Chapter 439: Duobao Daoist

Deep in Mount Lu, all present were stunned!

Chu Feng suddenly turned ruthless, actually charging into the folded space. The astonishing outcome left everyone frozen in disbelief, like statues of clay and wood. Just moments ago, he had been laughing and joking, seeming unserious. Who could have imagined that he would abruptly transform, striking with the swift fury of a god or demon! Chu Feng, fighting alone, turned the area into a river of blood, overturning men and horses. A group of knights lay dead in pools of blood—what a glorious feat! Could a local evolver be this powerful? Many were dumbfounded; the situation far surpassed all expectations.

Now, the knights wailed, while all other parties watched in silence. It was a human tragedy: the grass was dyed red, the pungent smell of blood assaulting the nostrils from a distance. Only mangled remains were left; none of the strangled knights or fierce beasts were intact. The intertwined field energy, like endless threads, continued to tear apart one mount after another, dismembering the powerful knights.

Yuwen Feng roared, his long hair flying wildly, his eyes nearly bursting from their sockets. As his breathing technique circulated, a terrifying aura erupted from his mouth and nose, causing the surrounding forest to shatter. He could bear it no longer; like a wounded beast, he furiously charged to rescue his subordinates. It was too horrific, a scene reminiscent of hell: severed arms, mangled legs, and heads rolling across the ground—all belonging to the knights. They had yet to set foot in Earth's main space, but here they met their bitter end, slain by Chu Feng!

"Chu Feng, you renegade, you native bastard!" Yuwen Feng roared, his eyes terrifying. With few knights left around him, a fierce resolve filled his heart; he truly wanted to rush out and personally slay that man. At this point, the field dimmed, and its light beams vanished. The materials, being substandard, caused many magnets to disintegrate; they were, after all, single-use consumables. More than two-thirds of the dozens of knights had perished. Now, only a dozen or so remained by Yuwen Feng's side, all wounded and covered in blood. As for their mounts, some were lame, some had their tails severed, and others had bones protruding from their bodies; many lay sprawled on the ground, already near death.

This battle was exceptionally brutal; Yuwen Feng's faction suffered a devastating blow from which they would not recover. Yuwen Feng, the Saint Son, had his halo stripped, losing his rightful prestige. He was left disheveled by a native, with most of his subordinates annihilated. This was a crushing defeat that sent shockwaves everywhere! Without a doubt, this incident would spread from here to every star path. He had lost face and would likely be ridiculed by all parties. Once scorned, his status as a Saint Son would rapidly plummet. Even back on his star path, within his faction's stronghold, some might begin to stir, seeking to usurp his position. This battle was disastrous for him, with extremely negative repercussions.

"Renegade!" Yuwen Feng gritted his teeth, standing at the edge of the folded space. His lustrous long hair stood on end, like a black waterfall flowing in reverse. He had never felt such agony; he felt his entire being was ablaze, a fiery rage threatening to make him explode. Such a crushing defeat was simply unbearable. At the same time, he fully understood the consequences. Even if he hadn't personally intervened, the decimation of his forces meant this defeat would be entirely attributed to him.

On Mount Lu, all the assembled forces fell into an uncharacteristic silence, each feeling a shiver down their spine. This Chu Feng, the chosen one among the natives, was far too unpredictable. Chu Feng glanced around, seeing Huang Tong in the folded space utterly unscathed, and felt quite displeased. Huang Tong, with his lion's head and human body, was remarkably cautious; he had kept far away from the danger zone and successfully escaped harm. Now, he stood cautiously behind the surviving knights, feeling quite apprehensive. He was thoroughly intimidated; Chu Feng's methods sent shivers down his spine—they were truly against the heavens. Single-handedly, he had annihilated most of a Saint Son's forces. Whether through cunning or sheer overwhelming power, the outcome was undeniable: the chosen one among the natives had achieved a resounding victory! This unnerved him, sending chills down his spine. He felt he had stirred up major trouble. Given the choice, he genuinely wouldn't have wanted to plot against Chu Feng, deeming it far too dangerous.

