Chapter 1079: Insight

The donkey spirit galloped enthusiastically, shaking its head and wagging its tail, its mane flying. Its four hooves struck the ground with the force of thunder, and it surged forward with overwhelming momentum, as if it intended to trample the world beneath its feet!

Many evolutionaries watched, some sneering, others wearing reserved smiles, and still others openly mocking, all waiting to see the show.

However, the donkey spirit ran a wide circle and then… came back!

"Go on, crash into it then!" the exceptionally graceful young man and woman said, their faces cold and sneers playing on their lips.

Everyone else was also waiting for a laugh, anticipating its suicidal, foolish collision.

The donkey spirit looked embarrassed and quietly requested, "Could you please land the battleship?"

It was helpless against a battleship suspended in mid-air because it couldn't fly. Even half-saints couldn't fly in the borderlands, and in places like Wuzhou, where spiritual energy flowed abundantly and natural essence was dense, the suppression of the laws was even stronger.

The donkey spirit gazed intently, looking very serious.

Everyone gaped, certain it wasn't joking.

A brief silence followed, then a burst of laughter from the crowd.

"Haha..."

People found the donkey adorably stupid. "You don't even have the ability to fly," they thought, "and yet you dare to ram a cosmic battleship. You really have a death wish."

"Be serious, I'm negotiating here!" the donkey spirit declared solemnly, its face stern.

The exceptionally graceful young man and woman, who seemed to have stepped out of a vibrant painting, were so annoyed they started laughing.

"Heh heh, alright," the young man said. "I'll land it. Let's see how you'll damage it."

"It seems a donkey is just like its owner," the young woman remarked with a faint, pointed smile, her words rather harsh and excessive.

The donkey spirit looked very serious and said, "Sister, please move aside, I'm about to begin!"

"Who are you calling 'Sister'?" Miaoyu retorted, indignant and embarrassed. She found the donkey utterly detestable, believing it was deliberately addressing her that way.

Sure enough, a ripple of laughter spread nearby.

The donkey spirit pawed the ground with its hooves, shook its mane, and looked quite magnificent and utterly serious. It ignored the young woman and prepared to run.

At this moment, the Nine Nether Being slapped the stone coffin, making a loud thudding sound, and shouted from inside, "Hey, hey, hey, did you get my permission?"

Boom!

At this moment, the donkey spirit, pulling the hearse, had already started running, charging rapidly directly towards the warship.

"Do you know how it died?" someone asked with a faint smile, educating a younger person beside them, completely at ease. "It died of stupidity."

At this point, everyone from the Taiwu lineage smiled, waiting to see the spectacle.

As for the young man and woman, they were disdainful, extremely contemptuous, and even a little disgusted. The young man said, "How anticlimactic. Soon we'll have to wash away the dirty blood."

The young woman, Miaoyu, even looked at Chu Feng and said, "Do people and donkeys from the borderlands really not value their lives?"

"Heh heh..." Everyone from the Taiwu lineage sneered, especially Gouwa, who held a great hatred for Chu Feng in his heart and now felt very pleased.

"Brother, this is a bit... shameful for you," Little Crow said, feigning a shake of his head and a sigh, though in reality, he was very happy inside, waiting to see the fun unfold.

"Whose kid is this?" someone else chuckled. "Does he want to put on a show of a comet hitting famous mountains and rivers, heh heh..."

"Arrogant Dragon Regrets!" Just then, the donkey spirit roared with a presence that seemed to swallow heaven and earth, abruptly stopping its savage charge as if regretting it.

"Divine Dragon Swings its Tail!" it roared again.

It had stopped, but the donkey cart it was pulling swung out like a divine dragon sweeping its tail, lashing towards the cosmic spaceship as if to sweep away a thousand armies.

"Damn it all!" came the enraged voice of the Nine Nether Being, because all the dirty and tiring work had fallen upon it, sweeping towards the warship like an iron mace.

Boom!

In a blinding flash of light, the donkey cart disintegrated, revealing its main component: a stone coffin, which slammed horizontally onto the spaceship, immediately creating towering flames and utterly demolishing that section.

The young man and woman could scarcely believe their eyes; their cosmic battleship had been overturned by a donkey cart and torn into pieces.

Everyone was dumbfounded. They had originally been looking for entertainment, waiting to see a spectacle.

