Chapter 1343: Marry One, Get One Free

Chu Feng looked at Ying Wudi, his gaze intense, sweeping over him like two divine swords slicing through the void, even emitting a faint metallic clang.

He was indeed somewhat surprised that the "dark-faced brother-in-law" could make such a complete turnaround today, his attitude entirely different from before.

Ying Wudi had truly changed his tune today; to say such things was quite beyond imagination.

Chu Feng's expression remained cold, his aura intimidating. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"I'm sure," Ying Wudi said, looking up at the sky, feeling as if he might burst into tears. How could he, who wished to kill Chu Feng, be so utterly humiliated and accommodating today?

This was because he truly feared Chu Feng would kill his sister. That crystalline finger was already pressed against Ying Zhexian's pale forehead, a trickle of crimson blood running down.

A Great Divine King!

If Chu Feng continued, that beautiful head would be directly pierced, and she would perish.

Even if Ying Zhexian had a strong life force, her soul-bone would be destroyed, and she would die completely.

Then, Ying Wudi looked at his younger sister. Since she also liked Chu Feng, he thought, "Let's just consider it saving my sister, a 'buy one, get one free' deal."

At that moment, he spoke again, looking at both his older and younger sisters, his voice slightly subdued. "No matter how good a younger sister is, she'll eventually belong to someone else."

Chu Feng's expression was odd. Ying Wudi had truly thrown caution to the wind today, daring to say anything that came to mind.

Soon, he found it unusual. It seemed Ying Wudi was intentionally speaking nonsense. Was it to change the grim and chilling atmosphere?

Yes, Chu Feng thought. This "dark-faced brother-in-law" wasn't stupid; he was shrewder than expected. He was deliberately acting this way, saying some outrageous things.

In fact, Ying Wudi's main goal was to reduce Chu Feng's killing intent, still primarily to save his sister.

Ying Wudi felt that Chu Feng's killing aura was too strong, and normal persuasion would likely change nothing, which was why he had abandoned his usual demeanor.

"Chu Feng, you're not really going to kill my sister, are you?" Ying Xiaoxiao was also frightened. Standing beside Chu Feng, her waist-length silver hair shone brightly, her face filled with fear and worry. She clutched one of Chu Feng's arms, not wanting him to harm her sister.

Ying Wudi saw his sister's brow still bleeding, exceptionally red and conspicuous. His face turned pale. "Chu Feng, Chu the Great Devil," he cried, "what more do you want?! I've already fulfilled your deepest desire: buy one, get one free! Both my elder and younger sisters are yours!"

Chu Feng's displayed killing intent was indeed strong, but he didn't actually intend to kill. He was merely creating a temporary deterrent and frightening them, wanting to see Ying Zhexian's true reaction—whether she would bow her head and beg for mercy, asking him to spare her.

However, Ying Zhexian remained quiet. Even as crystalline beads of blood continually slipped from her pale forehead, staining her exquisitely flawless face, she showed no agitation.

In fact, when she looked at Chu Feng, there was a sense of relief, and by the very end, a touch of desolation.

"I'm sorry. Go ahead," Ying Zhexian said.

Chu Feng frowned. He had always thought Ying Zhexian was profoundly calculating. Was she truly composed and fearless of death now, or had she seen through his intention to hold back?

He was too lazy to test her further and didn't want to examine her soul-light. Since she had made her decision, and they would be strangers from now on, why bother with such things?

He prepared to withdraw his hand.

"Chu Feng, what exactly do you want? Are you going to marry my sister and sister, or not? I've already backed myself to the edge of a cliff, are you still going to push me?" Ying Wudi panted, his eyes red, shouting the question.

Chu Feng glanced at him without speaking, then looked directly at the renowned senior from the Quasi-Immortal race, a powerful female Divine King.

"And her, too, come over here," Chu Feng said.

Ying Wudi was completely petrified, his eyes wide. He practically dug at his ears, wondering if he had misheard.

Or perhaps, Chu Feng was truly depraved and had gone insane?

Ying Xiaoxiao was also speechless, her large eyes wide and round, her small mouth agape in an 'O' shape, looking somewhat bewildered.

Even Ying Zhexian was stunned, staring blankly at Chu Feng.

"You beast! You're not even sparing my great-aunt!" Ying Wudi yelled.

The old woman, the Divine King of the Quasi-Immortal race, nearly jumped. She shook her head vigorously, making sure she hadn't misheard. She wanted to kill Ying Wudi for shouting such nonsense.

Then she looked at Chu Feng again and found that he was indeed beckoning her to come over.

The old woman had a look as if she had seen a ghost. She prided herself on being a beauty in her youth, and even with white hair now, she was still graceful. But to be flirted with like this by a junior was too much, too disgraceful, absolutely unacceptable.

