Chapter 1032: Ultimate Evolution Trace

It was just a voice, a clear, childish one, still tinged with the sound of infancy. It carried exceptionally far in the early morning as the red sun just appeared, piercing the thin mountain mist and spreading outwards.

The low mountain where the temple stood bordered the Ji clan's tribe; the two were practically side by side.

What was usually a busy early morning turned silent; everyone stood still, as if rooted to the spot. Even the cooking smoke and the golden morning glow cast upon the tribe seemed frozen, turning into a painting.

What was going on? The hundreds of members of the Ji clan, from the elders to the young lads, were somewhat speechless. The woman they regarded as a celestial being... had she wet the bed?

Everyone was utterly bewildered!

"That little rascal! I'll beat him to death!"

Ji Haishan broke the silence, then strode on his sturdy legs towards the back mountain, yelling, "He's getting more and more mischievous! Just a sprout, and he dares to blaspheme a fairy! What will he be like in the future?!"

On the low mountain, inside the temple.

The woman in the goose-yellow dress, her veil clearly trembled, and her beautiful star-like eyes, in a fleeting opening and closing, revealed a divine radiance.

At the same time, her tall and slender body stiffened for a moment. Her usual sacred aura, as luminous as moonlight, surged like a hurricane sweeping through a blue sea, causing her long dress, which trailed on the ground, to flutter, vaguely revealing a pair of snow-white, straight legs.

This woman of unparalleled grace was usually nimble and ethereal, always composed. Yet, this morning, she was stunned by that childish cry, as if struck while soaring among the nine heavens, momentarily falling into the mortal world.

A gentle breeze stirred, lifting a corner of her veil, revealing a crimson blush on her radiant white cheeks. The usually calm and composed woman was somewhat embarrassed today.

Normally, everyone treated her with utmost respect. Even celestial nobles, upon meeting her by chance, were graceful in their demeanor and proper in their speech, never arrogant.

Today, a child actually yelled such a thing. Thankfully, this was the borderlands, and no acquaintances were present.

Beside her, the kindly silver-haired old woman's smile froze. She found it utterly bizarre. What kind of thing was this to happen first thing in the morning? She really wanted to throw the child off the mountain.

The old woman secretly thought, if the young lady's rivals or other evolvers of her caliber found out about this, wouldn't her image be utterly ruined?

"Dongqing, hang him up!" the woman commanded. Her mental state was strong, and she instantly regained her composure, but her words were quite decisive, intending to deal with Chu Feng.

In her eyes, stars revolved, and suns and moons rose and fell. Coupled with her unparalleled grace, it created an unusual, otherworldly sense of detachment.

She seemed like an existence standing upon the thirty-three heavens, silently looking down upon the mortal world.

Dongqing's face stiffened, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly. This child had actually wet a large patch of the young lady's white jade bed, and then he dared to... turn the tables and blame her!

This was outrageous! Dongqing wanted to beat Chu Feng severely. The smile she showed then made Chu Feng's small face turn green with fright, making his skin crawl.

"I'll let you run thirty-nine meters ahead first!" Dongqing said in a booming voice, her mouth stretched wide like a bloody basin.

Chu Feng ran, very decisively. He moved his short little legs and sprinted wildly.

Although he was in a state of 'fetal confusion,' the jolt he just received had woken him up. He knew he was in trouble. Would the fairy beat him to death this time?

He did run thirty-nine meters, but at the final meter, a forty-meter long, gleaming saber swooped down from behind, pressing against his neck.

At that instant, Chu Feng really wanted to fight back, but in the end, he deflated, his body frozen, not daring to move.

Dongqing transformed, becoming tens of meters tall. With a green face and fangs, her purple hair danced wildly, and her aura surged. Her race was unknown, but she appeared even more ferocious, as if the forests in this area were about to explode under her oppressive presence.

She held the forty-meter saber, pressing it against Chu Feng's tiny neck. She had entered a berserk state!

It was clear how loyal and supportive she was to her young lady, not hesitating to take action against a child.

"You little rascal, I'd like to see you dare..." Just then, Ji Haishan rushed up the mountain. He had originally been yelling, intending to give Chu Feng a good beating, but now, all his words were swallowed back.

"Dongqing, don't get agitated. Just do as the young lady instructed," the silver-haired old woman gently spoke.

