Chapter 493: Grand Event

"Ah…" Zihuang screamed, her voice so miserable it was as if she were enduring the worst possible torture. It was a heart-wrenching, bone-piercing sound, and her small face was bloodless, like a sheet of white paper.

Then, quite decisively, her beautiful pupils constricted, and she tilted her head back, eyes rolling, and simply fainted.

She had, in fact, been overwhelmed by fright.

Upon suddenly seeing Chu Feng, she chose to faint immediately, without a moment's hesitation, becoming completely insensible and slumping backward.

Everyone was dumbfounded. She just fainted? A moment ago, she had been defiant, swearing she wasn't afraid of Chu Feng and even mocking him, suggesting he was only there to pay his respects.

Yet, she proved so useless, she took one look, couldn't even finish a second, and was so terrified she "played dead"!

It was clear how terrifying the Great Devil Chu was in her mind; the impression he had left that day was truly indelible and frightful, striking fear deep into her bones.

Chu Feng gestured to the onlookers, indicating it truly wasn't his fault. Then, very kindly, he extended his arm and caught her, preventing Saintess Zihuang from falling to the ground.

Moreover, Chu Feng showed his goodwill by injecting a wisp of vibrant energy into her, reviving her. His actions throughout were considerate, thorough, and not at all rough.

However, this action was pure torment for Zihuang, because the moment she opened her eyes, she saw Chu Feng again!

And then, she decisively fainted once more!

Chu Feng was speechless. He kindly injected energy again, stimulating her to wake up.

"Ah, help!" Zihuang shrieked as soon as she opened her eyes.

Chu Feng smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, it's me!"

Originally, Zihuang had intended to stay conscious this time and not faint immediately, but hearing those words, her spirit undeniably collapsed. It was precisely *because* it was him that she was afraid and fainted!

How could anything good come from falling into the hands of this devil king? Thus, she decisively fainted for the third time.

"This really isn't my fault," Chu Feng explained to the people around him, looking exceedingly benevolent.

Only Li Feng and Zhan He, who had dealt with him before, felt a chill and secretly believed with certainty that it was absolutely his fault, intentional and premeditated.

Finally, Zihuang awoke again, finding herself lying on the green grass with shimmering flower petals drifting down around her, one by one, exceptionally beautiful.

However, the moment she turned her head, she felt her entire world turn bleak again. She saw the great devil sitting on the ground beside her, occupying the jade table that was originally hers.

They were so close she could feel Chu Feng's breath as he leisurely drank by himself.

Zihuang had never imagined that the person who had tapped her shoulder was truly Devil King Chu, and now he was sitting so intimately and gently beside her.

"We're truly fated, meeting again," Chu Feng smiled.

"Fated, my foot!" Zihuang desperately wanted to roll her eyes, display her haughty temper, and yell, "Who's fated with you? Disappear as far as your thoughts can reach!" But she dared not.

Chu Feng was in high spirits, looking like a perfect gentleman.

Yet, Zihuang was shivering. The kinder he appeared, the warmer his smile, the more unnerved she became.

On that day, this great devil was utterly savage, devouring Lieshan and Zhu Wuque, killing Yuwen Feng, Chen Rong, and Qi Yu. He was simply an unconquerable monster.

She still felt a chill down her spine. After painstakingly escaping his demonic grasp, how had she fallen into his hands again today?! Zihuang was indignant, her heart filled with unease.

"Alright, Chosen One among the natives, it's time to stop," a copper-skinned giant spoke. He sat there like a small mountain, his blood energy surging within him like molten lava.

The copper-skinned giant addressed Zihuang, saying, "Saintess, come over here."

Chu Feng ignored the copper-skinned giant. He sat behind the jade table, merely glanced at Zihuang, and continued pouring drinks for himself.

Zihuang was both hopeful and anxious. She hoped the copper-skinned giant could subdue Chu Feng, but until there was a clear outcome, she truly dared not move, fearing Chu Feng might slap her to death the moment she stirred.

In reality, she was overthinking it. Even if Chu Feng acted, he would capture her alive; he wouldn't let her die, as he needed her to exchange for secret scriptures.

"Hmph!"

The copper-skinned giant bared his teeth, revealing pristine white fangs over a foot long. He swiftly extended a large hand, stirring up a gale and sending sand and stones flying, grabbing towards Chu Feng.

He launched his attack while still seated, without even bothering to stand up, displaying considerable arrogance and casualness.

Chu Feng could sense that this copper-skinned giant was formidable. The blood energy emanating from his skin was like molten iron, destroying the surrounding peach trees and bluestones.