"What are you thinking? Come over here!" With a wave of his hand, Chu Feng unleashed the genuine Seven Treasures Divine Art. A rainbow light swept forth, brushing away everything in its path. With a whoosh, the old woman was captured alive and brought into his grasp.

"Even if I'm a Great Divine King, I won't submit!" the old woman cried out.

With a "bang," Chu Feng directly slapped her, knocking her unconscious instantly.

"You come over too!" Chu Feng then turned his attention to Ying Wudi, sending out a divine rainbow that instantly pulled him close.

"What?!" Ying Wudi shouted, also caught off guard. For a moment, he was utterly flustered.

Chu Feng ignored him and instead raised his hand, sweeping it over the old woman's head. Beams of light surged forth as he first acted upon her.

At the same moment, he was operating the Quasi-Immortal race's breathing technique, white mist exhaling from his mouth and nose. His entire body blurred, as if a celestial immortal had descended.

Before leaving the Lesser Netherworld, Chu Feng had visited the secret vaults of various races, thoroughly studying the ancient texts of the top ten races and mastering multiple breathing techniques.

Unfortunately, compared to the Greater Yang Realm, these were all incomplete techniques, only effective up to the Illumination and Divine King realms.

Otherwise, with the breathing techniques of the Dao, Buddhist, Quasi-Immortal, and Primeval Demon races all integrated into one, if he practiced them consistently, he would definitely be invincible in the future.

No one had ever managed to master so many ultimate breathing techniques.

But for now, it was enough. He used the Quasi-Immortal race's own breathing technique to erase and alter parts of the old woman's memory without leaving any traces.

This was a decision he had made earlier. For Ying Xiaoxiao's sake, he couldn't go on a killing spree among her kin. He merely wanted to erase parts of their memories.

Because he absolutely could not reveal his identity right now. In any case, he had to wait until after he left. He still had more opportunities to seize.

Instantly, the old woman rolled her eyes. Her memories of this secret realm were erased and then altered. Chu Feng didn't want her to "talk nonsense" after leaving.

Ying Wudi instantly understood what Chu Feng intended. He hadn't meant to kill his sister just now; it was merely intimidation and a way to erase certain memories.

Ying Xiaoxiao pleaded, "Brother Chu, I truly don't want to lose this memory. We met after such a long time, and I want to remember today. Otherwise, I'll return to square one, with no memory of you in the Greater Yang Realm."

Chu Feng replied, "Your memories won't be erased. Instead, they will be preserved deep within your sea of consciousness. The next time we meet again, you will recall everything."

Then, as if remembering something, he took out a fruit from his person. It was radiant and dazzling, exuding an alluring fragrance, while also adorned with intricate Dao patterns swirling around it.

"This is..." The old woman, at an inopportune moment, opened her eyes. Upon seeing the fruit, she was utterly shocked. She felt her mind tremble, her entire body convulsing as if about to ascend.

What did she see? A bloodline fruit related to the Immortal race! It was identical to what was described in historical records!

The Quasi-Immortal race, as the name suggested, was related to the Immortal race, rumored to be their descendants left behind in the Greater Yang Realm.

This kind of fruit could allow the Quasi-Immortal race to return to their origins, reshaping their blood and soul. Though it was said to transform them into "Exotic Desolation Quasi-Immortals," some speculated it was actually a transformation towards the bloodline of the ancient Immortal race.

Where did Chu Feng get this? And he intended to give such a fruit to Ying Xiaoxiao?

The old woman was completely bewildered and shocked. Ying Zhexian and Ying Wudi were equally stunned, having learned what the fruit was from the old woman. Such a fruit was of immense significance.

"Not long ago," the old woman said, her voice trembling, "there was a rumor that the descendant of the Martial Lunatic went to harvest a fortune left by Li, suspected to be this very bloodline fruit. They never returned, dying overseas, and now it's in your hands!"

The old woman's voice trembled.

"What a hassle. Just pass out and don't wake up for a while," Chu Feng said, giving her another slap, this time with more force, and altering her memory once more.

Both Ying Zhexian and Ying Wudi were inexplicably startled and impressed. Since entering the Greater Yang Realm, Chu Feng had been too strong. He had sought trouble with the Martial Lunatic's descendant long ago.

It seemed, then, that he had successfully intercepted and killed the Martial Lunatic's descendant, a Three-Turn Absolute King, even before this.

Chu Feng directly made Ying Xiaoxiao consume it.

Ying Xiaoxiao was somewhat dazed, still not fully having come to her senses.

Chu Feng decisively assisted, bringing it to her lips, touching her red mouth, and beginning to help her refine it into her body.

It was impossible to fully refine this immediately. Absorbing a bloodline fruit would take at least three days and three nights, and there simply wasn't enough time.

Chu Feng directly sealed the fruit's medicinal properties deep within her flesh and blood. This was an unconventional absorption method, ensuring that over the next few months to a year, the effects would gradually release, allowing her to slowly transform without intense reactions, completing the process unconsciously.