Chu Feng was hung up, a truly miserable sight. His tiny legs were bound by tyrannosaur tendons, and he was suspended in front of the temple.

Dongqing personally set to work, intending to spank his backside into eight pieces.

"He's still young, don't hit him," the fairy's gentle voice came, making Chu Feng sigh in relief. No matter what, he was once the Demon Lord Chu; being spanked would become a lifelong stain on his record.

He felt this fairy was actually quite good. Her gentle nature truly made it impossible not to like her.

However, the next moment, his smile froze, because the fairy hadn't finished speaking.

"Hang him here for a day." She was remarkably calm, ethereal as a celestial being; even her voice was free from worldly dust, as if it came from a fairy realm.

"Just beat me instead!" he cried. Being hung upside down for a day would definitely be worse than a beating.

The fairy nodded and said, "Then beat him, and then hang him."

"Stop! Just hang me directly!" Chu Feng cried, looking as if life held no meaning for him, craning his neck and squinting at the temple.

This was definitely not a fairy; she was a demoness. He really wanted to... subjugate the demon, but he was afraid of being subjugated in return.

Half an hour later, his little face couldn't maintain its composure. He started talking just to talk, because a group of wild boys from the tribe had come to watch him in embarrassment, laughing incessantly.

"Let me down!" he cried. "What's the big deal this time? I'll compensate you with a fire-jade bed later. From now on, it'll never get wet again. A flash of fire, and it's instantly dry!"

"Looking for a beating, aren't you?" Dongqing said gruffly, her large, bell-like eyes glaring, as she walked out of the temple.

"Let me down," he pleaded. "Although today was an accident, looking back in the future, you'll find this might be a divine miracle—no, an imperial trace. It's a mark left by an ultimate evolver of a generation, one of the few authentic traces of the supreme me. You won't find a second bed like this anywhere in the world. Its value is immeasurable; it will have profound historical and evolutionary significance."

Chu Feng babbled on, not blushing at all as he said these things. Even while suspended, his mouth couldn't stop talking.

"Please remember this great day," he continued. "The supreme me has left a profound mark here. It will be recorded in history. And from today onwards, I will embark on the path of ultimate evolution. Everyone... remember today, a day that moves heaven and earth!"

He spoke in a childish voice, yet was impassioned, displaying a heroic spirit that left the group of men, women, and children who had rushed from the tribe speechless.

Dongqing's face twitched as she sarcastically said, "A future imperial trace, how remarkable! Even wetting the bed will mark the beginning of an era, recorded in history. How glorious!"

A group of wild boys burst into laughter.

"Later, I'll quickly draw a map on this mountain too, to complement the ultimate evolution trace, haha!"

A group of young lads winked and made faces, mocking Chu Feng.

Even Ji Haishan blushed for the child. When he first found him, he looked tender-skinned, and Ji Haishan never realized he was so thick-skinned. Lately, the child's speech had become smoother and more shameless.

The fairy in the temple spoke, "Alas, then let's keep this bed, suppressing it in these borderlands. Perhaps when it's unearthed in the future, it really will be an ultimate treasure."

Then, she smiled faintly. Her perfect face beneath the veil was truly dazzling, capable of toppling cities and nations. She said, "It's just that a legend like bed-wetting, for a supreme ultimate body, isn't exactly flattering; it's a typical dark history."

"This demoness!" Chu Feng pouted.

Ji Haishan couldn't stand it anymore and yelled, "You little rascal, you wet the bed and you want to astonish ages past and present? You're utterly shameless!"

A group of people burst into laughter.

Chu Feng also blushed, pondering carefully. What if one day he truly became a powerful figure? Never mind great cultivators, even if he became a Celestial Venerable, this piece of history, if dug up, would be a lifelong black mark.

However, he quickly calmed down. He had done things even more absurd than this. In the netherworld, he had beaten divine sons and trafficked saintesses; his infamous reputation as a human trafficker was known to everyone. Why would he care about this small matter now?

He was quite conceited, and spoke calmly, "Don't worry, if I become an ultimate evolver one day, even the most absurd past events will be sanctified, revered by the world, and my glory will illuminate the world."

"On that day, the Emperor's dream left no trace, but the bed was wet," Chu Feng added.

