Chapter 228: Obtaining

The soil in the fifth terraced field glowed brilliantly, and lush green plants grew there, making Chu Feng’s heart leap again. He had truly developed a psychological phobia from the explosions.

As expected, with a boom, lightning still erupted. From beneath the soil, sweet potatoes emerged one after another, whooshing out and transforming into silver lightning, fiercely striking and exploding everywhere.

His skin was lacerated, his hair stood on end, and many parts of his body were scorched black. Electric arcs surged through every inch of his skin; he was severely electrocuted.

If he hadn't become a king-level being with astonishing energy born within him, an ordinary flesh-and-blood body would have shattered and turned to ashes long ago.

"This is just too unlucky!"

The area was a crisscross of silver light, with sweet potatoes flying everywhere, blasting Chu Feng until he lost his temper and was utterly speechless.

All he wanted to do now was curse. What kind of situation was this? Had even eggplants, tomatoes, and sweet potatoes become spirits? Such indiscriminate blasting was unbearable, even for someone as powerful as him.

If he survived, he'd probably be laughed at if he ever spoke of today's experience—almost being blown to death by sweet potatoes. No one else could be so humiliated.

Enduring the pain, Chu Feng once again used his mental energy to lift himself, swaying precariously as he rose from the ground, hoping to escape the fifth terraced field.

During this process, sweet potatoes leaped and crackled as they struck him. The suffering was unimaginable to outsiders; he felt as though he was being cooked alive by electricity.

He clearly smelled the scent of cooked meat, but it wasn't Schiller's—it was emanating from himself.

For a moment, his conviction wavered: Was he now facing retribution for frequently roasting king-level beings?

Finally, he broke free from the fifth terraced field, landing with a thump on the mountain slope higher up. He lay there for a long time, unable to get up.

"I escaped?!" Chu Feng was filled with joy. He lay on the ground, not wanting to move at all, greedily taking large breaths of fresh air.

At that moment, the faint scent of earth and plants filled his nostrils, and he felt more comfortable than ever before.

Chu Feng immediately activated his breathing technique. His body crackled incessantly because the electric arcs were still there, not yet fully discharged, and were darting around inside him.

Many parts of his body were numb, almost cooked through.

Fortunately, the breathing technique had a miraculous effect on his injuries, quickly suppressing them, alleviating the pain, and allowing the energy within his body to begin repairing the damaged parts.

A moment later, he sat up and gazed down at the terraced fields below, his brows deeply furrowed. There, purple-gold eggplants, emerald-green cucumbers, crimson tomatoes, golden pumpkins, and silver sweet potatoes were merrily jumping, amidst dense lightning.

He could now see that they were rare and strange crops. The plants themselves were real, but their fruits were formed from lightning.

He wanted to curse loudly, thinking that the ancient great beings had a truly twisted sense of humor, tormenting their descendants with fruits and vegetables, and in such a deadly manner.

These plants were very special; they could gather lightning and form thunder-fruits, which hung on the plants with astonishing power.

He estimated that this was not their strongest power yet. As the world recovered, these plants would likely become even more astonishing, forming five fields of pure lightning.

"A legacy?!"

Chu Feng heard the yellow ox's telepathic message and also saw a stone tablet in this safe zone, which indeed had a similar message.

"It contains lightning techniques?"

The stone tablet bore inscriptions, informing descendants that only those who could withstand the lightning and survive would obtain the Heavenly Master's Demon Subduing Art.

"Ancient Heavenly Masters often used lightning to suppress demons. Is this what the so-called Demon Subduing Art refers to?"

He frowned, staring at the text behind the stone tablet. It surprisingly stated that one must be within the terraced fields, silently comprehending the power of lightning, to obtain the legacy.

He had just escaped; now he had to venture back into that death trap?

Chu Feng sat cross-legged there, using his breathing technique to recover from his injuries. At the same time, he gazed down, searching for Schiller. The most important thing now was still to eliminate that old fellow.

The other party hadn't come up. Had he been struck dead by lightning?

Not seeing Schiller's corpse made him uneasy; that was a ruthless individual, not easily killed.

"Could this madman have coincidentally uncovered the secret and be comprehending the Demon Subduing Art?" Chu Feng was startled.

With a whoosh, he couldn't sit still. He used his mental energy to lift himself into the air, looking down, and indeed saw something unusual.

In the terraced field with the golden pumpkins, a hazy light formed. Schiller sat there cross-legged, unmoving, almost turned into a lump of charcoal, yet he wasn't dead.

At this point, the lightning no longer struck him directly but transformed into a curtain of light, enveloping him.

"Is this old monster going to defy the heavens?!" Chu Feng was astonished, then a wave of nervousness washed over him. If Schiller wasn't dead and also obtained the Demon Subduing Art here, the trouble would be immense.

With a whoosh, he braced himself and plunged down, once again enduring the chaotic lightning strikes. He reached the field where Schiller was located and unleashed his flying sword, hacking forward.

The curtain of light was incredibly hard, like metal. When the flying sword struck it, sparks flew, but it did not break open.

At the same time, Chu Feng noticed Schiller's condition: he had lost his right hand, and his left hand was now resting on a pumpkin seedling, as if he were silently comprehending something. Although his face was scorched black, he looked very content.

Chu Feng tried several times, continuously attacking, but he simply couldn't break through the light curtain. With a whoosh, he left, enduring the severe pain from the lightning strikes, and arrived at the first terraced field. He also sat down cross-legged, wanting to try and comprehend.

It was a torment. His body was in excruciating pain, enveloped by purple lightning, almost as if his physical form would be pierced through.

He didn't know how Schiller had managed it—perhaps it was an accident, or perhaps Schiller was truly remarkable with astonishing comprehension. Chu Feng felt a sense of urgency.

