Chapter 266: Heaven and Earth Change Again

With a single roar, the mountaintop trembled, the purple bamboo forest rustled, and leaves continuously drifted down. Meanwhile, the Peacock clan expert disintegrated in mid-air!

Chu Feng appeared cloaked in a robe woven from sunlight, shimmering with countless rays. Staring directly at him would cause one's eyes to ache from the intensity.

“Chu Feng, please stop!” The remaining Peacock clan members turned pale at this moment.

The golden ripples that surged from Chu Feng's mouth earlier were not aimed at them, yet even so, they nearly collapsed to the ground, their bodies instinctively trembling slightly.

Chu Feng stopped and looked at them calmly, but his presence still exerted unbearable pressure, as if they were facing a composed demon god.

“Our king did not harm your parents; he merely happened to be at Yunluo Mountain and did not intend to murder your family,” the young Peacock clan quasi-king said, his face pale.

“Merely happened to be there? That’s too convenient. The people of Yunluo Mountain set up a killing trap using my parents as bait, and the Peacock King appeared there – that’s enough!” Chu Feng raised his right hand, which glowed with an ethereal luster, ready to strike forward.

Instantly, the mountaintop quivered, creating an oppressive atmosphere that felt suffocating.

“If you are truly a figure of importance, an upright hero, then go and fight our king – provided you have enough confidence!” The Peacock clan’s quasi-king said, steeling himself and maintaining composure, knowing there was no escape unless this demon king chose to stop.

“Filial piety is the foremost of all virtues. I am a kind person and will never allow anyone to target my parents. As for 'upright hero,' that can wait. Are you trying to provoke me into killing you? Because you are!” Chu Feng's expression was indifferent, and without hesitation, he pressed his luminous palm forward. With a bang, the quasi-king was sent flying, spitting blood, and instantly died.

The remaining Peacock clan experts felt their scalps prickle with a mix of shock, anger, and fear. This person was clearly determined to annihilate them.

Behind them, the people of Bodhi Gene exchanged strange glances. This 'demon king' claimed to be kind, yet he killed with a mere lift of his hand!

“Venerable Monk, save us!” The remaining Peacock clan members dared not unfurl their wings to flee, instead looking towards the gaunt old monk with a faint golden glow on his skin.

The old monk was over a hundred years old, reputed to be one of Sakyamuni's disciples, and the strongest king of Bodhi Gene.

“Amitabha.” The old monk recited a Buddhist chant, and the faint golden light on his body intensified.

Chu Feng turned to face the old monk and said, “Someone dared to harm my parents. I am here to eliminate future troubles. If you try to stop me, that will be a declaration of war against me!”

The old monk indeed possessed compassion, but if he were to truly interfere and enrage this demon king, all the awakened beings of Bodhi Gene would pay the price.

He understood Chu Feng’s resolve: despite knowing that the Peacock King was formidable and rumored to be invincible, Chu Feng was still determined to confront his clan and kill them as a warning.

The old monk knew that if Chu Feng forcefully carried out the killings this time, and then withstood the Peacock King's wrath, safely overcoming this ordeal, no one would ever dare to touch his family again.

Such a demon king, capable of killing even the invincible Peacock King's clan members in a fit of rage—who wouldn't be intimidated?

“King Chu, you are too overbearing.” Another magnificent ancient temple opened, and two figures emerged from its courtyard.

The one who spoke was a black-haired man with eerie eyes, as if veiled by a faint dark mist. He was entirely clad in black.

Beside him stood a woman with light golden long hair, emerald-like eyes, and furry ears, resembling a cat demon.

Upon seeing the two, Chu Feng speculated they might be members of the Golden Crow King's and Nine-Life Cat King's clans.

He merely glanced at them, then immediately moved to strike the remaining three Peacock clan experts. With a resounding boom, his punch unleashed a surge of divine light that enveloped an area of a hundred meters.

Bang, bang, bang! The last three were sent flying like rag dolls, their lives ending with a mixture of hatred and unwillingness.

The scene fell silent.

Chu Feng said coldly, “What do you mean by overbearing? In the past, the Peacock clan repeatedly sent experts to Huntian to kill me. And when I first arrived at Kunlun, Peacock clan experts sought out King Woodpecker to kill me, for no reason other than my refusal to grovel before them. That is truly overbearing. Today, I am here to settle a grudge and hold the Peacock King accountable. If you consider this overbearing, then so be it.”

