Chapter 1242: Cao Blackhearted

Drums thundered on the battlefield, where a fierce battle raged, with countless cultivators from various clans gathered.

Yet, at the rear of the Yong Province camp, someone remained remarkably calm.

Chu Feng was in seclusion, not joining in the excitement.

"Ancestor, are you still 'Temperamental Brother'? You can actually remain calm in this situation? This behavior doesn't match your usual temperament. Why aren't you rushing to join the battle?!"

The Old God King, dispatched by the Heavenly Venerate to summon Cao De, arrived and was instantly enraged to find Chu Feng calmly sipping tea and quietly perusing ancient sages' notes, looking completely at peace.

The battle in the front was chaos, yet Cao Black-Hand was still leisurely enjoying tea and cultivating himself here. It was far too relaxed.

"Has the battle been lost?" Chu Feng asked, looking up in surprise.

The cave dwelling inside the tent was truly tranquil, with glowing vines, pervasive spiritual essence, rustling purple bamboo, and bubbling clear springs, exuding an otherworldly serenity.

The Old God King was extremely agitated, and hearing this made him even angrier.

He truly wanted to grab Cao De and leave, but he restrained himself from acting roughly, as this was Heavenly Venerate Yu Shang's temporary dojo.

More importantly, they still needed to ask Cao Black-Hand to join the battle, so they had to respect him, as he was their only hope for turning the tide.

"Ancestor, you are truly transcendent, almost an immortal, aren't you? Do you know that people's heads are being beaten to a pulp on the battlefield, yet you still have the leisure to read? The Saint realm is almost completely wiped out; Kun Long was even cut in half! Why aren't you coming out of seclusion?!"

Chu Feng invited the Old God King to sit, personally served him a cup of Gongfu tea with great deference, and then sighed.

How could the Old God King have the leisure to drink tea? He wished he could grab Chu Feng by the collar and whisk him away. He gulped down the so-called divine tea in two mouthfuls.

"Let's go!" he urged.

"It's not that I don't want to go; it's that I'll lose my life if I do." Chu Feng showed a troubled expression, then pulled out a bloody letter and showed it to him.

Someone had sent a bloody letter, threatening him with death. The words on it were still wet with blood, oozing malevolent energy.

"It's not that I don't want to go; it's that this bloody letter has a significant origin. I strongly suspect that if I show my face, an ancestor from a certain clan will deliver a fatal blow to me."

Chu Feng explained that in the past half month, there had been attempts to assassinate him. If not for Heavenly Venerate Yu Shang being stationed there, he might have been in danger, which was why he truly didn't want to leave.

Upon hearing this, the Old God King's expression turned serious. This was the rear of the battlefield—someone dared to attack Cao De here? Their background must be formidable!

He stared at the bloody letter, a grave look on his face. The blood on it glowed, remaining undried for days, clearly indicating some truth.

He turned and left, taking the bloody letter to report back, intending to relay the situation truthfully.

Chu Feng called out from behind, "I just need one guarantee: that the Nine-Headed Bird Clan puts aside their prejudice against me and works together against external enemies on the battlefield. If so, I will rush to the front unconditionally."

The Old God King paused briefly, then quickly departed.

On the battlefield, the old Heavenly Venerate's expression changed repeatedly after learning the situation. He looked at the blood-stained letter and the shocking "kill" character written on it.

His heart churned with agitation, wanting to explode in anger, while a chill ran through him. He deeply felt the Nine-Headed Bird Clan's arrogance and difficulty.

In the end, he became enraged. Though he was wary of the Nine-Headed Bird Clan, he wasn't truly afraid. With the overlord of the Yong Province camp behind him, what was there to worry about?

Even if an ancient being from the Eleventh Forbidden Zone personally emerged, the overlord of Yong Province could still block them!

The next moment, the old Heavenly Venerate Qi Rong moved, instantly appearing in an area shrouded in chaotic mist—a special zone on the battlefield where Heavenly Venerates resided!

The Old Monkey was there, as was the withered old ancestor of the Dao Race, along with other Heaven-level experts. Naturally, the Nine-Headed Bird Clan's ancestor was also present.

Qi Rong said nothing, simply handing over the death threat letter.