The result was indeed a laughable scene, but it seemed rather absurd.

This wasn't the kind of fun they had imagined; the object of the joke had changed.

"Brother, you're young and impetuous, but you can't be this stupid..." Little Crow had originally been feigning comfort to Ji Quede in advance, though he actually wanted to mock him. But now he immediately shut up, because what happened was too bizarre and different from the laughable outcome he had expected.

"Damn, it's like stepping in Heavenly Dog Tribe's droppings when going out," someone exclaimed. "To encounter such luck! It's too laughable, haha..."

Some people cried out in surprise.

The few people from the Taiwu lineage who had been smiling stretched their faces long, no longer showing a trace of a smile. To witness such an upset when looking for a laugh was truly speechless.

"Hey, that donkey actually has some tricks up its sleeve," someone cheered, praising the donkey spirit.

The donkey spirit was delighted, shedding its earlier solemnity, and gleefully ran back, saying to the young man and woman, "Sister, Brother, I concede to your generosity!"

The faces of the young man and woman turned alternately green and white, filled with shame, anger, and indignation. There was no doubt that what happened here today would spread within their circle of noble aristocrats and become a laughingstock.

It was too disgraceful. The two were so furious they could barely contain themselves, utterly mortified.

A donkey cart ramming a cosmic battleship and achieving complete victory—nothing could be more preposterous or humiliating. Their bodies trembled with rage, and they stormed off.

"Miaotian, Miaoyu, don't leave!" The genius from the Taiwu lineage chased after them, stopped the two, whispered something, glared fiercely at Chu Feng, and then led the two deeper into the gray trading zone.

Chu Feng shouted from behind, "Hey, it really has nothing to do with me! It's an old grudge between you and this donkey. You can settle scores with it later!"

This was a bit unkind, but it could also be seen as instant karma. Chu Feng was treating them as they had treated others, putting them on the same level as the donkey.

At the same time, Chu Feng waved and said, "Little Crow, kids from the Taiwu lineage, don't leave! Back in the Dragon's Den in the borderlands, you revered me as your elder brother. Why don't you come and greet me when we meet today?"

This was explosive news. The outside world didn't know about these things, as it was too humiliating back then, and the participants would never speak of it.

The genius from the Taiwu lineage's face turned ashen. Without looking back, he led Miaotian and Miaoyu into the crowd. If not for the strict prohibition against life-and-death battles in this place, they would have attacked long ago.

As for Little Crow, he turned and ran, going to find his family elders, feeling that encountering Ji Dade was truly bad luck.

"Young friend, what kind of cart is that?" some people asked, gathering around to watch Chu Feng reassemble his donkey cart.

Only a stone coffin remained as the main body; the rest had fallen apart. Chu Feng was dismantling the spaceship and reassembling the donkey cart, finally unceremoniously installing several energy weapons onto the brand-new donkey cart.

"This is my precious donkey hearse," Chu Feng replied.

Chu Feng casually replied and drove the donkey cart into the gray trading zone. Others' vehicles were parked outside because they were too large, but his donkey cart had no such issue.

He saw some familiar figures, such as the beautiful women who had passed his donkey cart and mocked him on the way here. He greeted them warmly.

"Hey, beauties, need a ride? I'll take you for a spin!"

A mere child, driving a slow donkey cart, had the nerve to flirt like this, leaving a group of young people speechless.

"Kid, you haven't even grown all your hair yet! Go cool off somewhere!"

"Uncle, you're just jealous," Chu Feng retorted. "How about I give you a ride too? Let you experience the thrill of a hearse drifting."

"Damn it, whose kid is this?" someone cursed. "So insolent! Are your adults here?!"

However, no one made a move. The security here was too good; everyone had to obey the rules, with no unprovoked quarrels or fights allowed unless both parties were willing.

Of course, there were also those who didn't believe in evil and wanted to secretly make Chu Feng suffer a bit. They approached the hearse, but as soon as they entered a three-zhang radius, they shrieked in terror and leapt away, fleeing.

The stone coffin glowed, absorbing wisps of that person's blood essence!

Given this turn of events, people were convinced that this was a descendant of a terrifying family and not to be trifled with.

"Fairies, are you truly not taking a ride?" Chu Feng shamelessly invited them repeatedly.

The few exceptionally beautiful women either glared at him or giggled, all waving him off, and no one got on the cart.