Chu Feng grimaced, staring at Huang Tong for a long time. The fact that the scoundrel was still alive made his expression darken. "You lion-dog, just you wait! I'll definitely get a leash and chain you up later!" Chu Feng shouted. Huang Tong cursed under his breath but dared not utter a sound.

Beside Chu Feng, the five-colored net glowed, trapping Bai Qing so she couldn't move a muscle. "Acknowledge me as your master," Chu Feng declared, openly taking a servant. He ignored the furious Yuwen Feng, having no desire to converse with the madman.

"Hmph!" Bai Qing scoffed, filled with shame and disdain. Though captured alive, she refused to lower her head. "Acknowledge your loss. Don't you intend to honor your promise?" Chu Feng said with a faint smile, looking down at her, a hint of killing intent in his eyes. This woman had already successfully crossed realms. Earlier, she had danced on the mountain peak, later responsible for luring Chu Feng into the ambush. She was originally an evolver of the Freedom Realm, but to enter Earth's main space, she had voluntarily crippled her cultivation and was now at the twelfth segment of the Shackled Realm. Moreover, she wasn't a combat-oriented individual, so she didn't lead the main assault. Even if she could have advanced, she wouldn't dare to tread lightly again. Now that she was captured by Chu Feng, her situation was quite dire.

"You want me to surrender? Impossible," she sneered, turning her head away. "Release her, let's discuss terms!" Yuwen Feng ceased his furious roars within the folded space, staring at Chu Feng as he shouted. Chu Feng continued to ignore him, instead skillfully beginning to plunder, extracting secret treasures from the net. The woman, it turned out, had quite a few valuable items on her.

First, there was an umbrella: its frame made of azure gold, its canopy of unknown beast hide, truly extraordinary. Unfortunately, this astonishingly defensive weapon had been damaged in the recent battle. Had it not been for this umbrella, Bai Qing's body would surely have been torn apart by the field energy, killing her. "You damaged my umbrella," Chu Feng lamented, his heart aching as he reluctantly put down the treasure. Everyone around was speechless. "Your umbrella?" they seemed to think. "Well... it is now." Bai Qing's beautiful face contorted; this was truly humiliating. Inside the folded space, Yuwen Feng was incandescent with rage, while the dozen or so strongest surviving knights had bloodshot eyes, as if they wanted to devour Chu Feng's flesh.

"This golden lamp is also broken, cracked all over! My precious treasure!" Chu Feng wailed. Ji Xuan, the Saintess of the Demon Race, wore a strange expression, murmuring, "This fellow..." She truly didn't know how to appraise him. This native, when she had offered him the chance to follow her, had actually wanted to *take her in* instead. "You... take your hands off me!" Bai Qing raged. Chu Feng was haphazardly searching her, inevitably touching certain areas, which filled her with both hatred and fury. As a prisoner now, she already felt utterly stifled and humiliated.

"Oh, my treasure, finally one is completely intact!" Chu Feng exclaimed, overjoyed, holding a light golden hemp rope. He had encountered this item before, and each time it had been used to attack him. This was a Spirit-Binding Rope, extraordinarily effective against cultivators in the Shackled Realm; it was foolproof in binding, making escape nearly impossible for opponents. Had Chu Feng not used the Sun Fire Essence of the Vajra Hoop to counter it before, he would have been bound by Han Wenze and Huang Weiyue the very first time. "Is this standard issue? Do all factions have them? Still, it's really good." Chu Feng was quite satisfied and put it away. Next, he put away a dark red long spear, appearing as if stained with blood, very intimidating, and immensely heavy. This was an undamaged heavy weapon. Finally, he also acquired three arrow fletchings, all polished from beast bone. They looked extraordinary, carrying a terrifying malevolent aura, and were expected to be astonishing if fired. While there were no truly heaven-defying secret treasures, Chu Feng was already highly satisfied. At this stage, overly transcendent weapons couldn't be brought across; it was difficult to cross realms with them. As for the kasaya on his body, it definitely held a secret. It contained a field, but it was intermittent and not fully connected, requiring him, a field researcher, to activate it with his own methods. Ordinary beings couldn't use it at all; it was considered a defective product! Without a doubt, some of the weapons used after crossing realms at this stage were on Bai Qing. She was like a small treasure trove; the only pity was that some were utterly destroyed.

