Chapter 1060: Dragon Soars in the Frontier Wilderness

Old me has finally climbed back up! I refuse to believe this brat has such endless patience, still waiting right there at the top!

The Nine Netherworld Being muttered to himself, a hint of excitement in his heart. This time, he had climbed even higher than before, already seeing the scenery outside the sinkhole, only dozens of feet away.

He gloated, opening his mouth: "Yin and Yang, which is weaker, which is stronger? When this old man emerges, the world shall call me king!"

A smile on his face, the Nine Netherworld Being felt utterly comfortable inside the stone coffin, having already used his special spiritual perception to probe the surroundings. There was no movement; the kid must be gone.

At this point, he felt like bursting into a grand song, an Immortal Requiem from prehistoric times.

"Omidala Ading..."

Indeed, the magnificent, imposing sound waves resonated, carrying an ancient, desolate aura, as if one could glimpse a terrifying age where cultivators rose up and buried immortals.

In a trance, battles raged for countless miles, and a node in evolutionary history resonated, on the verge of shattering.

"Second brother, what song are you singing? The rhythm is good, but I can't understand a word of this gibberish."

Just then, a young voice broke through, interrupting the Nine Netherworld Being's mood. He, who was struggling to climb, stiffened, becoming completely rigid, his stone coffin halting between the cliff faces.

"You... how are you here again?"

The Nine Netherworld Being's psychological defenses were truly on the verge of collapse. This brat's patience was simply too good—had he waited for him for another half a year?

Little did he know, Chu Feng had used domain techniques, constantly monitoring his movements through earth energy fluctuations, having long calculated when he would emerge.

"Second brother, it's been half a year, how have you been? I've missed you dearly," Chu Feng said, his face beaming, like a magpie flapping its wings, landing on the edge of the sinkhole.

"Get lost!" The Nine Netherworld Being couldn't bear it anymore. This time, he truly wanted to snap. He even had an impulse to simply jump back into the sinkhole himself, rather than wait to be kicked down.

But as the moment approached, he became conflicted again, extremely reluctant. He had painstakingly climbed for four and a half years! To just see the light of day again only to jump back into the netherworld—that would be too miserable.

"Second brother, who are you cursing?!" Chu Feng asked, serious.

"I'm cursing the heavens! It has nothing to do with you. I just remembered the prehistoric era—in that age, this old man dominated the world; who could stand against me? But now... I want to cry."

"Enough, don't play the sympathy card. Holly told me that Nine Netherworld Beings only have vague impressions, making it impossible to remember past lives. Who are you trying to fool? And you want to cry? Tell me, how many people did you truly harm on Thunderclap Mountain? It's a miracle I haven't eliminated you, this scourge, on behalf of heaven yet."

The Nine Netherworld Being's voice was strong and resonant: "I didn't harm good people. All those who died were greedy at heart, bearing ill will. I don't target kind people!"

"What do you mean by that? You clearly harmed me. Are you saying I'm not a good person?" Chu Feng tilted his head, rolling his eyes at the ghoul below.

"Whether you're a good person, don't you have a clue yourself? Aren't you clear about it?!" The Nine Netherworld Being retorted angrily.

"Thump!"

His response was an eighty-pound rock, smashing onto the stone coffin, scaring the Nine Netherworld Being out of his wits. He thought this little brat was getting ruthless again, trying to smash him down.

"Try saying that again?" Chu Feng threatened.

"Big brother, have mercy! This time, I climbed up with sincerity because I want to negotiate with you! Let's swear an oath using the prehistoric Heaven-Burying Curse, which will be binding on both of us. From now on, let's become sworn brothers and share our fortune!"

Undoubtedly, that rock had made the Nine Netherworld Being chicken out. The thought of being smashed down again, re-entering the netherworld, was worse than death.

He estimated that if he entered the netherworld one more time, the stone coffin would be cracked by those terrifying claws, and he would most likely not survive.

"Alright, six more cans of Meng Po Soup," Chu Feng called out, officially starting negotiations.

"You little... brat, uh, young sir, you're too ruthless! I only collected eight cans of Meng Po Soup in total, saving them to replenish myself after escaping the stone coffin. You already took two cans previously, and now you're planning to loot them all? Not a single can left! Don't be so greedy, we need to have a win-win situation!"

"Alright then, give me five cans. We'll share the fortune!"

Share the fortune, my foot! They're all mine, aren't they? This is division, not sharing! The Nine Netherworld Being trembled with rage, wanting to beat him.

"Brother, don't be like Gu Chenzhou! Leave a living for me! You, first you threw me down, then you smashed me down again—isn't that too much? This old man was practically helping you collect Meng Po Soup down there, working so hard for four and a half agonizing years, only to be left with one can for himself in the end?"

"I'll leave two cans for you!" Chu Feng waved his small hand, acting very generous, then emphasized: "Really, no more!"

The Nine Netherworld Being was furious: "Even the most unscrupulous Celestial Venerables of prehistoric times weren't as immoral as you! So young, yet so despicable, shameless, and vulgar! Has this old man had an easy time? In the end, it's all for naught. Besides, what use do you have for so much? Do you want to completely lose your memory?!"

Chu Feng's heart stirred. If he drank too much of this stuff, would it truly erase his memories completely?