The black-clad man was indeed a member of the Golden Crow King's clan, though far removed from the direct Golden Crow bloodline. He was an awakened crow that had transformed into human form, now a quasi-king.

His gaze was chilling as he said, “King Chu, you are considered a formidable expert, yet your actions are far too reckless. You should know that no one is truly invincible.”

Chu Feng replied, “Although the Golden Crow King also traveled south from Mount Tai this time, intending to attack me, he did not target my parents. Therefore, even though I have arrived at Mount Putuo today, I will not target your clan. If I kill, I will kill your king. Behave yourselves.”

At these words, even the old monk of Bodhi Gene pressed his palms together and recited a Buddhist chant. Chu Feng was too formidable; even the Golden Crow King was a target of his hunt.

As for the other awakened beings, their hearts trembled, and they vowed never to become enemies with this demon-like man in their lifetime.

The young man in black had a cold gaze. Witnessing the deaths of the Peacock clan members before his eyes, he felt frustrated but dared not intervene.

He addressed Chu Feng directly by name, saying coldly, “Chu Feng, you should know that the Golden Crow King, the Peacock King, and the Nine-Life Cat King are all closely connected. If you act so overbearingly today, be careful of the consequences in the future.”

Chu Feng abruptly turned, staring him down with an intimidating aura, and said, “I said I wouldn't target the Golden Crow clan this time, but that's not a promise, nor is it a protective charm for you. A mere quasi-king like you dares to speak with threats and act presumptuously in front of me? You’re asking for death!”

Chu Feng formed a fist and smashed it forward. “You, argh!” The black-clad man cried out, attempting to flee. He had just transformed into a crow and spread his wings to fly skyward when he was struck down again. His eyes filled with fear and regret, gradually losing focus as his crow body was torn into pieces.

Some blood splattered onto the golden-haired cat clan woman, causing her to shriek and quickly retreat, fearing that Chu Feng would kill her as well.

Before the thousand-year-old temple, the resonant sound of bells and the chanting of monks echoed, yet they could not mask the air of grim resolve that permeated the area.

Chu Feng strode towards the Peacock clan's gathering place. Behind the clusters of ancient temples lay a purple bamboo forest, imbued with spiritual energy, suitable for avian creatures to inhabit.

However, the area was already empty, with only the few peacocks from earlier remaining; the rest had long since fled.

Chu Feng said nothing. Reaching this point was enough to convey his stance.

If he were to completely annihilate the Peacock clan before killing the Peacock King, the king would undoubtedly go mad and retaliate at any cost.

Chu Feng turned back to face the Bodhi Gene members, then looked at the golden-bodied old monk and asked, “I want to know if Bodhi Gene participated when I was surrounded and hunted by the kings.”

His sharp demeanor and the aura of a peerless expert permeated the air, causing all the surrounding awakened beings to tremble, nearly collapsing to the ground.

At this moment, Jiang Luoshen, standing behind, also turned pale and felt waves of unease, experiencing for the first time the overwhelming power and terrifying nature of this acquaintance.

He killed members of the Peacock King and Golden Crow King's clans without hesitation—what else would he not dare to do? Jiang Luoshen had originally intended to speak, but now her red lips were slightly parted, uttering nothing.

She suspected that if she stepped forward and said too much, she might also be suppressed and killed with a single punch!

“Bodhi Gene did not hunt Benefactor, and it is regrettable that we could not offer aid,” the old monk stated frankly, his gaze peaceful.

Facing this disciple of Sakyamuni, a golden-bodied old monk over a hundred years old, Chu Feng found that much of his killing intent dissipated, which surprised him.

“If Benefactor does not believe, this old monk can open his sea of consciousness for you to ascertain.”

The mental domain of a king-level being is not easily probed; if the individual is unwilling, it is difficult for others to breach.

The old monk's candidness, offering to fully open his sea of consciousness, moved Chu Feng.

He extended a finger, which glowed faintly, towards the Sakyamuni disciple's glabella. The old monk maintained a peaceful expression and a serene smile, neither dodging nor avoiding.

Just as his finger was about to touch the golden-bodied old monk's glabella, Chu Feng abruptly withdrew it, saying, “I trust you, Master.”

He was certain this was his first encounter with the old monk, and that this Sakyamuni disciple had not been among those who ambushed him. He merely wondered if Bodhi Gene had other hidden masters.

