Chapter 1025: Resentful Encounter

Early morning, a thin mist hung over the mountains, dyed with a faint red glow by the dawn light. Sparkling white dewdrops rolled on the verdant grass blades, glistening brightly as they caught the rays.

Chu Feng, with his small arms and legs, was at an age when he shouldn't have been able to run around. Yet, he sat on the edge of a cliff, practicing the Dao Yin Breathing Technique, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth.

"Huh, it's really different," he exclaimed in surprise. "A mouthful of Yang energy entering my belly is like refining golden mist, creating a golden elixir." The effect was excellent; he felt warm all over.

Yang energy surged nearby, but for him, it had become a normal vital energy that wouldn't harm him, feeling no different from living in the Yin-realm universe.

In this area, the morning glow pierced through the mountain mist and poured onto him. His snow-white body, unclothed, was surrounded by tiny, flickering arcs of electricity.

After finishing the Dao Yin Breathing Technique, he began practicing the Great Thunder Sound Breathing Technique. This was one of the highest-ranked techniques in the current Yang-realm, the ultimate inheritance of the Buddhist clan!

Instantly, Chu Feng's newly regenerated and delicate internal organs vibrated in unison, and thunderous sounds surged within his vibrant bones, making him feel completely at ease.

All the breathing techniques he acquired in the Yin-realm had profound origins. Beyond these two, some were once highly renowned in the history of evolution.

For example, the Great Dream Breathing Technique was once incredibly glorious, listed among the top ten breathing techniques in the ancient Yang-realm. However, a change occurred later, leading to the decline and eventual annihilation of that clan by ultimate beings.

To put it bluntly, even discarded ancient techniques were still extraordinary; countless individuals would seek them out for study.

Otherwise, the disciples of Taiwu, Hunyi, Yuanshi, and others wouldn't have searched so extensively in the Yin-realm universe, going as far as massacring sects and eliminating witnesses.

Even incomplete techniques, should any appear in the Yang-realm, would trigger a massive storm!

"I carry ancient texts, all of profound origin," Chu Feng mused. "If exposed, it would lead to great disaster. These are enough for me to take the initial steps on the strongest path in my infancy."

Chu Feng mused that even ancient evolutionary sects with billions of years of inheritance might not be able to provide the incomplete breathing techniques he possessed.

Such unbridled collection was only possible in the Yin-realm.

In the Yang-realm, if anyone dared to scheme for another clan's breathing technique, it would inevitably spark a bloody, unending war between two sects, lasting until one was annihilated.

There were bloody historical precedents: some ambitious clans and evolutionary sects, some of which had even ranked among the top ten, ultimately faced decline and annihilation, which was not unrelated to this very issue.

"Hmm, in terms of the techniques I've mastered," he reflected, "at this stage, I'm no worse than those noble sons or Heavenly Venerate disciples. I can calmly formulate the strongest path and grow stronger step by step."

Chu Feng was very satisfied. The techniques he had plundered in the Yin-realm would all regain their glory; some, like the Undying Silkworm Breathing Technique and the Great Dream Breathing Technique, were even lost in the Yang-realm.

However, he also frowned, realizing that once he finished cultivating the incomplete techniques, his path ahead would be broken. How could he continue? It was a very serious problem!

"Never mind," he decided. "I'll become the strongest child first and defeat all rivals in the world; then we'll see!"

He only ended his cultivation much later, as he had mastered numerous breathing techniques.

For true evolution, performing a single breathing technique once or twice a day was sufficient. Since he had mastered several historically renowned methods, it was conceivable that his progress in evolution would be astonishing!

The mountains were lush green, adorned with raindrops.

Although hundreds of thousands of miles from last night's dangerous zone, this mountain forest had also experienced rain overnight. Now, with the morning sun rising, it was exceptionally bright.

At that moment, below the cliff, an ancient cave flickered intermittently—a spatial node!

A humanoid creature, covered in blood and almost broken into pieces, crawled out. Its head was even cracked open; it was so depleted that it was on the verge of death.

On the stone cliff, Chu Feng gazed into the distance, his heart filled with comfort.

He looked at the wet grass, standing casually on the cliff, whistling as he relieved himself, and felt completely refreshed.

Below the cliff, the man crawled out of the cave, his white hair dull and lifeless, covered in grime and blood. He was painstakingly moving his body, trying to reach an area bathed in the morning glow.

Then, drops of water began to sprinkle down from the sky. He was instantly bewildered and looked up.

Li Jiuxiao was dumbfounded and utterly shocked. Then, he erupted in fury. He saw that idiotic child again, and realized he was... relieving himself?!

And at that moment, he also heard the brat's voice.

Chu Feng, unaware of anyone below, felt no embarrassment. As he relieved himself, he mused aloud, "A single rain soaked a whole season."

Li Jiuxiao was about to explode on the spot. Even with his blood dried up, he felt hot currents surging through his body, as if he would burst.

He saw that idiotic child *again*, and what's more, the child had, in such a brazen manner, *drenched him*! Li Jiuxiao was so enraged he felt smoke coming out of his seven orifices; he was utterly beside himself.

"It really is a sorrowful rainy season," Chu Feng sighed.

