 'Heavenly Tribulation Sword' had appeared during the demon invasion of Dongning City, saving it.

Based on this, Xue Feng deduced that his father had left a sword mark on his brother to save him. He shouldn't be so heartless.

"It's very suitable for your seventh brother," King Anhai said, then continued to gaze at the distant scene of the world's creation.

"Thank you, Father. Your son takes his leave," Xue Feng said, overjoyed, and respectfully bowed before retreating.

King Anhai watched the world's creation, once again immersed in his cultivation.

Meng Chuan watched the purple lightning savagely tear through the sky, its awe-inspiring beauty captivating him. He practiced his saber techniques repeatedly.

His Primeval Spirit cultivation was very high, having long reached the fourth level, comparable to many Marquis Gods and Demons like King Anhai. However, his progress in 'skill attainment' was slow. Meng Chuan knew his weakness and cultivated even harder.

"I hope to reach the Domain Realm when my Primeval Spirit reaches the fifth level," Meng Chuan thought to himself. "That way, I can cultivate my physical body to the 'Blood Drop Realm.' My body will be even stronger than Great Demon Monarch Black Wind, and my Lightning Magnetic Field's range will be greater... Chasing demon monarchs underground, I could probably kill over a thousand in a single day. I alone could influence the course of the war."

One person influencing the situation.

One person killing demon monarchs, surpassing all the Gods and Demons in the world. How incredible would that be?

Yet, the world of cultivation was precisely like this: the power of an individual surpassed that of a group!

The emergence of an Emperor could completely end a war.

The emergence of an eighth-level Primeval Spirit could also end a war.

Meng Chuan was well aware that his skill attainment was progressing slowly. The hope of reaching the 'Creation Realm' in this lifetime was truly slim; even if he did break through, it would likely be when he was four or five hundred years old. And an eighth-level Primeval Spirit? He was currently only at the fourth level, still a long way off. Whether he could achieve it in this lifetime was uncertain. Therefore, the 'Blood Drop Realm' was his most important goal.

In the Blood Drop Realm, the physical body would be stronger than Great Demon Monarch Black Wind, and vitality even more terrifying.

For instance, True Martial King's Yin-Yang Disc strangulation technique required seven rotations to kill Great Demon Monarch Black Wind. What if it were used against a Blood Drop Realm expert? Any injury would fully recover almost instantly, without any depletion of his own vital energy. Coupled with the speed of a Marquis God and Demon level 'Lightning World Extinction Fiendbody,' Meng Chuan would be a nightmare for the demon race.

"I need to improve as quickly as possible."

"I'm currently only at the great accomplishment stage of the Saber Dao. I should first reach its peak." Meng Chuan patiently practiced his saber techniques, stroke by stroke.

Suddenly, sensing something, Meng Chuan stopped his saber practice and turned to see Xue Feng approaching.

"Brother Meng," Xue Feng said as he walked over.

"Brother Xue, is there something you need?" Meng Chuan asked.

"There's something I'd like to ask for your help with, Brother Meng," Xue Feng replied.

"Please tell me," Meng Chuan said, curious.

Xue Feng took out a storage pouch from his embrace, pulled out a wooden box, and opened it. Inside was the mysterious ice lotus, its stamens flickering with tiny flames. Xue Feng said, "I'd like to ask for your help, Brother Meng, to give this ice lotus to my seventh brother, Yan Jin."

"Give it to Yan Jin?" Meng Chuan chuckled. "You can give it to him directly."

"My seventh brother harbors resentment towards the Xue family," Xue Feng explained in a low voice. "Although his attitude towards me is a bit better, he would never accept a valuable treasure directly from me. Given his temperament, he wouldn't accept any treasure from the Xue family."

"Oh," Meng Chuan nodded slightly. He knew that Yan Jin was very hostile towards the Xue family, and even when Xue Feng repeatedly tried to befriend his brother, Yan Jin remained relatively cold.

"So when you give it to him, do it in your name. Please don't say it came from me," Xue Feng urged. "You are his best friend; you met when you were young, and he acknowledges you as a close confidant. He will accept it if it comes from you. If I give it to him? He won't accept it."

Meng Chuan looked at the ice lotus.

This was one of the more than ten starlight treasures from earlier, a wondrous item born alongside the world itself. Its ice and fire powers originated from the same source, making it truly profound. In Meng Chuan's estimation, it was likely worth tens of millions, or even over a hundred million merit points.

"I'm troubling you, Brother Meng. I will certainly remember this favor," Xue Feng said, looking expectantly at Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan felt a complex mix of emotions.

At least Xue Feng, as an elder brother, was very good to his younger sibling.

"Alright, I'll help transfer it," Meng Chuan nodded.

"In your name, Brother Meng," Xue Feng reiterated, "Please don't mention me at all, or all efforts will be in vain."

"Don't worry," Meng Chuan nodded, extended his hand to take the box, and then chuckled, "As an elder brother, you really worry yourself sick over Yan Jin."

"The Xue family owes him too much," Xue Feng said with a sigh of helplessness. "I won't disturb your cultivation anymore, Brother Meng."

Meng Chuan put the box into his Grotto-Heaven Bead and watched Xue Feng depart.

"Among the Xue family, Xue Feng has the best temperament, and Yan Jin is outwardly cold but warm-hearted. As for King Anhai..." Meng Chuan furrowed his brow slightly. He couldn't forget the scene he saw within the floating ice of time and space: a white-haired Meng Chuan and King Anhai clashing with sabers and swords, clearly enemies, not friends.

"In some future, could I become enemies with King Anhai?"

"The Gods and Demons of Yuanchu Mountain are united against the demon race, so why would I become his enemy?"

Having seen that image, Meng Chuan naturally grew wary of King Anhai. He then stopped pondering further and continued to immerse himself in cultivation.

Days passed, and in the blink of an eye, more than two months had passed since Meng Chuan and the others arrived in the World Gap.

"Boom!"

Yan Chitong stood still, his spear transforming into a myriad of spear shadows that thrust out. Each shadow was a flaming spear shadow, incomparably sharp, distorting the void. Overwhelming flames enveloped an area of several miles, their might terrifying.

"Hmm?" Meng Chuan, Xue Feng, True Martial King, and King Anhai all turned to look.

"He broke through?" Meng Chuan was surprised. He had frequently seen Yan Chitong cultivate over the past two months and was thus quite familiar with his spear techniques. He estimated that Yan Chitong's spear mastery was at the 'great accomplishment stage of the Dao Realm.' However, the spear technique just displayed was clearly significantly more powerful and refined.

Yan Chitong, too, had a joyous expression on his face.

"You cultivate the Two World Divine Body, yet your spear technique is beginning to follow the 'Extreme Fire lineage'?" True Martial King inquired.

Yan Chitong immediately replied, "Yes, I've realized over the years that cultivating both water and fire wasn't quite suitable for me, but I kept hesitating. Coming to the World Gap and observing the world's creation, I felt that the Extreme Fire lineage also held great promise. So, I decided to fully commit to the Extreme Fire lineage! Cultivating it immediately felt much more comfortable, and I just broke through to the peak of the Dao Realm."

"Haha, yes, the path created by the Yin-Yang Elder isn't necessarily the most perfect," True Martial King said with a laugh. "What suits you is most important. It seems you've found your own path."