At this point, Chu Feng finally looked up at Yuwen Feng in the folded space and said, "Speaking of which, you've generously given me quite a few treasures. Truly, thank you, you Fortune Spreader." Then, he added with a chuckle, "From now on, please call me Daobao Daoist. Hmm, no, that name isn't auspicious. Please call me Daobao Saint Master."

"You…" Yuwen Feng's nose nearly twisted in fury. He was being called a Fortune Spreader? He knew this moniker would likely be spread by those with ill intentions, turning him into a laughingstock. "Fortune Spreader – that name is truly fitting," Ji Xuan, the Saintess of the Demon Race, was the first to nod, her smile undisguised as she openly endorsed the title. "Heh!" The Divine Son Ji Ling chuckled, finding it amusing. This sent Yuwen Feng's rage soaring. He glared at the two, knowing that after today, he would undoubtedly be mocked for a long time.

Princess Lin stared at Chu Feng's retreating back, utterly stunned. A local evolver had managed to humble a Saint Son so thoroughly; it was beyond extraordinary. Especially considering Chu Feng's field manipulation abilities, she couldn't help but tremble. At his age, he was undoubtedly a prodigy. She realized she had missed certain opportunities! She sighed softly. Had she extended goodwill sooner, the outcome would have been entirely different. This was a rapidly growing titan. The next moment, she noticed the change in the Divine Son Ji Ling: his eyes glowed with fervor as he stared at Chu Feng. On any planet, field researchers commanded immense respect. Especially individuals of such prodigious talent were rare even in the outer domains, sought after by renowned masters eager to take them as disciples. At the same time, Ji Xuan, the direct descendant of the Demon Saint, also showed a peculiar glint in her eyes, fixating on Chu Feng. She greatly esteemed his field manipulation abilities, believing that given time, he would undoubtedly become a grandmaster of his generation. Such a figure was worth recruiting. It was well known that grandmaster-level field researchers held incredibly esteemed positions. All factions sought to win them over, and even royalty and nobles paid them deference, daring not to offend them.

Ji Xuan held a jade cup, its clear green wine exuding a fragrant aroma. She drained it, placed it on the table, then rose gracefully, instantly revealing her slender and captivating figure. Standing tall and elegant, her charming smile brightened the entire area. "Brother Chu, what do you think? Come to the holy land of my Peacock lineage. We can provide you with an endless supply of field research texts, ensuring a brilliant future for you." Upon hearing these words, all present trembled. In everyone's eyes, the Saintess of the Demon Race had lowered her standing, earnestly attempting to win over the chosen one among the natives. Even a lineage with an unparalleled Demon Saint was so eager to recruit a field genius of such prodigious talent, instilling a sense of urgency in others. "Hmm, Brother Chu, why not consider joining our lineage? The Heavenly Sound Divine Church will strive to meet your every need, offering vast collections of field research texts for your unrestricted study," the Divine Son Ji Ling said with a smile, also making his overtures. Princess Lin's emotions were complex; even the Divine Son of Heavenly Sound, whom she had sought allegiance with, was now trying to win over Chu Feng. The Peacock King and Nine-Lives Cat King felt a tremor in their hearts, a sense of unease.

Yuwen Feng's face turned ashen, a picture of utter displeasure. He had just suffered a humiliating defeat, losing all face, and now these two were brazenly poaching, completely disregarding his feelings as they tried to win over his enemy. It was simply outrageous! "I'm very interested," Chu Feng replied, declining none of them. He had no desire to offend any party right now. With a smile, he thought it would be ideal if he could gain advantages from all sides.