"What is the meaning of this?" the Nine-Headed Bird Clan's ancestor asked, his expression strange.

"Leave Cao De alone for now; don't bother him. I want him to fight!" Heavenly Venerate Qi Rong stated in a deep voice.

"What do you mean?!" The Nine-Headed Bird Clan's ancestor's face darkened. He immediately sensed that the blood on the letter belonged to the Nine-Headed Bird Clan, specifically to his great-grandson, Chi Feng.

He knew that Chi Feng had recently dispatched assassins, wanting to eliminate Cao De at all costs. Some individuals had been constantly circling the encampment area but hadn't found an opportunity to act.

Any rash move would certainly incur Yu Shang's merciless strike.

The others showed peculiar expressions, especially the Six-Eared Macaque's ancestor, who slammed the table, declaring it "too outrageous!" and asking, "Do you intend to bully the weaker? How shameless!"

He was practically pointing his finger at the Nine-Headed Bird Clan's ancestor's nose and cursing him.

At this moment, God Kings Mi Hong, Chi Feng, and others arrived to pay their respects and understand the situation, having sensed the ancestors' emotional fluctuations.

Upon learning the situation, God King Mi Hong immediately became furious, pointing at Chi Feng's nose and declaring, "Is your Nine-Headed Bird Clan not too overbearing? At a critical moment against external enemies, you still want to kill your own people, to eliminate a Great Saint? Are you deliberately aiding the enemy, planning to hand over ten secret realms?!"

His outburst instantly caused a significant stir, and evolutionists from various clans in the distance heard it.

"Who are you talking about?!" God King Chi Feng retorted, cold lightning flashing in his eyes, his crimson long hair fluttering.

"I'm talking about you! The Nine-Headed Bird Clan is too vile! Do you really think that just because you come from a forbidden zone, you can dictate and command the world?" Mi Hong shouted, "For days, you've continuously dispatched assassins to kill Cao De, and you even personally wrote that bloody letter—who are you trying to intimidate? At a critical moment, you want to kill Cao De?! Don't deny it; this blood is yours. If you don't believe me, ask the elders of all clans to verify it!"

Mi Hong's voice was loud, instantly making a large number of evolutionists in the Yong Province camp area vaguely hear it.

Even though the battlefield was teeming with countless experts from various clans, and the sounds were incredibly noisy, the God King's reprimand still pierced through a large area, reaching the ears of many.

For a moment, many people showed astonished expressions.

People deeply felt that the Nine-Headed Bird Clan was too overbearing, truly arrogant. Did they think they could kill anyone they wanted in this encampment? It was too much!

"It wasn't me!" Chi Feng denied.

God King Chi Feng felt greatly wronged. Although he had ordered some assassins to lurk around, they had absolutely not acted. With Yu Shang guarding the area, they dared not make a move. If Yu Shang caught them, the counterattack would be incredibly sharp, likely resulting in many deaths!

Furthermore, Chi Feng was certain he had absolutely not personally written a bloody letter; that would be far too arrogant, giving the impression of boundless tyranny and self-importance.

However, he soon looked uncomfortable again. God King Mi Hong claimed it was definitively his blood, with an identical aura, calling it irrefutable proof.

Mi Hong was certain it was God King Chi Feng's true blood; there was no mistake, no escape. The opponent was too vile, truly unbound in his arrogance.

At this point, God King Li Jiuxiao also arrived. He too spoke, confirming that it was indeed Chi Feng's blood, belonging to the Nine-Headed Bird Clan, without a doubt.

The outside world was in an uproar, everyone exclaiming that the Nine-Headed Bird Clan had indeed gone too far. Even wanting to lethally strike and eliminate Cao De, who was of great use in the astonishing gambling battle, was truly beyond ordinary arrogance and malice.

It was practically "those who submit prosper, those who resist perish." Offending them guaranteed a grim fate; the clan had simply grown accustomed to their lofty position.

The Old Monkey raged, this time personally pointing his finger at the Nine-Headed Bird Clan's ancestor, spittle flying.

Mi Hong and Li Jiuxiao were also beside themselves with rage, scolding God King Chi Feng.

