Chapter 419: Worried About Being Struck by Lightning

In outer space, Yang Xuan couldn't sit still. In his view, this was simply a self-inflicted disaster, creating a fake Chosen One for no reason, and then, to make matters worse, letting him scam his cousin.

If this news reached the brilliant and prosperous Star Sea and was heard by his aristocratic friends or known by the princes and noblewomen, he would be laughed to death!

He felt hot all over, pacing back and forth in the void. The thought of their astonished, then roaring laughter, made him restless, feeling as if he had thorns in his skin.

At that moment, his face was as black as a pot bottom. Stopping in the void, he decided to find a way to inform his cousin to get rid of that boy!

Qing Lan noticed something was amiss and immediately warned, "Yang Xuan, don't get any ideas. Neither you nor I can interfere here. Even Saints cannot manifest on this planet. After all, it was once ranked eleventh. How many emperors and Bodhisattvas fell here back then? Saintly blood watered all the famous mountains; otherwise, none of this would exist today!"

"No, I have to find a way. I can't interfere with this terrifying planet, but I must get a message to my Saintess cousin. Otherwise, she'll be led into a deep ditch by that fake impostor. This is due to my mistake, and I must correct it," Yang Xuan said.

His expression was grim and unsettled. He was very worried that if his cousin placed her hopes on this fake impostor and made a major decision-making error that became known to her sect, it would jeopardize her status as a Saintess.

The more powerful the Holy Land, the fiercer the competition. Although his cousin possessed extraordinary talent and immense intellect, a major stumble on this declining planet would still severely impact her.

Even though their clan had living Saints and didn't necessarily insist on younger generations becoming Saintesses of other orthodoxies, they certainly didn't wish for her to fail like this.

"No, I won't let you make another mistake," Qing Lan shook her head, determined to stop him. Otherwise, if word got out about this place, he would also face consequences, possibly imprisonment, as he had already been exiled here.

Yang Xuan's expression subtly changed.

Qing Lan suddenly spoke, "Oh, what's that? The secret treasure your cousin finally chose looks a bit familiar."

At Yandang Mountain, there was a lake atop the peak, dense with reeds that formed a marsh. Various spiritual waterfalls and deep pools were countless, and it was historically known as the foremost mountain in the Southeast, acclaimed as a superb wonder of the world.

Yang Shan took out a bronze sword, stained with green rust. It looked very ancient and was not very sharp; its blade was thick, somewhat resembling a blunt weapon—a mace.

Upon seeing it, Yang Xuan nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood. Wasn't that the sword he had given to his Saintess cousin?

At that moment, he felt utterly distraught, as if twenty-five little mice were scurrying inside his chest, his heart and liver trembling uncomfortably. He was completely unwell.

Inside Yandang Mountain's folded space, the scenery was equally beautiful: verdant pine forests and clear springs flowing over rocks. Moreover, bathed in the ethereal energy mist emanating from Saintess Yang Shan's graceful form, it took on a layer of sacred radiance, making it even more ethereal and enchanting.

Yang Lin jogged into the folded space, took the bronze sword, and brought it to Chu Feng.

It felt heavy in his hand; its weight alone far surpassed that of various heavy weapons. It looked very ancient, and Chu Feng tried to wipe off the green rust but failed.

Chu Feng felt that the sword had some significant origin and was quite extraordinary.

When infused with energy, the bronze sword hummed, emitting dazzling streaks of light that shot far into the distance, as if a true dragon had materialized and was about to tear through the sky to escape.

"This sword isn't astounding, but it's not bad. Its strength lies in its sturdiness. It has endured countless ages and many battles without being damaged, and it's favored by cultivators who follow the path of physical sanctification."

Yang Shan smiled as she introduced it. Though veiled, her entire being shimmered with radiance when she smiled, and the sacred glow she emitted became even more splendid, enveloping the mountains and forests.

Chu Feng smiled joyfully, like a blooming flower, unable to close his mouth. He sincerely expressed his gratitude, feeling that this was a true Saintess, generous in her dealings.

He glanced at the Saintess's figure, then at her ample bosom. "Hmm," he thought, "she certainly has a broad mind; no wonder she acts so magnanimously."

Yang Shan caught his furtive gaze. Her smile remained, and she gathered her glowing hair with her hand, her demeanor becoming even more captivating.

"A word of caution for Brother Chu: when you meet Saintesses or Imperial Princesses from other domains, don't let your eyes wander. Some of those ladies can be quite vengeful."

Hearing this, Chu Feng immediately put on a serious face and declared earnestly, "I am not that kind of person; I don't do such things!"

Nearby, Yang Lin muttered to himself, "His eyes were practically glowing with mischief just now, yet he can speak with such righteous indignation. What thick skin! The Chosen One among the natives is indeed an 'extraordinary person'."

