Chapter 1280: Child's Mother

The ground was covered in blood, and a group of people looked pale. Even cutting themselves with their swords was useless, as Number Nine's imprint of order was omnipresent, covering their entire bodies.

"If you're not ruthless, you can't stand your ground," Chu Feng sighed. "You're all more formidable than the last, truly ruthless characters."

They were like chopped vegetables, not just cutting themselves once but hacking at themselves multiple times. Now in unbearable pain, they began taking potent elixirs to reattach their limbs.

However, once severed, the limbs couldn't be reattached; the residual dao patterns left by Number Nine were simply too terrifying.

Number Nine appeared, strolling through the battlefield. He gazed at the old scenery of the former Fourth Forbidden Zone, recalling memories from years past, and sighed softly.

When he arrived and saw the group of people cutting themselves, he was momentarily taken aback.

Chu Feng sighed, "Master Nine, they are truly pathetic, all drenched in blood; it's a sight too gruesome to bear."

This astonished Chi Feng, Yun Tuo, Kun Long, and the others. Cao De was actually speaking up for them; it was unimaginable. Had this devil, Cao, changed his ways?

Even Heavenly Venerate Chi Xu and the Silver Dragon Ancestor, enduring intense pain, narrowed their eyes in surprise. In the depths of their eyes, however, there was an endless cold glint.

No matter how this junior tried to curry favor, resolve their grievances, or change their relationship, they would not appreciate it. They would certainly kill him at the first opportunity!

Furthermore, they vowed to make his life worse than death; otherwise, they would never be able to vent their rage!

Simultaneously, they resolved that once the Martial Lunatic emerged, they would definitely pledge their allegiance. As for the so-called Number One Mountain, did it truly consider itself invincible? The beings from a certain forbidden land and the Martial Lunatic had always sought to flatten that place.

Number Nine looked at Chu Feng indifferently, without speaking, but seemed to be asking if he had any suggestions.

"These people are so pitiful," Chu Feng sighed. "I think we should selectively treat a few of them."

At this moment, Kun Long and Yun Tuo were practically in tears, overcome with emotion. The great devil Cao was actually pleading for them, helping them escape their pain?

Although Chi Feng's heart was filled with boundless killing intent, upon hearing these words, his emotions fluctuated intensely. He felt a sense of anticipation, that he would finally be free.

However, Chu Feng's next sentence rendered all their emotion null and void. They were all astonished, then almost burst into curses.

"Master Nine, look, these are all top-grade blood provisions; it's a pity to abandon them," Chu Feng continued. "Diligent farmers bury seeds in the ground in spring and harvest crops in autumn. Why don't you see who tastes good and then clear the Dao patterns from their bodies, allowing them to regenerate and be harvested repeatedly..."

Chi Feng, Yun Tuo, and the others gritted their teeth, their faces completely devoid of color. This was too despicable! Treating them like crops to be cultivated and harvesting their legs repeatedly?

Number Nine, who had been silent and laconic, staring into the distance of the battlefield, now showed a strange expression upon hearing this. "The profound truths of the world are interconnected," he said. "If blood provisions are like leeks, harvesting them repeatedly makes sense."

At this moment, Heavenly Venerate Chi Xu, the ancestor of the Nine-Headed Bird Clan, and Bai Hong, the ancestor of the Silver Dragon Clan, both twitched their faces. They truly wanted to kill someone; they couldn't bear such provocation.

The legless individuals all trembled, their eyes brimming with murderous intent.

"Of course, every food gets tiresome eventually," Chu Feng added. "One day, they will be given their freedom."

This was not sympathy for his enemies but rather a means of giving them hope. Otherwise, this group might resort to extreme measures out of despair.

Yun Tuo, Kun Long, and the others' expressions instantly improved. Even Chi Feng was slightly agitated; a moment ago, his entire inner world had been bleak, but now he saw a glimmer of hope.

Especially upon seeing Number Nine nod, they practically trembled, realizing there was truly a possibility of liberation.

In an instant, their expressions became very animated, and their eyes glowed with fervent light.

This was because Chu Feng had allowed Number Nine to choose for himself, to see which ones were "delicious."

Chi Feng, Kun Long, Yun Tuo, and the others all raised their heads and puffed out their chests, their expressions leaving the surrounding people speechless.

Although they didn't speak, their demeanor, emotions, and gaze all indicated their eagerness to be... "eaten" a few more times.

Later, these legless individuals looked on eagerly, their expressions almost turning into words, making it clear to anyone who saw them, as if saying, "My thighs are tender and long, my flesh is the most delicious, my bloodline is the noblest..."

A group of people were dumbfounded!

Heavenly Venerate Chi Xu and the Silver Dragon Ancestor remained expressionless; they weren't stooping to such behavior. Seeing some of the juniors with such exaggerated facial expressions, they truly wanted to swat them dead, one by one.

However, in the end, Number Nine really did choose those few individuals. This astonished Heavenly Venerates Chi Xu and Silver Dragon, leaving them with mixed feelings and some regret for not being proactive enough.

As for Heavenly Venerate You Lan, whose astonishing talent belonged to the Martial Lunatic's lineage, she paid no attention at all and did not participate. She sat alone in the distance, like a fossil, silent and unmoving.

"Ah..."