The giant unleashed a terrifying power, a step above Zhu Wuque, Yuwen Feng, Zhan He, and others. He was a formidable individual.

Chu Feng also remained seated, simply raising his hand to meet the attack. There was a violent clang, like metal striking stone, and the copper-skinned giant's large hand emitted dazzling light, like a burst of lightning.

The copper-skinned giant's pupils contracted. Feeling a piercing pain, he said, "No wonder you dared to come alone."

In fact, his heart pounded. His arm was in great pain, its interior torn by a spiraling force, already injured! If they continued to exchange blows, the injury would be impossible to conceal, and his entire arm would split open.

Chu Feng flashed him a smile, his teeth gleaming white, then abruptly threw a punch forward. Passivity was not his style; since he dared to come here, it wasn't to be provoked. He had confidence.

The copper-skinned giant roared, springing to his feet. In an instant, his entire body blazed with golden light as his ancestral bloodline awakened. He transformed into a colossal figure, seemingly cast from gold, shimmering brilliantly all over.

Around him, centuries-old peach trees were ripped from their roots, and tens of thousands of pounds of bluestones were stirred up by his golden blood energy, suspending them in mid-air.

At this moment, his divine power was enough to uproot mountains.

As the giant's golden eyes opened and closed, divine light burst forth. His fist print, as large as a millstone, met Chu Feng's attack, smashing towards him!

At this moment, the void twisted, and the surrounding light was swallowed by the golden fist. Its energy was concentrated, its aura intimidating; this single punch could easily shatter a large mountain!

However, with a soft 'thump,' this imposing golden fist was directly pierced by Chu Feng's fist print. It deflated like a punctured balloon, dimmed, and blood splattered.

The giant painfully staggered backward, his entire arm covered in cracks, nearly severed by a spiraling force!

He stumbled, blood gushing forth.

The giant, possessing ancestral blood, could easily uproot mountains, his blood energy surging. Few among his peers could contend with his might, yet he had nearly lost an arm from a single punch. This made him exceptionally wary of Chu Feng and filled his heart with dread.

Around them, many divine sons and saintesses had cold expressions, their hostility intense as they stared at Chu Feng. Seeing him arrive alone, they had already planned to hunt him down.

In an instant, the temperature plummeted, as if the place had been frozen. Even the fresh, delicate flower buds withered, fluttering down like a shower of petals.

"Alright, a guest from afar is here, everyone please be seated," a man spoke then. He was shrouded in mist, appearing somewhat blurry, but many held him in awe.

This was Fuhuang, who mastered the Demonic God-Slaying Breathing Technique, a variation of the ultimate Divine God Breathing Technique, making him incredibly powerful.

As soon as he spoke, the tension in the atmosphere immediately eased, and the various divine sons and saintesses showed him great respect.

Within the white mist surrounding Fuhuang's body, there were even wisps of chaotic energy, as if an abyss was inhaling and exhaling the energy of heaven and earth—truly terrifying.

Chu Feng knew this was one of the key figures, indeed unfathomable, and currently far surpassed others in strength, making him an exceptionally dangerous individual.

Chu Feng sensed something peculiar about the energy emanating from him, suspecting he possessed an astonishing method for constructing energy bodies. Within the white mist around his mouth and nose, there were hidden, intricate symbols.

Regardless of Fuhuang's extraordinary demeanor or his confident, carefree attitude, at least he wasn't attacking him right now. Chu Feng smiled, raised his cup, gestured to Fuhuang, and then drank by himself.

At this point, Zihuang stood up. She truly had no face to continue lying there; pretending to faint again was unrealistic. As a saintess, how could she remain unconscious for so long?

Chu Feng, with a beaming, enthusiastic smile, said, "Come, sit here with me. Were you scared just now? Actually, don't think of me as so bad; I'm the kindest person. Let me tell you, if anyone dares to target you now, I guarantee I won't beat them to death!"

Zihuang shivered. This devil was actually showing her concern, so enthusiastically that she found it unbearable.

However, after a careful reconsideration, she felt a surge of pride. So what if he was a great devil? He was still being amiable and attentive to her now.

Clearly, Zihuang's 'tsundere' tendencies had resurfaced, and she regarded Chu Feng as one of her many admirers.

She swayed her slender waist, snorted, and sat beside him, pouting, "You should let me go quickly. There are things you don't know the inside story about. Since your attitude is decent, I can tell you, my father is... never mind. I won't say. My brother is Zixiao, a generational prodigy of the Hunyuan Palace, who has never been defeated!"