In the distance, Monkey Mi Tian's expression changed. A few days ago, when he, Peng Wanli, and Xiao Yao visited Cao De, they had just happened to see him practicing calligraphy—which was a blood letter.

Of course, Cao De himself had claimed he was "practicing calligraphy," which the monkeys had scoffed at, calling him theatrical.

At this moment, Monkey, Xiao Yao, and Mi Qing exchanged glances, looking at each other. They were certain that the so-called death threat letter had been forged by Cao De himself.

Monkey grinned. His elder brother was raging, angrily scolding Chi Feng. This truly was a bit unfair to the Nine-Headed Bird Clan; that Cao Black-Hand was utterly despicable.

"How does he have the blood of a Nine-Headed Bird God King?" Peng Wanli wondered.

"Last time, after we finished eating the braised dragon spine, didn't you see his eyes gleaming mischievously, looking around for God King Chi Feng's flesh and blood?"

Monkey immediately guessed the truth.

The few of them were dumbfounded. This shameful Cao De was indeed no good; he had been preparing to do evil even then.

Amidst the chaotic mist, several ancestors collectively pressured the Nine-Headed Bird Clan's ancestor, demanding that he cease his actions and no longer target Cao De.

The Nine-Headed Bird Clan's ancestor finally nodded silently, his face grim, and then he even reprimanded Chi Feng, telling him to withdraw and reflect.

Chi Feng looked utterly bewildered, feeling incredibly wronged. It was as if there was nowhere to appeal; even his own clan's ancestor believed he had done it.

He was a little lost in thought, and only after leaving and pondering for a moment did he understand the situation. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Cao De, you little brat, it must be you!"

Instantly, his mood turned extremely foul; he truly wanted to kill someone. Since Cao De had a vile penchant for barbecuing enemies, it was possible he had collected his God King's blood.

His last encounter with God King Li was his only defeat, and it seemed some blood had splattered onto the ground. Cao De likely exploited this, finding his residual blood from beneath the soil.

Chi Feng nearly went mad; he truly wanted to disregard everything and slap Cao De to death. That bastard was too hateful! He had barbecued his cousin and now dared to use his true blood for a false accusation—shameless and vile.

Following this, Heavenly Venerate Qi Rong personally sent a telepathic message, warning everyone against internal strife. Anyone who dared to engage in infighting would surely lose their life, regardless of their clan.

Everyone was moved, understanding that this was to protect Cao De!

Privately, Heavenly Venerate Qi Rong further warned Chi Feng not to cause trouble, making the God King of the Nine-Headed Bird Clan nearly spit out a mouthful of blood, suffering internal injuries from suppressed rage.

Chi Feng's joy from winning a secret realm was immediately diluted; he felt pain in his lungs and stomach, and especially when he saw someone going to invite Cao De to the battlefield, he wanted to vomit blood even more.

Heavenly Venerate Qi Rong implicitly mentioned that if anything happened to Cao De, the Nine-Headed Bird Clan would be held directly responsible!

Chu Feng emerged from seclusion and swiftly rushed to the battlefield. He already knew that Heavenly Venerate Qi Rong had publicly protected him, stating that if anything went wrong, the Nine-Headed Bird Clan would be blamed.

"Chi Feng, I don't feel guilty at all. You already wanted to kill me, so putting the blame on you now isn't really wronging you," Chu Feng muttered to himself.

Chu Feng muttered to himself, quite satisfied with this outcome. It was very necessary to add an extra layer of protection for himself before going to the battlefield, which significantly put his mind at ease.

Now, if anything happened to him, everyone would likely assume the Nine-Headed Bird Clan was responsible, meaning they wouldn't dare act recklessly for a while.

Chu Feng appeared, smiling guilelessly, looking as if he would obey any command and fight wherever he was directed, very compliant.

Of course, he also thumped his chest, declaring that the Nine-Headed Bird Clan was utterly despicable and always trying to harm him!

Qi Rong nodded, secretly sighing that he seemed truly authentic, somewhat straightforward and temperamental. He then publicly praised him.

"Pfft!"

In the distance, God King Chi Feng spurted a mouthful of old blood. This scoundrel publicly cursed the Nine-Headed Bird Clan and was still called straightforward? Go to hell!

