Chapter 1303: Who Am I

Chu Feng set off, extremely cautious. The whole world was watching, with all eyes on the First Mountain. As a disciple traveling outside, he was likely in the spotlight and subject to scrutiny from all sides.

This was very dangerous, as he wasn't actually a true disciple of the First Mountain. He was now preparing to solidify his status.

If he had Number Nine as a powerful backer and the First Mountain as a sect capable of penetrating several forbidden lands, where in the world couldn't he go? Who would dare trouble him in the future?

Even if he publicly declared, "I am Chu Feng, the human trafficker; I am Ji Dade, one of the ten most notorious wanted criminals," it was unlikely anyone would dare try to kill him again.

Once that moment arrived, where in the Yang realm couldn't he go? He would no longer need to hide.

After avenging the great feud of the minor underworld, he would cultivate in his free time, drink with the Big Black Ox, Old Donkey, and others when bored, or go chat with Xiao Yao's aunt and the Monkey's sister...

Chu Feng felt pleased, lost in various daydreams.

He was already on his way. Along the path, he gave serious looks to the reincarnations of the Big Black Ox and Old Donkey in the crowd, signaling them to be cautious and not to reveal their identities yet.

This was because the period of danger hadn't passed; he needed to go to the First Mountain and get a clear outcome first.

"Brother, slow down!" The Eccentric Dragon, a true sycophant and master of opportunism, had wanted to abandon Chu Feng and flee during the tripartite battle just recently. But now, he was diligently following him, acting as if he belonged, even regarding himself as another registered disciple of the First Mountain.

"Flatterer Dragon!" someone remarked, ridiculing Long Dayu.

"Who?!" Long Dayu shrieked. Had someone recognized his identity and known he was a dragon? He was currently in human form, using the hidden trump cards of his powerful previous life, which ordinary people couldn't see through.

Then, he felt a chill on his neck, as if someone was blowing cold air on him, like a malevolent spirit possessing him.

"Grandpa!" a voice echoed, still from his neck.

Long Dayu reached back, quickly swiped, and then screamed, "A maggot, it's you again!"

His cry was genuinely heartbreaking. Although he was a dragon, he had suffered greatly at the hands of a certain insect in his previous life, leaving him with psychological trauma. He was highly allergic to anything that wriggled.

The creature on his collar instantly flew into a rage, furious that this fellow had called it a maggot again. How could it tolerate this?!

"Puff, puff!"

The fat silkworm spat silk, completely covering Long Dayu's head and face in a white shroud.

"Damn it, I'm an immortal silkworm! If you dare to claim me as a relative or talk nonsense again, I'm not done with you!" the fat silkworm threatened fiercely.

Furthermore, it persistently climbed onto Long Dayu's neck and then to his head. During this process, both of them used their magical powers to compete, glowing and clashing with energy.

Long Dayu roared, "I don't care if you're an immortal silkworm or a maggot, you're all the same, none of you are good! I warn you, I'm a registered disciple of the First Mountain, don't provoke me!"

This was just a minor interlude. Chu Feng was somewhat surprised that someone from the Forbidden Silkworm and Mulberry Valley had followed them and seemed to be on his side.

"My ancestors have some connection with the First Mountain," was the fat silkworm's explanation. It was chubby and white, comfortably sitting on Long Dayu's head, spitting silk and refusing to get down.

Along the way, Chu Feng was quite safe because he was accompanied by a large group of people.

It went without saying that Venerable Yu Shang was by his side. Hao Yuan arrived, and the old Six-Eared Macaque also traveled with them. Venerable Qi Rong and others followed, along with super-evolvers from Zhanzhou and Hezhou.

As for the Monkey, Xiao Yao, Peng Wanli, Li Jiuxiao, Ji Caixuan, and others, they were all behind, also heading to the First Mountain.

Everyone was curious and a little apprehensive, eager to see what the First Mountain looked like after the great battle.

Golden rainbows streaked across the sky, and silver light burst forth. With a Heavenly Venerate leading the way, they traveled very quickly and soon arrived near the First Mountain.

The First Mountain remained unchanged, still appearing as a fragmented peak with a hazy area at its base.

However, the residual aftermath of the Great Dao's remnants there was still terrifying, startling even Heavenly Venerates.

Besides them, many other powerful individuals were in the area, having rushed from all corners of the world to investigate the truth of what happened here.

With such a major event occurring today, all parties were seeking verification.

Chu Feng didn't hesitate. He immediately burrowed underground, intending to break into the light barrier, while many people watched from a distance behind him.

This time, even with his armor forged from reincarnation soil, Chu Feng was repelled. He had actually failed.

He frowned but didn't dare to use the stone jar in public, as that would cause significant trouble.

"Master Nine!"