Damn it!

Below the cliff, Li Jiuxiao had barely escaped with his life. All his bones were broken, his flesh was hanging on by a mere layer of skin, and his soul was shattered into countless fragments. He had just escaped from the dream of a powerful entity, at the lowest point of his life and in his weakest state ever. To then be drenched by this "rainy season" – he was practically going insane!

What made it worse was that it was that idiotic child, that Thunderclap Kid, which made it even more unbearable.

"I'll... kill you!" he rasped, his voice hoarse because his throat had been torn during his escape. His entire body was now in tatters.

Chu Feng was startled and looked down below the cliff. He grew wary, realizing that without his Divine King cultivation, he hadn't been able to sense it beforehand.

However, he was also extremely surprised to see the white-haired kid again!

The white-haired kid seemed to be in a terrible state. Was he dying? This made Chu Feng feel somewhat fortunate, and he called out, "My rival in love, why are you so miserable?"

Li Jiuxiao was so furious that he felt "one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven." How dare this tiny, idiotic brat call himself his rival in love?

What's more, the child actually shook his "little peng peng," and more "raindrops" fell, causing Li Jiuxiao's vision to go black; he almost fainted.

Li Jiuxiao struggled to raise his hand, wanting to slap him to death and also to condense soul light to directly strangle him, but both attempts failed. He had no strength; his life was in peril.

In fact, Chu Feng had already taken out his stone jar, ready to unleash his Divine King cultivation and fight to the death at any moment.

"Thud!"

Li Jiuxiao's palm hit the ground, cracking the mountain surface and shaking the forest. His temples throbbed. It was utterly unbearable; his lungs felt like they were about to burst.

Chu Feng felt slightly reassured and, naked, shouted, "You pervert, always secretly watching me! Thirteen years from now, I'll tell Fairy Ji Caixuan about you."

"I'll crush you!" Li Jiuxiao trembled, attempting to raise his hand once more.

Chu Feng pushed a huge rock down the cliff. He currently had no divine powers, but his physical strength far exceeded that of other infants. Then, he ran off, naked.

Boom!

The huge rock tumbled down, crushing the already tattered Li Jiuxiao below the cliff, making him roll his eyes and almost faint.

An ordinary person would have been turned into meat paste, but he merely felt pain.

Chu Feng decisively fled, not because he didn't want to eliminate the opponent, but because he suspected the opponent still had a trump card, and it wasn't worth the risk.

He entered the stone jar and flew hundreds of thousands of miles away, far from the scene.

On the way, he was greatly displeased and indignant, muttering, "I was intimidated and bullied, and actually had to run away. Once I've cultivated, I'll knock down all those heaven-defying geniuses!"

If Li Jiuxiao had heard this, he would likely have convulsed with rage. He, the victim, drenched from head to toe, how could he possibly endure hearing that idiotic child complain and feel wronged?

"You naked idiot, Thunderclap Kid, sooner or later... I'll slap you to death!" Li Jiuxiao struggled to crawl out from under the huge rock, found a pool of water, and plunged into it. His body trembled with rage; he truly wished he could just drown himself there and be done with it.

Who was he? A heaven-sent Divine King, surveying an entire region, defeating all champions of various races without rival. He was considered a foremost figure among his generation in that land, yet today he was utterly miserable.

Chu Feng ran for over eighty thousand miles in one go, stopping in a mountain hollow. He found a safe spot, then climbed a slope to sunbathe, primarily because he feared a fierce beast might suddenly leap out from a forested area and swallow him.

"Things are not looking good!" Chu Feng staggered and plopped down onto the ground. He felt his mind was slightly muddled, and his various memories had become somewhat blurred.

What was going on? A wave of dread washed over him.

Then, before his consciousness completely dimmed, Chu Feng considered a possibility: Was this "fetal delusion"? This damned reincarnation's influence was truly immense. Even a being like him, who had snuck over and reincarnated with his physical body, was severely affected. It was truly terrifying.

"Oh no!" he exclaimed. "I need to get myself out of here! I need to find a fairy sister to raise me, or a saintess to look after me, otherwise, I can't live like this!"

The child's small face turned green. If he were to become lost and succumb to "fetal delusion," he estimated that any small beast could easily snatch him away and make him its food.

But this was a vast wilderness. Every time he traversed hundreds of thousands of miles, he saw no sign of human habitation. Where could he find someone to adopt him on such short notice?

Chu Feng became anxious; if he wasn't careful, he would die a miserable death.

"Within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles," he muttered, "the closest humanoid creature to me is that white-haired kid. But I'd rather die than go to him!"

Chu Feng wrinkled his small face, looking dejected. What now? If the only white-haired kid discovered him, he would surely skin him alive.

"Flee!"

Controlling the stone box, he started fleeing again, extremely anxious. Finding someone to adopt him this time was tantamount to another reincarnation, and the problem was very serious.

"Whatever will be, will be," he thought. "I'll just reincarnate and find a family!" Chu Feng fled. Before his consciousness blurred, he couldn't care less and decided to randomly find a family.

He still hadn't given up hope, murmuring to himself that he wished a fairy sister would take him in.