"Cao De, you black-hearted bastard, don't you ever fall into my hands. Sooner or later, I'll make your life worse than death!" Chi Feng swore, his face cold and ruthless.

At this time, the Saint-level contests were extremely fierce, but that level of battle only involved Southern Zhan Province and Western He Province.

As for the Eastern Yong Province camp, ever since Kun Long was chopped up and his body split into two, no one dared to enter the arena, because they were even worse than Kun Long, completely inadequate.

The Yong Province camp had forfeited repeatedly, abandoning the duels. Now, only two slots remained. If Cao De didn't arrive soon, they would be completely eliminated.

"Hmm, it's my turn to compete against the overlord's forces from the East. Are there any fellow Daoists willing to step forward? Please don't hesitate to enlighten me. And if there are no fellow Daoists, a junior sister would also do. Who will join me in comprehending the Grand Dao? We can cultivate together, share the same boat, and reach the other shore of life."

A young man from Southern Zhan Province called out, exceedingly flippant, and clearly looking down on the Yong Province camp's top talents.

His talk of "comprehending the Grand Dao together" and "cultivating together" was actually a veiled reference to dual cultivation, which was quite crude and excessively licentious, an insult to the female cultivators of the Yong Province camp.

The main reason was that, apart from Kun Long, who entered the battle only to be tragically cut in half, almost all other evolutionists from Yong Province had avoided combat and forfeited.

Therefore, he was very contemptuous, looking down on them, smiling as he challenged them.

In fact, Saints from both Western He Province and Southern Zhan Province felt completely relaxed whenever it was their turn to duel a Saint from the Yong Province camp. It was like getting a bye; no opponent would show up.

"I say, fellow Daoists, what do you mean? Do you look down on me? Why isn't anyone coming forward to spar?"

His disrespectful words made the Saint-level evolutionists from Yong Province feel their faces burn with immense shame.

And he continued to mock them, not stopping there.

"How about this: whichever junior sister steps forward, we won't fight, but rather sit and discuss the Dao. Let's not waste this beautiful time on this ancient battlefield, which once hosted the world's foremost famous mountain and the Fourth Forbidden Zone. Let's have a good talk about romance and life's ideals."

"Cao De, you go! Take him down!"

Heavenly Venerate Qi Rong spoke, his eyes slightly cold, feeling that the genius on the other side was going too far.

"Yes, Cao De, capture him alive and bring him back!" The others couldn't hold back either; even the Old God King was enraged, feeling that the opposing camp was humiliating the cultivators of the Yong Province camp.

"Alrighty!"

Chu Feng was quick and decisive, striding with his long legs, pushing off the ground. Like a prehistoric beast unleashed, he caused the earth to tremble violently as he charged out.

Boom!

He stirred up a cloud of dust, creating a powerful impact. Although he couldn't fly and couldn't leave the ground, his speed was incredibly fast. He brought fierce winds, broke the sound barrier, and charged straight forward.

"Heh heh, someone actually dared to come."

The young man was very arrogant. He patted his backside and slowly rose from a bluestone, preparing to meet the challenge, a sneer playing on his lips, his disdain unwavering.

"Who are you? State your name..."

However, he had no idea who he was truly up against. If he had known how unconventional this person was, he would never have calmly waited to face the enemy, but would have immediately jumped up and fought for his life.

Chu Feng charged all the way, bringing fierce winds and a sky full of dust. Without a word, he immediately launched a sneak attack.

"Holy crap, you..." the genius from Southern Zhan Province roared.

*Crack!*

In this area, dust clouds surged, lightning flashed, and thunder rolled. It was too intense. In an instant, sand and stones flew, great winds roared, and dazzling, brilliant energy glow continuously erupted.

The engagement was brief; the time too short. Chu Feng then bolted, carrying a fierce wind, heading back towards his own camp.

"Huh? Fled? That was a quick defeat."

"Ah, wait, where's our top talent? Why is he gone?!"

Initially, evolutionists from other camps thought the Yong Province camp's top Saint was too weak, running away and suffering a crushing defeat after just one exchange.

But that wasn't the case.

They couldn't find their own camp's top-tier genius, and then they all stared at Saint Cao De of the Yong Province camp, who was sprinting away.

The result... after realizing what had happened, a group of people's faces turned green!