Chapter 1113: Chu Feng Takes Responsibility

The words grated on Gu Chenhai’s ears; he was so furious he slapped the coffin lid, wishing he could get out and teach that kid a lesson.

"Old Gu," the donkey monster said, "you're agitated but not speaking. Does that mean you're tacitly agreeing? You're truly a bold ghost to dare flirt with Taiwu's wife!"

As expected, nothing refined ever came out of the donkey monster's mouth; he was merely trying to provoke Gu Chenhai.

Inside the Heavenly Gold Stone Coffin, Gu Chenhai calmed down and scoffed, saying, "Whoever doesn't know Gu Chenhai in their lifetime lives in vain, even if they claim to be mighty. You are all too vulgar!"

"Old Gu, you didn't leave any loose ends, did you?" Chu Feng asked.

Gu Chenhai initially ignored him, but eventually replied.

"Don't worry," he said. "I have died once before, and I haven't fully revived yet. I am neither born nor destroyed, already somewhat transcendent to the greater universe. Moreover, with the reincarnation soil you left smeared on the coffin before you departed, it's impossible for me to leave any traces!"

In Nether Mountain, a shocking energy burst forth, and Heavenly Venerate energy raged, causing the entire region to resonate.

Especially since the area contained a prehistoric battlefield, dark winds howled, ghosts cried, and gods wept. Torrential blood rain poured from the sky, yellow whirlwinds spun relentlessly, and the entire world lost its color.

That day, Taiwu was enraged!

Nether Mountain was sealed off, and no one outside knew what had transpired there.

A day and a night later, Taiwu rushed back to Minghu Immortal Cave. He displayed his heaven-shaking, earth-shattering divine abilities, sparing no effort to deduce and uncover who had committed the act.

Clearly, he wanted to identify the culprit. He had been enraged at the ancestral graves but found not a single clue, so he returned to investigate further.

However, after an entire day, Taiwu still found nothing. He nearly turned the underground palace inside out, ultimately discovering only a single, unusual speck of dust.

This was Taiwu's discernment: he noticed this seemingly ordinary speck of dust and somehow sensed it was unusual!

An ordinary person would never notice it; a speck of dust is too minuscule to even consider.

Furthermore, this speck of dust was unremarkable and indistinguishable from common soil, yet Taiwu had an intuition that it was somehow different.

This was an oversight by Chu Feng. He had scattered too much reincarnation soil, which billowed up in clouds and settled on the ground. Even with his meticulousness, a single speck of dust was ultimately left behind.

However, it was of no great consequence.

Taiwu studied it for a long time but ultimately couldn't discern anything special about the dust, though he still felt a sense of unease.

"Guard this place for me," Taiwu said in a deep voice. "I will get to the bottom of this matter!"

He was truly enraged. The deaths of a few core disciples were one thing, but having his ancestral graves plundered was unbearable. Boundless killing intent already seethed within him!

Taiwu departed, intending to consult his master and borrow the Underworld Mirror to witness past events.

The mirror was a divine treasure bestowed years ago by his revered master's master, the Martial Lunatic, and was said to be capable of revealing "past events."

Taiwu departed, vowing to relentlessly uncover the mastermind. Even as a Heavenly Venerate, he had lost his usual aloofness and composure that day.

His ancestral graves had been desecrated; even a Heavenly Venerate couldn't tolerate that!

What's more, his Dao companion's tomb—that grand burial site he had painstakingly constructed—actually had a... robber's hole!

"Damn it, they actually came here to desecrate graves?" This utterly infuriated him!

On Minghu Lake, verdant bamboo boats, five-colored heavenly ships, and seven-treasure glazed vessels crowded the area.

Numerous divine ships also floated above the spiritual lake, their runes flickering and vibrant lights shimmering.

On this day, an unknown number of evolvers arrived, many coming directly from the front lines of the battlefield. All were war correspondents, dubbed "fighters among information gatherers."

With something happening to Taiwu's lineage, how could it not cause a stir? This lineage was exceedingly powerful; Taiwu's master had even made an appearance in Yin Province not long ago.

A massive explosion once occurred in Yin Province, unleashing rampant Yin energy and creating a giant sinkhole, suspected to penetrate the entire Yang Realm. That place had already become the Yang Realm's twenty-first forbidden zone!

It was reported that someone saw Taiwu's master, with hair white as snow and a face like jade, standing outside Yin Province, indicating that she was not only still alive but also at her peak!

Who dared to attack such a formidable lineage?

Consequently, the powers behind popular newspapers and periodicals, along with many powerful evolver families, sent people to gather intelligence.

"Ancient Times Newspaper reports the latest news: Minghu Immortal Cave has been reduced to a wasteland. We can clearly sense that the essence of heaven and earth here has dissipated, and the vitality of the mountains and rivers has been completely lost!"

This news caused an uproar everywhere. The invading enemies were too ruthless, utterly destroying an immortal cave—a place far more valuable than a few core disciples.

This was tantamount to severing the roots of Taiwu's lineage.