"How about this: I'll leave three cans for you. If I don't have enough, I'll ask you for more. I've been feeling a bit weak lately and really need to replenish myself."

"Nonsense! I clearly sense that your bodily functions are vigorous to an extreme. If you don't believe this old man, you'll definitely over-replenish yourself."

Chu Feng didn't want to hear his whining. They exchanged oaths, agreeing for him to keep three cans of Meng Po Soup, with the rest placed on the ground. Finally, Chu Feng used his domain to retrieve several cans and kept them for himself.

"Alright, second brother, let's discuss how we'll become sworn brothers." Chu Feng asked him about the Heaven-Burying Curse oath, verifying it against a passage in the most powerful hand-written notes by the Stone Fox Celestial Venerable's master.

Not long after, the Nine Netherworld Being exclaimed: "What?! You actually want to be my big brother? What a joke! How long has this old man lived? I've overseen the past, present, and future! I originally intended to become sworn brothers with you and be your elder brother, yet you dare to make such an unreasonable demand?!"

"You've called me that before, haven't you? Let's just stick to the previous address; no need to change it. Being my second brother, you won't be at a disadvantage. So-called sworn brotherhood, from now on, will definitely be a life-and-death friendship. If you hold a grudge, then just go stay in the netherworld again."

"Do you know who I am?" the Nine Netherworld Being yelled.

"My second brother, Gu Chenhai!"

"You..."

"You what, you? You always think you were so powerful in prehistoric times, but tell me, why can't you jump up now? Be my second brother, and I'll protect you!"

For a moment, the Nine Netherworld Being was speechless. Although indignant, the situation was stronger than him. No matter how much he insisted, it would be fruitless and he would suffer greatly.

Chu Feng asked: "Second brother, what use are you now, exactly? I ask you, if I were to throw you out like a Heaven-Overturning Seal, would you be invincible within a ten-foot radius and able to devour all sorts of masters?"

Because last time, he had heard Holly say not to approach the stone coffin, as the Nine Netherworld Being could unleash terrifying ferocity within a certain range.

Chu Feng had some reservations, but when the Nine Netherworld Being heard his words, he was even more startled, his heart pounding.

"What do you mean? You want to use me as a brick to smash people?" the Nine Netherworld Being asked anxiously.

Chu Feng said: "After we become sworn brothers, I plan to travel the world and officially make my debut. If you're a burden, how can we explore the Yang Realm together? You need to be able to protect yourself. I need to understand your strength."

Such a tiny little thing, and he wants to explore the world? The Nine Netherworld Being felt that this brat had no good intentions; he was surely planning to take him along as a protective charm, undoubtedly to achieve some goal.

"Are you trying to go somewhere you're afraid to go by yourself?" he asked cautiously.

"Nonsense! I just want to meet the heroes of the world!"

With a clang, Chu Feng used his domain to pull the stone coffin up. It met the rising sun, and the faint golden light illuminated it, dispelling the lingering yin energy and making the patterns on its surface glow.

"Come, second brother, we'll become sworn brothers right away. Let's use Meng Po Soup as wine and have a drink first." Chu Feng opened a can, took a small sip, and looked intoxicated.

By now, he knew how much he could drink without getting groggy, so he wasn't worried.

"How am I supposed to drink? Let me out of the stone coffin," the Nine Netherworld Being said.

"I can't open the stone coffin. You can send out a can of Meng Po Soup, and I'll drink it for you."

"I don't want to talk!" The Nine Netherworld Being was indignant, but soon his mood brightened considerably. This little troublemaker had finally not kicked him back into the sinkhole, and his heart was filled with hope, seeing the dawn of freedom.

Suddenly, a terrifying beam of light flew from afar. A metal arrow, with a bang, exploded the ground near Chu Feng, creating a large pit.

If he hadn't dodged in time, his life would have been harvested by that single arrow, dying on the spot!

At that crucial moment, his extraordinary spiritual perception, far exceeding his actual cultivation realm, saved him, for he was once a Divine King!

Then, he saw a red-scaled beast appear in the distance, shaped like a celestial horse, but covered in crimson dragon scales. It neighed, its head held high, and atop it sat a teenage boy, who slowly lowered his large bow with a cold smile.

"Who are you, and why do you randomly shoot at others?!" Chu Feng angrily demanded.

"Hmm, put down the stone can in your hand. That's my fortune," the boy said, a cool smile on his face, displaying an indifferent attitude and not taking Chu Feng seriously.

His eyes burned as he stared at the stone cans containing the Meng Po Soup.

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng's rage instantly flared. To dare provoke him and snatch his precious liquid, even trying to kill him—it was intolerable.

"If you don't want to die, put down the stone cans and get lost!" the boy commanded.

From the forest, a monstrous dog came running, as large as a house, its blood-red maw agape, exuding a terrifying ferocity.

"Doggy, go tear him to shreds and bring our fortune here," the boy ordered coldly, looking at Chu Feng with a sneer, utterly disregarding his life or death.

At the same time, shouts of people and neighs of horses echoed from the forest. A group of over a dozen strong individuals, radiating divine light, rushed forward.

Among them, astonishingly, there was even a Deity!

"You're seeking death, and I shall grant it to you!" Chu Feng retorted coldly. He knew this battle was unavoidable, and perhaps it was time to make his mark on the desolate lands and stir up a storm!