He grasped an eggplant seedling with his left hand. The joints in his body crackled, as if being tempered by lightning, and it genuinely had an effect.

This was because after breaking the fourth genetic lock, his left hand could generate lightning, which now played an astonishing catalytic role in his comprehension.

Wisps of patterns emerged, blossoming from the eggplant seedling and taking shape in his palm.

"Is this the Demon Subduing Art?" Chu Feng asked, surprised.

Legend had it that ancient Heavenly Masters, when subduing demons and devils, liked to use talismans, throwing them to summon lightning and other forces.

Could these be talismans? Chu Feng wondered.

However, it was clearly different from the rumors. He didn't need to draw any talismans himself; these patterns emerged in his left palm, converging into an imprint.

When he raised his hand, his palm directly unleashed a bolt of lightning, striking far away and causing earth and stone to crack open.

He was surprised to find that, at some unknown point, the electrical energy in this field had stopped attacking him and had become gentle.

"This easy?" Chu Feng's expression was peculiar.

Holding the eggplant seedling, he captured wisps of patterns, and when he tried to construct them, they appeared in his palm. He didn't actually understand the principle behind it.

Was this what was meant by "comprehension"? He seriously doubted it.

However, Chu Feng disregarded these thoughts. He grasped another eggplant seedling to check if it contained different patterns.

He found that all the seedlings in this field were the same, containing the identical pattern, which clearly appeared in his left palm.

With a whoosh, Chu Feng leaped onto the second terraced field. Soon, he obtained another pattern from a cucumber seedling, making the imprint in his left palm a bit more complex.

"This is too fast, isn't it?!"

In fact, if the yellow ox were there, it could naturally explain his confusion. His ability to comprehend so quickly was entirely due to acquiring the power to generate lightning when he broke his fourth genetic lock.

Following that, everything went surprisingly smoothly. He continuously obtained patterns, and a peculiar lightning symbol formed in his left palm.

When he didn't use it, there was nothing there, but once he tried to activate the electrical energy, the symbol would appear brilliantly.

"This has multiplied my electricity control ability several times over!" Chu Feng was astonished.

Now, if his left hand condensed lightning, it would be significantly more powerful than before, with its might doubled. Against an ordinary king-level being, it would very likely be a one-hit kill!

"This is just the beginning, and the power of lightning has already doubled. This is insane." Chu Feng was deeply shaken, realizing that the Heavenly Master's Demon Subduing Art was indeed extraordinary.

In ancient times, anomalies feared lightning the most, so it was no exaggeration to call this technique the Demon Subduing Art.

In the distance, Schiller was both startled and enraged. He had just finished comprehending the lightning patterns in the pumpkin field when all the electrical energy vanished, leaving him regretful and alarmed.

Now, the other four fields had returned to normal, with no more lightning.

"You've obtained the complete legacy?!" He was extremely unwilling, staring at Chu Feng.

"Go to hell!" Chu Feng shouted. Although his body was scorched black and covered in many scars, he was far stronger than Schiller, who was already half-crippled.

His left palm glowed, and the lightning symbol appeared. A dazzling beam of light shot out, blasting towards Schiller; it was much faster than his flying sword.

Schiller was both shocked and enraged. He understood now: the other party had completely obtained the Dragon Tiger Mountain's Demon Subduing Art, which was absolutely dreadful for him.

He had guessed that this so-called Demon Subduing Art was a trial, and only by comprehending this challenge and acquiring this secret transmission would it be possible to claim Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Schiller counterattacked. Naturally, he wouldn't sit idly by and wait for death; even if heavily wounded and on the verge of death, he wanted to fight with all his might.

As they began to fight, the area collapsed. The five terraced fields inexplicably sank, and all the crops withered.

Boom!

Earth and stone cracked open, revealing a large pit in the area. Many broken ancient weapons and skeletons were exposed.

Chu Feng was surprised; beneath these five terraced fields lay many large anomalous skeletons, which, according to the ancients, were naturally those of demons.

"How is this possible?!"

Schiller saw some human remains and widened his eyes in astonishment, his face filled with shock, because he recognized some Western armor.

It was Holy Armor, belonging to the Papal Knights, and it was now in tatters.

How many years ago did these ancient people live? Schiller was too shocked to speak.

"Hm?!" Suddenly, he saw a skeleton that was still emitting a faint glow. That was undoubtedly the remains of a knight far more powerful than himself.

Suddenly, his pupils widened, and he almost trembled.

Because the tattered armor on this incredibly powerful knight was a product from the era when saints appeared in the Papacy—it was over two thousand years old.

Had the Papacy really launched an Eastern Crusade over two thousand years ago, during the time of saints? This overturned his understanding; even someone as powerful as Schiller was unaware of this ancient event.

"Die!"

Chu Feng attacked again, unleashing lightning.

Schiller dared not confront him directly. He felt that if he were truly struck, he would most likely die; his condition was too poor at that moment.

He rushed towards the remains of the powerful knight. There was a sword hilt there, with a three-inch broken blade, emitting a silvery-white glow.

He suspected it was the remnant of an ancient, supremely powerful weapon!

He decided to gamble. Fighting Chu Feng would surely lead to his death, and he couldn't escape now because his condition was at its worst.

However, if that sword hilt was truly a legendary, supremely powerful weapon, it might be able to turn the tide of battle.

Schiller was very fast. He grabbed the sword hilt, turned to face Chu Feng, and clashed head-on with him.

He was struck by lightning, and with a muffled sound, his lower body exploded.

At the same time, Chu Feng unleashed his flying sword, severing Schiller's head, and a spray of blood erupted from the wound.