One should know that all the divine sons and imperial heirs he had seen before were astonishingly brilliant—some as gentle as a noble gentleman, some as valiant as a force that could swallow mountains and rivers, some as radiant as the sun. All were exceptionally outstanding, noticeable at a glance even in a crowd.

In outer space, Yang Xuan watched Chu Feng smile as brightly as a flower, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he ogled his Saintess cousin. Yang Xuan gritted his teeth and declared, "I'll smack you to death!"

Qing Lan, standing beside him, looked doubtful and said, "That bronze sword looks very familiar to me. Didn't you once have one just like it?"

"You're mistaken!" Yang Xuan denied it with a serious expression.

Yet, secretly, he was wiping sweat. How unlucky! His cherished weapon from back then had actually fallen into that boy's hands?

What had he done? Unintentionally created an impostor, scammed his cousin, and now even scammed him out of his weapon?

On the ground, Yang Shan softly said, "Many have studied this sword, believing it to be extraordinary. Even one of my cousins spent years meticulously examining it, forgetting sleep and food, but found nothing. I haven't discovered any secrets in it either, so I'm giving it to you today."

In outer space, Qing Lan looked at Yang Xuan with a strange expression, her meaning unmistakably clear: *What do you have to say for yourself?*

Yang Xuan's face wasn't just black; black gas was rising from his head. He was practically turning completely dark. He felt chest tightness, dizziness, and ringing in his ears, almost suffering internal injuries from holding it in.

"I'm warning you, don't say a word about this when we get back!" Yang Xuan fiercely threatened Qing Lan. If this got out, his lifelong reputation would be utterly ruined. This was a classic case of digging his own grave.

He could imagine the expressions and smiles of those noblewomen, county princesses, and successors of great sects when discussing this matter. For a long time, he would be too embarrassed to show his face.

Qing Lan smiled quite contentedly, deliberately teasing him, "Have you ever considered that he might actually be a Chosen One among the natives? He certainly looks the part."

Yang Xuan paused for a moment at her words, but quickly shook his head. Based on his deductions, it was extremely difficult for a Chosen One to emerge from the natives of such a declining planet; if one did, it would be a rare miracle.

Nevertheless, he kept looking, and his anger flared up.

That boy's smile truly seemed so despicable. While fiddling with the bronze sword, he was still staring at his cousin. Yang Xuan genuinely wanted to swoop down and smash him to death!

"No, even if it violates the rules, I must find a way to correct this mistake for my cousin. I must warn her."

Yang Xuan raged, deciding to intervene arbitrarily and find every possible way to expose the impostor.

"No!" Qing Lan's face hardened. She didn't want him to act recklessly and was determined to stop him no matter what.

"Hehe..." Just then, a captivating laugh echoed in the dark universe. A woman with a curvaceous figure appeared, possessing dark red long hair, snow-white skin, and phoenix eyes that slanted alluringly. She was simply a siren.

"Yang Xuan, are you about to make a big mistake?" Her voice sounded exquisitely numb.

"Hu Qingcheng of Andromeda, don't go around slandering people!" Yang Xuan's expression changed.

Hu Qingcheng wore black and gold battle armor, though parts of her snow-white long legs and crystalline, lotus-root-like arms were exposed. The black and gold armor accentuated her fair skin, creating a striking contrast that lent her a unique aura of charm and seduction.

She adopted a lazy demeanor and said, "Hmm, I think I just saw someone scamming his cousin, and in his embarrassment and anger, he wants to break the rules. This could affect other young masters and ladies, you know."

"You..." Yang Xuan was silenced. His worst fear had come true, and his heart pounded with dread. This matter might now become known to all their acquaintances.

Although they weren't in the same galaxy, they met periodically, for instance, representing their respective factions in sparring matches, competitions among peers, and pursuing advanced studies at neighboring academies.

If this vixen had a big mouth, he would surely become infamous across many life planets.

This was because cultivators at their level held astonishing identities, all hailing from top-tier great powers. Some were scions of aristocratic families, some were noblewomen of nations, and some were descendants of Bodhisattvas.

Hu Qingcheng licked her red lips and smiled, "Oh, I'm quite interested in this little native. If he can leave this planet, I wouldn't mind personally escorting him later."

"You're trying to seduce him, aren't you?!" Yang Xuan retorted indignantly, as this vixen was utterly detestable, always keen on provoking emotions and watching others make fools of themselves.

"So what if I am?" Hu Qingcheng replied, completely unfazed.

Ultimately, Yang Xuan compromised, saying, "I'm willing to lose everything and give each of you a five-star battle beast. How about that?!"

"Deal!"

"Deal!"

Hu Qingcheng and Qing Lan both nodded readily, agreeing at once.