Chu Feng felt a certain goodwill towards the old monk and did not make things difficult for him.

“Are there any high-ranking members of Bodhi Gene present here?!” Chu Feng asked the awakened beings.

He had no goodwill towards the heads of the great conglomerates, as they had been even more ruthless than the mutants during his recent hunt in Jiangxi.

“Yes,” someone finally replied. It was Jiang Luoshen, which somewhat surprised Chu Feng.

Ultimately, several elders were “invited” forward. Chu Feng showed no politeness, his finger glowing as he pointed it at their glabellas.

The elders' expressions were extremely grim, but they cooperated.

Chu Feng hypnotized them, probing their subconscious minds to see if any harbored ill intentions toward him.

In the end, Chu Feng found nothing and apologized to them.

“For now, I trust Bodhi Gene.” Hearing these words, the crowd felt a complex mix of emotions, but many awakened beings finally let out a sigh of relief.

They had truly feared that their high-ranking members might have targeted Chu Feng, and if discovered, the demon king Chu Feng would undoubtedly go on a rampage and cleanse Bodhi Gene with blood today.

However, people also understood that Chu Feng had not fully trusted Bodhi Gene; his unpleasant experience of being hunted by conglomerates left him with no goodwill.

Atop the mountain stood the oldest temple; every brick and tile exuded antiquity, bearing the marks of time, as if it had endured vast geological changes over ancient epochs.

It was very old, appearing as if it could collapse at any moment, yet it was the focal point of the entire architectural complex.

Chu Feng stood inside the temple, gazing at the divine statue, remaining motionless for a long time.

Under the setting sun, beside the ancient temple, there was also a bronze hall with a large bell suspended within, tolling softly.

Chu Feng finally emerged, strolling gently amidst the red twilight and ancient temples.

He felt exceptionally peaceful, his mind serene, free from joy or sorrow. He temporarily set everything aside, cleansing the last vestiges of malevolence from his heart amidst the bell chimes and twilight.

He sighed softly. In the past two days, his killing intent had been too heavy; traversing thousands of miles, he had slain the Black Serpent, killed numerous kings, annihilated the Cyan Wolf clan, and eradicated the Peacock clan. A fierce aura had surged continuously within him.

Only now did he quiet down.

Inside the temple, he listened to the monks chanting scriptures and the booming of the thousand-year-old temple bell, purifying his mind and dispelling all malevolence.

He pondered carefully. Ever since he began practicing Xingyi Quan, he had been focused on refining his fist intent, killing enemies in all directions, which had caused his killing aura to accumulate and intensify.

“It seems I need to pay attention,” Chu Feng murmured, realizing the issue. “Kill enemies when necessary, then move on, but I cannot allow malevolence to linger within me.”

In battle, one can be overwhelming, but ordinarily, one should maintain a tranquil and peaceful state of mind; otherwise, one truly becomes like a demon.

“Tai Chi takes ten years to master, Xingyi kills in one. There's some truth to that,” Chu Feng mused.

He felt that the recent surge in his killing intent might also be related to the martial art he practiced, as Xingyi Quan was inherently designed for combat and killing.

Amidst the twilight, the golden-bodied old monk slowly approached. His dharma name was Qianjia, and he was the senior brother of Qianye, the Sakyamuni disciple who once fought the White Snake in the Taihang Mountains.

“I possess a Golden Arhat Breathing Technique.” In the setting sun, Qianjia's body glowed, truly resembling a golden arhat, majestic and solemn, with his palms pressed together.

Chu Feng was surprised. Why was the old monk telling him this?

He soon understood: Qianjia was actually inviting him to join Bodhi Gene. If Chu Feng was willing to convert to Mount Putuo, he could obtain the Golden Arhat Breathing Technique.

Chu Feng found it both amusing and exasperating. How could this kind-faced old monk harbor such thoughts and ideas, trying to make him shave his head and become a monk?

“Master Qianjia, I am still young. I wish to freely enjoy this vibrant world and its worldly affairs for another five hundred years. I do not wish to become a monk or be ordained.”

“Amitabha.” Qianjia recited a Buddhist chant, used his divine sense to scan the surroundings, then whispered that he had sensed a Buddhist charm from Chu Feng and asked if the peerless breathing technique he mastered was related to Buddhism.