"Where are they? Where's the envoy?"

At that moment, shouts came from afar. Some people were rapidly approaching. An old Divine King from the Nine-Headed Bird race had entered, searching for the envoy from the heavens.

Earlier, Chi Feng had fled due to intense unease, escaping the area ahead of time. After getting out, he reported that there might be danger in the secret realm.

As a result, the old Divine King of his race summoned various groups, including the Silver Dragon race and the Golden-Winged Yaksha race, who all entered, hoping to make a good impression before the envoy.

Now, they didn't even know the envoy was dead.

"Hmm, what's going on?" Someone, very perceptive, saw the collapsed mountain ranges and the residual blood on the ground, feeling a sense of dread.

These people were all experts; after all, only strong individuals dared to enter a Divine King secret realm. Most of them were Divine Kings, numbering between ten and twenty.

They were considered the elder generation's powerhouses from various races, renowned figures with extremely high status and standing.

Celestials typically focused on cultivation, their lifespans not particularly abundant, while Great Sages often remained in seclusion for years, rarely appearing.

Only Divine Kings were relatively active, already considered high-tier combatants.

At the same time, these people also saw the old woman of the Quasi-Immortal race lying on the ground, as if prostrate at Chu Feng's feet.

"Cao De, what have you done?!" someone roared. It was a Silver Dragon King.

"No, this Cao De is very dangerous! He has a Divine King aura!"

"Hmm, why is a lightning waterfall falling on his head? Heavens, what kind of lightning tribulation is that? It's too vast!"

Some people exclaimed.

The veteran Divine King of the Nine-Headed Bird race shouted, "This Cao De is strange. He has killing intent towards us. Let's unite against him! I suspect the envoy has been killed. This Cao De isn't a Great Saint; he has a special background. Never mind that, let's work together to take him down for our own safety!"

However, before the old Divine King of the Nine-Headed Bird race could say more, a silver metal ring flew through the void. It was the Vajra Bracelet, wreathed in Dao symbols, seemingly tearing through space as it arrived in an instant.

The old Divine King of the Nine-Headed Bird race quickly dodged, but the Vajra Bracelet followed like a shadow, like a silver bolt of lightning. Its speed was too great; he couldn't evade it.

"How dare you challenge so many of us Divine Kings?!" someone beside him roared.

However, at that moment, the old Divine King of the Nine-Headed Bird race's shriek also rang out. Blood spurted as he was instantly struck by the Vajra Bracelet, exploding on the spot, his body and spirit utterly destroyed.

Then, the Vajra Bracelet spun, not returning, but instead crashing towards the other Divine Kings.

Bang, bang, bang!

The Divine Kings on the scene were terrified, because in an instant, three Divine Kings were successively struck, each turning into a mist of blood and completely dying.

"Run!"

"What realm is this? Is he still a Divine King?"

"Could it be a Great Divine King?"

Some people shouted.

At the same time, they were bewildered. Wasn't that Cao De a Great Saint? How did he become a Great Divine King?

"Bind!"

Chu Feng commanded.

The gleaming white Vajra Bracelet glowed, rapidly expanding to cover the heavens and earth, encompassing and trapping everyone who had rushed in all directions.

Then it rapidly contracted. All eighteen experts, most of whom were Divine Kings, failed to escape and nothing could stop them. They were tightly bound within the Vajra Bracelet.

With a wave of Chu Feng's hand, the Vajra Bracelet shrank to its normal size. The group screamed. Amidst the blinding silver light and the brilliant Dao symbols, their bones snapped and muscles tore, then they disintegrated into pieces, their blood and bones shattering, and finally, their bodies and spirits perished.

Ying Wudi was profoundly shocked. Witnessing this scene firsthand, his heart pounded, and his entire body stiffened. Chu Feng had merely flicked his hand, unleashing the Vajra Bracelet, and directly annihilated all the Divine Kings.

Beside him, Ying Zhexian was also stunned. Since when had Chu Feng become so powerful?

He had intercepted and killed the descendant of the Martial Lunatic, seized his fortune, taken all the bloodline fruits, and given them to her younger sister. And now, he had merely activated a bracelet to wipe out a group of Divine Kings.

Was this Vajra Bracelet truly destined to become an ultimate artifact in the future?

However, Ying Zhexian was certain that Chu Feng himself was even more powerful.

At this moment, Chu Feng was surprised. Chi Feng hadn't come in and had escaped yet another calamity.

"Hmm, two envoys were in conflict. Their decisive battle caused this secret realm to collapse, leading to many deaths. Let's leave it at that," Chu Feng said, defining the nature of the event.

He was in a hurry and planned to make a grand move, intending to plunder all the secret realms on this battlefield. He hoped to visit them all in the shortest possible time.