"Hello everyone," announced war correspondent Hun Peng. "I swear as a member of the Peng tribe that everything I say is true. I have long since cultivated the Heavenly Eye, and not long ago, I saw through the chaotic mist outside Minghu Lake. I witnessed Heavenly Venerate Taiwu's true form departing, his face ashen, his fingers trembling, utterly enraged!"

The Peng tribe reporter was visibly agitated as he reported the situation.

He speculated that something even more shocking was involved; otherwise, even the loss of a few core disciples and all the heavenly marrow wouldn't have enraged a Heavenly Venerate to such an extent.

Heavenly Venerates were known for their dignified demeanor and composed minds, whose expressions supposedly wouldn't falter even if the sky fell and the earth collapsed.

Subsequently, major newspapers and periodicals dispatched their gold-medal intelligence gatherers and ace combat reporters to further investigate and reveal more details.

Powerful Divine Kings arrived, and even Half-step Heavenly Venerates were alarmed, bringing "Heaven-Gazing Mirrors" and employing Heavenly Vision and Earth Hearing arts to monitor Minghu Immortal Cave.

Taiwu located his master's secluded cultivation retreat, landing in a picturesque area of mountains and clear waters, and arrived before an ancient cave.

Outside the cave, the mother plant of the Heavenly Fire Plantain Fan grew, spewing flames that permeated with chaos. Golden Crows cawed, guarding the cave entrance.

"Master, I've come to borrow the Underworld Mirror!"

Taiwu knelt outside the cave, respectfully and reverently bowing to the woman deep within the chaotic mist, waiting for her to awaken.

Soon after, he heard a pleasant sigh, followed by a voice saying, "Rise and speak."

Suppressing his surging anger, Taiwu recounted the events and presented the speck of dust, asking the beautiful white-haired woman to examine it.

She, too, couldn't discern the nature of the soil, finding it exceedingly strange. She frowned, pondering deeply but without success.

It should be known that she possessed knowledge of almost all types of soil in the world; even if she hadn't obtained or seen them, she had at least heard of them.

She had even seen Heavenly Soil, which cultivates Heavenly Venerates, and Immortal Soil, which nourishes the vital blood of mighty beings.

Even the legendary Cosmic Soil, capable of cultivating Cosmic-level fruits, she had heard descriptions of, though she hadn't witnessed it herself.

Furthermore, she had been fortunate enough to see fragmented descriptions of several strange soils recorded in historical texts, capable of cultivating different categories of invincible fruits.

However, none of them matched this speck of dust; it was of an entirely different category.

After a long pause, she recalled an old matter: she vaguely remembered hearing that her master's great adversary had once been searching for a particular type of soil.

"Could it be such a coincidence?" she mused, frowning in doubt and surprise. "Could this be that type of soil? Otherwise, I should have recognized all other types of soil."

This surprised Taiwu; was there something his master didn't know? After all, his master was the Martial Lunatic's most favored youngest disciple and had inherited all his true teachings.

"Master, can you deduce who did this?" Taiwu asked. "This style is detestable; it must involve a powerful being of extremely deep cultivation, otherwise how could he enter the underground palace? But to actually dig up my ancestral graves, kill my junior disciples, disregard his status and reputation, and attack our lineage—it's too despicable!"

Indignant, Taiwu urged his master to emerge from seclusion and bring the Underworld Mirror to investigate thoroughly.

"Attacked?!" the woman with crystalline white hair and a maiden-like face exclaimed, startled. She took a deep breath and murmured, "Could it truly be someone from *that* lineage?!"

For many years, as a member of the Martial Lunatic's lineage, she had feared no one and no other lineage, not even powerful beings from ultimate Daoist traditions.

However, there was one lineage that she had always held in extreme trepidation!

Back then, even her exceptionally domineering master had been attacked. After an eight-hundred-move duel, he was left bloody and fled frantically.

"Which lineage?!" Taiwu asked, astonished. Even his master was filled with doubt and suspicion, and both wore solemn expressions, as this matter seemed truly terrifying.

The white-haired woman remained silent, lost in thought. The speck of dust strongly resembled the soil that individual had been searching for back then. Furthermore, the modus operandi of this attack—a sneak attack—was strikingly similar to that lineage!

How could this not alarm her?

In the Minghu region, reporters dug for information, and all sorts of revelations emerged. Some deduced that Mingyu, Zhuo Hong, and others were killed by evolver prodigies of the same level.

Some rejoiced, others were enraged, some applauded, while others cursed.

Rogue cultivators and several powerful Daoist traditions with grievances against Taiwu's lineage all voiced their opinions. It was particularly interesting that, at this critical juncture, even a few young prodigies spoke up.

One after another, they claimed responsibility for the incident.

Furthermore, during this process, a person named Chu Feng passionately declared full responsibility for the incident.

Across various regions, people were dumbfounded, creating waves of shock.

Naturally, the Heavenly Venerates involved were so enraged they nearly tore out their own beards, wanting to kick their young prodigies to death. Why stir up trouble and seek attention? They truly wished they could strangle them one by one.

"Damn it, you little brats, do you understand the overall situation?" they raged. "Even if they're mortal enemies, this isn't the time to get involved!"