Chu Feng shouted loudly, continuously channeling energy to vibrate the heavy light barrier, hoping to rouse Number Nine and have him come to guide him in.

Silently, a gaunt figure appeared within the light barrier. It looked like a malevolent spirit that had existed for eons, its body withered and its skin stretched like a drum, with disheveled hair.

"The mountain is sealed off, and yet there are still people delivering legs?" the old man said faintly, like a sigh from a malevolent spirit.

"Ah, Senior Martial Uncle!" Chu Feng quickly exclaimed.

It wasn't Number Nine, but Chu Feng didn't dare to call out anything else. He immediately addressed him as Senior Martial Uncle, then quickly asked, "Where is Master Nine?"

Chu Feng stared closely. This old man somewhat resembled Number Nine, but their temperaments were completely different. He couldn't tell if it was the same person undergoing a transformation.

"Who are you?" the ghost-like old man asked suspiciously.

Behind them, people were utterly shocked. What was happening? Did members of his own sect not recognize Cao De? Hadn't he emerged from here? Moreover, many had personally witnessed him entering and then bringing out the great demon, Number Nine.

"Old Six, stop scaring people."

Fortunately, at this critical moment, Number Nine appeared, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. It was unclear what creature's leg he was eating.

Number Nine looked at Chu Feng, smiling, and said, "Why are you here?"

"I've returned to the sect to pay respects to Master Nine," Chu Feng replied.

"This is not where you belong, and you've come too late," Number Nine said, informing Chu Feng that the mountain had been sealed, and he couldn't enter.

Chu Feng was momentarily flustered. Would he be unable to enter the First Mountain from now on? And Number Nine had said this publicly, which made his heart pound.

This was effectively dismantling his halo, which was not good news for him.

"Master Nine, I haven't mastered my skills yet, I don't want to leave the mountain!" Chu Feng hastily pleaded.

"Never mind. I haven't taught you anything anyway. You have your own destiny, and the First Mountain isn't suitable for you," Number Nine said with a smile.

Instantly, Chu Feng's face turned green. His earlier fantasies—drinking with the Big Black Ox after getting revenge, chatting with a certain fairy—could all go to hell.

The situation was bad now. Was Number Nine doing this on purpose?!

Behind him, the group of people was stunned. They looked at each other, finding it deeply peculiar. What exactly was Cao De's relationship with the First Mountain?

Some were suspicious, their expressions changing.

Fortunately, at that moment, Number Nine emitted a glow, extending through the light barrier to envelop Chu Feng and speak to him privately, making it clear that their relationship was unusual.

"Master Nine, are you messing with me?" Chu Feng complained.

Number Nine said, "The people of the First Mountain gained their renown through killing; they never relied on their sect. For example, Li—*cough*—he liked to stab people in the back, but let's not mention that. As for the others, well, almost all of them were heroes of unparalleled courage, but... they're probably all dead."

Chu Feng was speechless. Were these supposed to be positive examples? They were all negative archetypes.

"Furthermore, you're not a disciple of the First Mountain anyway, so you should leave," Number Nine added.

"Old Nine, this person is strange, there's a big problem!" At this moment, Number Six said with utmost seriousness, his eyes like two green-gold spears, almost piercing Chu Feng as he stared intently, sensing his aura.

Number Nine immediately spoke, extremely gravely, saying, "Don't touch him. I've already seen him. We shouldn't provoke him. Let go and ignore him."

"Huh?!"

Chu Feng was astonished. What did this mean? Number Nine and Number Six had adopted such a cold and solemn demeanor, leaving Chu Feng perplexed, completely unaware of the hidden circumstances.

"Master Nine, what's wrong with you?" Chu Feng asked.

Number Nine said solemnly, "You came from that place. We cannot afford to provoke it. It's best if we don't have any further involvement with each other. Let's just consider our past a benevolent connection."

"You should go. We don't want to stir up trouble!"

Chu Feng was petrified. The two gaunt figures opposite him had actually uttered such words?

In fact, if outsiders knew this, they would be even more shocked. It would be like the sky collapsing and the earth caving in, making many feel their souls tremble.

The First Mountain, how terrifying it was! It had just punched huge holes through several forbidden lands, its sword energy piercing the heavens, spanning ancient and future times. And yet now, it also had people and matters it feared?

"Master Nine, what are you talking about? I don't understand," Chu Feng asked.

He desperately wanted to say, "Who am I? Why is this happening?"

"The place where you were born, the place you came from, has a big problem. We don't want to get involved," Number Nine said faintly, his voice very low, like a malevolent spirit whispering.

Chu Feng felt a chill run through his body. What on earth was going on? Why did he feel such a strange and terrifying chill? He needed to get to the bottom of it!