"So young and already not learning good things," one woman said. "How old are you, and already so lecherous? What will you be like in ten years!"

"Go play somewhere," another added. "Come find your elder sister in ten years. I'm not interested in you now!"

Chu Feng was scorned. Those women were very bold and left with teasing smiles.

Inside the gray trading zone, even on roadside stalls, there were some rare and valuable artifacts. For example, a pile of scriptures lay on a straw mat, all with significant origins.

For example, on a stone table in front of an old man, there was a row of crystal bottles, within which the wails of deities could be heard.

Someone else was selling a celestial horse, entirely snow-white without a single blemish, and as majestic as a celestial dragon. In fact, its back was already covered in scales, and a pair of small dragon horns had sprouted on its head.

This moved Chu Feng, and he truly wanted to buy it to replace the donkey spirit. This was truly a superior mount; if he took it out to pull a cart, no one would laugh.

However, after glancing at the price, he immediately recoiled. It required a rare herb he had never even heard of. Where would he find it? He also had no time.

"Young man," the old horse seller tempted, "the world is about to descend into chaos. All men will go to the battlefield; a good warhorse is a life. Won't you consider it?"

The old horse seller tried to entice him, believing that the elder behind Chu Feng should have enough capability to help him purchase the celestial horse.

"I think the divine donkey I raised is also quite good!" Chu Feng refused, patting the donkey spirit's long leg, which immediately moved it to tears.

On the way, he heard people discussing that, surprisingly, a great war in the Yang Realm was about to begin. Winds were rising in Yongzhou, as an ancient being who had lived for a very long time and once ruled one-twentieth of the Yang Realm had revived, gathering old subordinates, and would surely sweep across the world.

"Alas," one person sighed, "I plan to go to Qingzhou and join the Taiwu Heavenly Venerate's lineage. I heard that his master and martial uncles are still alive and possess terrifying strength."

"I plan to stay in Wuzhou," another said. "People have been truly anxious recently; the great war in the Yang Realm is actually about to start again."

This news surprised Chu Feng. He didn't stop, and following the Nine Nether Being's instructions, he headed directly towards a glowing large lake in the gray trading zone.

"Here, equivalent exchange is practiced," the Nine Nether Being explained, "and you can protect yourself anonymously. Put the question you want to ask into a message in a bottle and throw it into the lake."

At the same time, it also told Chu Feng that he could fish out message bottles from the lake, and if he could answer them, the reward might be very generous.

The lake was vast, like an ocean, a radiant azure blue.

"Hey, what are all those people in that area doing?" Chu Feng asked, pointing to an island in the lake where some kind of ceremony was being prepared, with many altars and so on.

The Nine Nether Being informed him, "Oh, you mean that? That's the Ascension Gathering. It's being prepared in full swing. We can watch after midnight."

Meanwhile, in a certain distant area, where green grass lay like a carpet, jade flowers glistened, and treasure trees sparkled, a group of young evolutionary powerhouses gathered.

These individuals all had incredibly astonishing backgrounds, with terrifying inheritances, including lineages of Heavenly Venerates and ancient imperial traditions.

Little Crow and the successors of the Taiwu lineage were also there, among the youngest present, listening to everyone discuss various topics and exchange scriptures and secret techniques.

"Hey, I just remembered," Little Crow said with a grinning laugh. "There's an extraordinary menace from the borderlands here too. Brothers and sisters, should we invite him over?"

At this moment, Chu Feng had already thrown a message in a bottle into the large blue lake, splashing up swathes of blue mist and shimmering light before it vanished in a flash.

At the same time, he was also fishing out message bottles to see if there were any questions he could answer.

The Nine Nether Being warned, "Don't touch those kinds of bottles. They've been circulating since ancient times. You can't answer them, and whatever you do, don't provoke anything unnamable!"

The message bottle was extremely ancient in style, like an earthenware pot, without any luster; instead, it absorbed the surrounding light.

Plop!

Suddenly, Chu Feng's message bottle that had disappeared into the depths of the lake returned instantly, containing partial answers.

"It's unknown if the Martial Maniac is still alive," the partial answer read, "but the responder speculates he might still be in the world! Furthermore, the Martial Maniac's youngest disciple is a woman who appeared in Yin Province not long ago. She is also the master of Taiwu Heavenly Venerate!"

Chu Feng gasped after discerning this secret.