"What 'Emperor's dream left no trace'?" a youth chuckled. "You mean 'spring dream left no trace,' right?"

Chu Feng nodded and said, "Smart. Future generations will naturally say so."

The silver-haired old woman's smile in the temple instantly froze. This little brat really knew how to show off. He even dared to implicitly mock and tease the fairy? How old was he? He was definitely a prodigy.

Although Dongqing was very angry, she also realized that while this child deserved a beating, he also had some talent and was worth cultivating after a good lesson.

In the temple, the fairy, her face veiled, showed no expression. Finally, she calmly ordered Chu Feng to be hung for a day and an extra night!

Chu Feng grew anxious and shouted, "Fairy, no! Although you were in that dream, it might become a beautiful story in the future."

"Dongqing, beat him!" the fairy commanded.

"No! From now on, I'll remain silent! I won't say anything!" Chu Feng shouted.

Ji Haishan came over, pinching his small face, and said, "You little scamp! Why didn't I see this earlier? You're truly defying heaven! If you cause any more trouble, I'll be the first to enforce righteousness by sacrificing a relative!"

Chu Feng kept his word, maintaining "silence" there, merely squinting at him from the side.

The following days were bittersweet for Chu Feng. After being dealt with, his daily training became many times more painful. Dongqing gave him all sorts of "special care," often making him howl in pain, so much so that he wanted to bang his head against the mountain.

However, the effect of this grueling training was evident. He was boiled in rare minerals, his body was hammered with secret techniques, and he drank the milk of a certain flying dragon. His innate attributes were strengthening, and he grew rapidly.

"Get ready. When the time is right, the young lady plans to throw you into the dragon's lair deep within these borderlands," Dongqing informed him.

"What's going on?" Chu Feng asked. "Hasn't that dragon's lair been eyed by celestial nobles? They're attacking it, aren't they?"

Dongqing nodded and said, "Yes, once they conquer the dragon's lair, they'll put several children of extraordinary talent inside. At that time, the young lady will find an opportunity to throw you in too. You'll have to manage on your own."

"This isn't for revenge or to teach me a lesson, is it?" Chu Feng cried out. "All I said was 'spring dream leaves no trace,' or something, didn't I? With my tiny arms and legs, how can I possibly survive against a super evolutionary sect?"

"You don't need to worry about what happens outside the dragon's lair. Just focus on surviving inside the nest," Dongqing said concisely.

Chu Feng's expression turned serious, and he said, "Are you saying that in the dragon's lair, I'll have to battle a few young dragons to the death, and possibly fight several young prodigies?!"

"It's good that you know!"

"This is... too much bullying," Chu Feng cried out.

Dongqing's face was devoid of expression as she said, "The path of evolution is about the survival of the fittest. This is your first test; find a way to survive."

Chu Feng's little face tightened. With his small hands clasped behind his back, he lifted his chin and corrected her, saying, "No, what I mean is, it's too much bullying for *them* for someone like me to descend into the dragon's lair."

Dongqing was speechless.

After holding it in for a long time, she finally scolded him, "You talk too much!"

Chu Feng raised his head and sighed towards the sky.

In truth, his heart was heavy. He was too young now; if he fought against dragons and several young prodigies without using his past life's 'Dao fruit', the battle would likely be extremely brutal. He might genuinely be killed in a bloody end, for he was facing a small group of monsters!

Dongqing warned, "Don't cause trouble recently. The team attacking the dragon's lair might be building a temporary palace nearby, waiting for reinforcements."

"Still waiting for reinforcements?!" Chu Feng exclaimed, surprised.

"Yes," Dongqing replied, "in the dragon's lair deep within the borderlands, it's not as simple as just one or two adult dragons. The situation is grim and unexpected. Those people will most likely retreat first."

Upon hearing these words, Chu Feng stumbled.

"What's wrong with you?" Dongqing said, wanting to hit him. "You're tiny, yet you pretend to be profound, and with such a complex expression? Stop faking it!"

Chu Feng really wanted to say that this time he wasn't faking world-weariness, but his feelings were genuinely complicated. His ex-girlfriend might appear here. What if they accidentally ran into each other during a stroll? He was so small now; meeting her would be too awkward.

He considered various possibilities. What if some accidental event happened, like having his little cheek pinched? Meeting under such circumstances, how could he bear it?