Chi Feng screamed, proving extraordinary as a Divine King. His flesh and blood regenerated immediately, eventually making him whole. But he screamed again soon after, as he was "harvested" once more, losing his legs.

However, he horrifyingly discovered that Dao patterns seemed to remain within his body once more. This time, after losing his legs, he still couldn't restore them.

"Leeks are only fresh if they are cut and eaten immediately," Number Nine said.

Upon hearing these words, the group of people fainted. They couldn't go on like this; they couldn't endure it. They had originally planned to escape while their legs were still intact, but now they felt the entire world was full of malice, engulfed in darkness.

Number Nine left, and Chu Feng also departed, leaving the group behind in utter despair, their spirits crushed.

Chu Feng went to find Fairy Qing Yin. He wanted to ask some things clearly and say some words plainly. No matter what, she had once been the little Daoist's mother, and this fact could not be changed.

The battlefield was vast, with all kinds of terrain, though most areas lacked vegetation.

A small, bare hill featured a silver tent, accompanied by two withered trees that had been dead for countless years. With the setting sun, the scene appeared somewhat desolate.

In mid-air, several crows cawed, flying across the mournful, vivid evening glow, further enhancing the desolation and solitude.

Chu Feng arrived, facing the evening glow and gazing at the lingering sunset rays. He himself was bathed in a layer of red light, as if returning from a blood-soaked battlefield.

Qing Yin stood on the small hill, in front of the silver tent. She was very quiet, looking at the vivid red horizon. Her entire being seemed to blend into the natural world and the sunset, without a sound.

Now, she was a peerless beauty, without a single flaw. Her skin was radiant white, with a faint luster, and her entire body radiated a hazy light, enveloping her, like a Celestial Maiden descending to the mortal world.

In the evening glow, her radiant white face was tinged with a light red and golden radiance, making her appear even more sacred and flawless, surpassing all others in the world, as if she could ride the wind at any moment and leave the mundane world behind.

"Luo Yin," Chu Feng said.

He had drunk a lot of Granny Meng's soup, so some feelings in his heart had faded, and some obsessions were no longer as strong. Everything was for cultivation, to make himself stronger and personally slaughter Tai Wu and the others!

But when he truly stood there, how could he be emotionless like stone? This was the Dao companion with whom he had a close relationship back then.

Years flowed by, stirring up a few ripples. Looking back, many years had passed, and his heart rippled, as some matters could not be completely severed even by Granny Meng's soup.

After all, they had a young child, a child of their blood.

Some things cannot be simply turned over and forgotten. No matter what, they cannot be dismissed as just a dream.

However, Qing Yin gave no response, still gazing at the sunset. She was like a statue of a Celestial Maiden carved from jade, exquisite and beautiful, yet devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

She was somewhat cold, keeping people at a distance. Although she stood before him, she felt as distant as the horizon.

"Luo Yin, do you truly want to sever all traces of the netherworld and annihilate your former self?" Chu Feng spoke again.

Qing Yin finally spoke, her voice extremely flat.

"In one's life, people will always experience old matters that are bitter, sweet, salty, or tasteless," she said. "How much more so across several lives and generations, where one experiences and sees even more. Some disturbances that shouldn't sway our emotions will automatically dissipate on the great Dao, without us needing to sever them. You are a seeker of the Dao; you should understand this. Do not indulge in such superficial emotions from the past."

Chu Feng hadn't expected her to be so calm, without a single ripple. She was truly like an ancient, clear lake reflecting the heavens, not even a trace of a ripple appearing.

"Do you still remember that child?" Chu Feng asked. "Although he was naughty and disobedient, he was still our child, flowing with our shared blood."

"You have already arrived in the Yang realm, and presumably he has also reincarnated and entered the Great Yang realm," Qing Yin replied. "All connections from the previous life are completely severed here. You and I have both begun new lives. Looking back at the past holds no meaning. Leave!"

Qing Yin was resolute, speaking these words without any hesitation. She remained gazing at the setting sun on the horizon.

Chu Feng suddenly turned and looked at her face.

In this life, having merged with a portion of the prehistoric Fairy Qing Shi's soul light, she had transformed more perfectly, regaining the peerless grace of the Yang realm's foremost beauty from ancient times.

In terms of appearance alone, there was truly not a single flaw. One would be hard-pressed to find a few in the entire Yang realm who could rival her.

"I don't believe it!" Chu Feng said, gazing at her face, which appeared incredibly perfect bathed in the evening glow. He thought of the events in the Lesser Netherworld.

When the Great Dream Pure Land was breached, mountains and rivers shattered, and the Pure Land was stained with blood. She fought desperately to escape with the little Daoist, suffering fatal injuries herself, corroded by a certain golden substance, her life in peril.

Yet, during this process, she had protected the little Daoist very well, keeping him unharmed.

Chu Feng rushed there frantically to see her, wanting to save her and bring her back to life. But she shook her head desolately and forlornly, knowing she wouldn't make it.

At that moment, before her death, Qin Luo Yin was still admonishing him to take good care of the little Daoist and protect their child.

At that time, every word was heartfelt, filled with deep emotion. Her entire being radiated maternal brilliance.

At that time, she was coughing blood, her face pale, yet she was filled with maternal love, disregarding her impending death. It was as if she wanted to say everything she could in her lifetime, with endless reluctance to leave the child. Her whispers were intermittent until she closed her eyes, completely died, and was sealed by Chu Feng.