Qianjia stated directly that as the world transformed, beings from other worlds would eventually descend. If Chu Feng possessed a Bodhisattva-level breathing technique, he would have a great opportunity, perhaps even being taken to another world to cultivate supreme marvelous techniques in Buddhist holy lands.

The prerequisite was that Chu Feng must convert to Buddhism. Qianjia expressed willingness to guide him, explain scriptures daily, and help him build a foundation.

Chu Feng heard this but remained unmoved. Beings from other worlds were risking their lives to descend upon this one; what reason did he have to leave?

“Earth has sacred trees and immense fortune, but it lacks proper cultivation methods. What is currently circulating is too rudimentary. Ultimately, one needs to enter other worlds to seek scriptures,” Qianjia said.

Chu Feng was intrigued. He had also heard the Yellow Ox speak of the glory of other great realms—how truly splendid they were, with divine sons roaming, celestial maidens soaring, and Bodhisattvas shaking the world, making them places to aspire to.

If he had the chance, he would definitely go and see. Chu Feng said, “I'll consider it after I've explored all the fortunes within these famous mountains and great rivers.”

The old monk was speechless. This Benefactor was truly greedy.

“Alright, from now on, the Peacock clan's territory is mine, and Mount Putuo is partly mine!” Chu Feng declared.

Qianjia was speechless. This person was acting like a bandit, and he had wanted to invite him into Buddhism. With such a temperament, it truly seemed unsuitable.

Chu Feng dispelled his malevolence, and his heart was filled with peace, naturally feeling much lighter.

Next, he searched the entire mountaintop, digging beneath the Bodhi tree, which was as thick as a water vat, genuinely frightening many members of Bodhi Gene.

“Chu Feng, are you going to dig up this ancient tree?!” Jiang Luoshen appeared, clearly uncomfortable. Previously, she hadn't cared much, but after witnessing his rampage today, she no longer dared to tease him.

“Just taking a look.” Chu Feng stood up. He had seen that the soil underground was three-colored anomalous earth, similar to that of Mount Tai, which likely wouldn't be effective for his current seeds.

It would take time; only when Mount Putuo fully recovered and its spiritual energy was more abundant could he plant the seeds from the stone box.

“Mount Putuo can't just have this much fortune, can it?” Chu Feng asked.

Whether it was Mount Fengchan or Kunlun Mountain, though parts were occupied by various kings, there were still more mysterious, inaccessible areas. And Dragon-Tiger Mountain was also exceptionally dangerous.

“Over there,” Qianjia pointed towards the back of the mountain.

“Hmm?” Chu Feng was surprised.

“You can only catch a glimpse at sunrise and sunset,” Qianjia said.

In the setting sun, Chu Feng saw a much larger mountain range faintly appearing behind Mount Putuo, only its outline visible, unable to discern what was on it clearly.

“Can't one ascend it?” Chu Feng asked.

“No, one cannot,” the old monk shook his head.

Before the sun disappeared, the mysterious mountain vanished first, but at that moment, specks of golden light scattered from it.

The old monk softly exclaimed, inhaling and exhaling the essence of heaven and earth. He unleashed his physical energy, doing his utmost to draw in the golden light.

Seeing this, Chu Feng also attempted to draw it in.

Finally, a golden Bodhi leaf flew towards them, imbued with vibrant life essence, landing in Chu Feng's hand. A trace of blood stained the leaf!

“What's going on?” He was greatly astonished.

Qianjia was also deeply moved, saying, “This old monk has previously received a few golden Bodhi leaves, but never with bloodstains.”

“How interesting,” Chu Feng murmured, staring at the void. Were there beings on that mountain transmitting messages outward?

His mind raced with countless thoughts. If the world were to transform again, and such a Buddhist mountain were to emerge, it would be difficult to say whether it brought fortune or something else.

In an instant, Chu Feng became alert. Everyone had always eagerly anticipated another world transformation, hoping for its early arrival, waiting for opportunities, and competing for even more astonishing sacred fruits. No one had ever considered the negative possibilities, that there might be hidden dangers within.

“Huh, snowflakes? It’s snowing?!”

Chu Feng was startled and abruptly looked up.

In the sky, large flakes of snow drifted down, quickly covering the mountaintop in silver-white.

What was happening? Ever since the world's transformation, regardless of the season, all places had been warm like spring, vibrant with life, with no more harsh winters.

This evening, such an eerie event was actually occurring!

Chu Feng realized that the world was beginning to transform again, and this day had arrived abruptly!