Then, Yang Xuan prepared to cheat, violating the rules to send a message to his cousin and expose the impostor.

Chu Feng smiled happily, bidding farewell to Yang Shan. This trip had yielded immense rewards; establishing a connection with a Saintess from another domain, he imagined future cooperation would be very pleasant.

After parting ways, he walked out of Yandang Mountain.

Just then, a silver light suddenly descended from the sky and rushed towards him, twisting as if trying to evolve into something, but seemingly with great difficulty.

"Again?!" He stopped, warily on guard.

Then, the silver light exploded, red and green glows bursting forth simultaneously. The three colors intertwined, then vanished together.

In outer space, Yang Xuan was exhausted, almost collapsed, and weakly snapped at Hu Qingcheng, "You reneged!"

"I think it's better to be selfless," Hu Qingcheng said with a sweet smile.

Qing Lan hesitated, then finally advised, "Forget it, Brother Yang Xuan. Your sister has extraordinary talent and possesses the Primordial Light Divine Body in the evolution domain. She won't suffer a loss against anyone, so you don't need to worry needlessly. I don't want your five-star battle beast anymore."

At Yandang Mountain, Yang Lin looked at the vanishing phenomenon in the distance with a shocked expression, muttering, "As expected of the Chosen One, he truly possesses great destiny. Last time I saw him, he was enveloped in silver light, but now it's a three-colored divine radiance covering his body. Next time we meet, it might even be five-colored divine light reaching the heavens! He's truly worth the Saintess's efforts to recruit and befriend!"

Yang Shan's beautiful eyes were deep and radiant with divine light as she gazed in the direction Chu Feng had departed.

In space, with a "puff," Yang Xuan actually spat blood this time—half from exhaustion, half from anger! "Damn it!" he thought, "Have I once again helped this kid? Right in front of my cousin, did it further confirm and solidify that he's the Chosen One?!"

Is there any justice left? He wanted to wail!

Chu Feng stared at the sky for a long time, full of suspicion. Was it trying to scare him again? Finally, he muttered a curse, "Son of a bitch!"

In outer space, Qing Lan and Hu Qingcheng exchanged glances, speechless.

Upon hearing that, Yang Xuan was so enraged that his fingers trembled, and black gas emanated from all his pores.

"I really want to smack him dead!"

Finally, he decisively tossed aside the crystal fruits of far-seeing eyes and clairaudient ears. Out of sight, out of mind, he figured, otherwise, he truly couldn't stand that boy.

Hu Qingcheng laughed joyfully, teasing Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan, annoyed, said, "Go ahead and laugh at me now. Isn't your sister deep within Mount Hua? She also sent someone to invite that boy for a meeting. If you laugh at me, he'll scam your sister too when the time comes!"

Hu Qingcheng's alluring chuckle abruptly ceased.

Yang Xuan then looked at Qing Lan and asked, "Someone from your clan came too, didn't they?"

The usually calm Qing Lan opened her mouth, and suddenly wasn't so calm!

On the ground, Chu Feng's heart was filled with joy. His trip to Yandang Mountain had yielded too much. Unexpectedly gaining the identity of the Chosen One could bring so many benefits.

He decided he would keep up the pretense all the way!

Since divine sons and heavenly maidens were inviting him, why not go? "Hmm, now I can visit Huangshan, Huashan, and other places, have good talks with those Saint Sons and Divine Maidens, chat a bit, and wait for benefits to come my way."

He suddenly felt that life was so wonderful.

Chu Feng strolled leisurely out of Yandang Mountain and headed north. He was planning to evolve quickly and improve his mastery of domain arts in the near future, recognizing it as a rare opportunity.

Before he had even left Zhejiang Province, someone approached him, claiming to be an envoy from an overseas immortal island, inviting him to a banquet abroad.

"What's going on?" Chu Feng wondered suspiciously. Had the people of Penglai Immortal Island changed their attitude?

"I'm not from Penglai; I'm an envoy from Fangzhang Immortal Island," the person corrected him.

In mythical legends, there were three immortal islands overseas: Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou.

Chu Feng was puzzled. He had no interaction with anyone from Fangzhang Immortal Island, so why were they inviting him to a gathering?

The middle-aged envoy smiled and whispered, "Good news! One of our junior princesses from Fangzhang Immortal Island is choosing a consort, and some elders have heard good things about you and want to give you an opportunity."

Chu Feng was stunned. This truly exceeded his expectations!

He pondered for a moment, wondering if it was again due to his identity as the Chosen One.

However, this time, instead of feeling happy, he felt a sense of dread. Events were escalating beyond his predictions.

He felt a cold sweat breaking out and couldn't help but look up at the sky. If things continued like this, would he be struck by divine lightning?!