"So, when I sell you, I can raise the price even higher?!" Chu Feng's eyes blazed with even greater enthusiasm. "Come, tell me slowly, don't be afraid."

Saintess Zihuang's hair stood on end in an instant. All her haughtiness and confidence vanished. So, this great devil was being kind to her only so he could sell her, ensuring a smooth transaction.

She was on the verge of tears, half from fright and half from anger.

After "comforting" Zihuang, Chu Feng turned his gaze to the other evolvers. Several of them caught his particular attention.

Besides Fuhuang, there was a woman named Xu Liang and a man named Yuan Mo, both of whom he observed carefully and stared at intently.

In addition, there was a woman named Lan Shi, whose features were picturesque, of unparalleled beauty, as if she had stepped out of a painting. She was exceptionally beautiful.

Chu Feng paid attention to her not only because of her beauty but also because her spiritual energy was somewhat astonishing, vaguely radiating in wisps, as if substantial and extraordinarily potent.

Furthermore, Ji Ling's spiritual energy was also very strong, like a small sun, only slightly inferior to Lan Shi's.

At this point, Zihuang saw him focusing on Lan Shi and immediately perked up. "Devil Chu," she said, "would you let me go? I can recommend someone else to you. If you can truly capture her, once you spread the word, the people who want to buy her could line up from one end of the starry sky to the other."

Chu Feng heard this and looked surprised. "That's outrageous?" he asked.

"Yes, because she's a disciple of the Immortal Music Pure Land. As soon as she debuted, she gained immense popularity, hailed for possessing a voice like heavenly music. The sacred songs she sings are extraordinary and can enhance people's spiritual energy. Now, she already has considerable fame throughout the starry sky and is beloved by many young people."

Zihuang revealed the details, explaining the situation.

In the cosmos, some evolution holy lands specialize in sound waves, combining them with spiritual energy, forging a unique path. Reaching the peak of their art, their words become law.

For example, many incantations and divine pronouncements were pioneered by the ancient masters of their lineage.

It can be said that practitioners in this domain are terrifyingly powerful.

By this era, they had integrated with musical compositions, creating even more extraordinary sacred songs and other forms, expanding their path further. Practitioners of this lineage became increasingly active, with several holy lands.

Both Ji Ling's Heavenly Sound Divine Sect and Lan Shi's Immortal Music Pure Land were highly renowned.

Lan Shi, in particular, attracted the attention of a saint with her very first concert after her debut. After verification, it was confirmed that she possessed a perfect-grade voice of heavenly music, the most coveted voice for those in her lineage, as her sounds could resonate and merge with spiritual energy.

This talent yielded astonishing results, whether for her own cultivation or for singing sacred songs to enhance others' spiritual energy.

Coupled with Lan Shi's exceptional beauty—her charm capable of making fish sink and geese fall, and flowers ashamed—she became a rapidly rising star immediately upon her debut.

Whenever she sang sacred songs, her concerts were packed to capacity, astonishingly popular, with tickets selling out in advance every time.

Of course, this was also a form of cultivation for her; during concerts, she could use the vibrant spiritual radiance of the audience to temper her own spirit, providing immense benefits to both herself and others.

Chu Feng was dumbfounded. On Earth, she would be a pop star, and one with immense potential.

Clearly, Lan Shi sensed his gaze. In fact, she had been observing Chu Feng all along. Seeing his fervent look, she secretly curled her lips but on her face, she gave a sweet, charming smile.

Chu Feng thought that if Lan Shi were sold, she would definitely fetch even more astonishing secret scriptures!

Since acquiring a copy of "Horizon at Hand," he had tasted success and wanted to continue. His purpose in coming to this island was to carry out a hunt: to suppress all the divine sons and saintesses who had intended to deal with him, and then sell them off.

He had already planned it: he was preparing to become a notorious human trafficker in the near future!

Lan Shi asked him why he was smiling so happily.

Chu Feng responded earnestly and seriously, "I'm a fan, and I'm just so happy to see Fairy Lan Shi!"

Zihuang scoffed inwardly with great disdain. A fan? More like wanting to *hunt* a star. This human trafficker was surely aiming to capture the rising star of the Immortal Music Pure Land.

Just then, Fuhuang spoke, chatting with Chu Feng for a few moments. There was no animosity; everything was calm and natural.

Finally, Fuhuang sighed softly: "Brother Chu, you should choose a burial ground as soon as possible. Some young deities among the top ten have declared that they want you dead. It's best to prepare for your demise early!"