Chapter 496: Mutual Love and Mutual Kill

Hearing this, Chu Feng felt a surge of doubt. He turned to Zi Luan, who was beside him, and asked, "Do you really think that's the case?"

Although Saintess Zi Luan was afraid of him, she nodded vigorously, like a chick pecking rice. "Absolutely!" she declared. "It's an outrage to both gods and men, something heaven cannot tolerate. He deserves to be struck by lightning!"

Chu Feng squinted at her. *What immense resentment!* He had only asked a simple question, and she was already cursing him.

So, with remarkable calm, he ordered, "Sing."

"Ah? I won't sing!" Saintess Zi Luan’s face flushed with shame and indignation. Her previous performance had been utterly humiliating; he had frightened her so much that her voice quavered with tears as she transformed into her true form, singing "I Am a Little Bird" while fleeing.

Sing *now*? She was terrified!

Chu Feng glared, his eyes filled with menace, fixing his gaze on her. Then, he kicked Yuan Mo, who lay discarded nearby. "You sing for me too!" he commanded.

"Hmph!" Yuan Mo roared in fury. This was preposterous! He was a Demon Scion; if he were forced to sing, what dignity would he have left? He might as well bash his head against the ground and die.

"Not singing? Then I'll just beat you to death!" Chu Feng yelled. He then decisively contacted people on the Primeval Beast Platform: anyone who wanted to watch a live stream of Yuan Mo getting a brutal beating could pay a fee.

He would make Yuan Mo "perform wholeheartedly" for the crowd.

"Hey, brother, didn't we have a deal?" someone complained. "I'm sending you the analysis of the Other Shore Flower energy body, and you're supposed to publicly beat Yuan Mo. One must be trustworthy!"

Yuan Mo gnashed his teeth nearby, amazed that he could identify some of the people. "Zhao Yuan, you bastard!" he fumed. "You were defeated by me, you were no match, yet you dare to humiliate me like this!"

Chu Feng interjected to correct him. "Don't call him a bastard," he said. "If you're going to curse, just say 'Jun Tuo's egg'! For example, say: 'Zhao Yuan, you Jun Tuo's egg!'"

Across the starry sky, people were speechless, many chuckling wryly.

Unbeknownst to him, Ancient Saint Jun Tuo had once again become an unwitting target. Who had he provoked? This time, he hadn't even troubled Chu Feng; it was clearly the native attacking him.

Indeed, countless light-years away, Saint Jun Tuo, who had been observing Chu Feng, now wore a blank expression that quickly darkened. *What truly rotten luck!* he thought.

Yuan Mo, corrected and warned, felt a strange sense of reluctant admiration for the first time. Though this native was a brute, torturing him relentlessly, his audacity was undeniable. He repeatedly defied saints, yet continued to live a vibrant, carefree life.

Chu Feng announced, "Everyone, have you decided? Who wants to watch the live broadcast? I'll personally beat Yuan Mo. The price is absolutely fair. If you're interested, sign up and pay quickly!"

In the peach blossom forest, pink light shimmered and a sweet fragrance permeated the air. Yet, it was eerily quiet. No one spoke or drank, all watching him usurp the host's role, acting as both a human trafficker and a live-streamed enforcer.

"Alright, here's a little preview. Watch closely." Chu Feng said, then swung his fists. *Thud, thud!* He struck Yuan Mo's left and right eye sockets, instantly worsening his already bruised eyes, turning them into two black circles like a giant panda.

"Alright, I'll sign up," one person declared. "Beat Yuan Mo until even his mother wouldn't recognize him! I'll pay a thousand cosmic coins."

"I'm in too!" another chimed. "You absolutely *must* brutalize Yuan Mo! That bastard once stole a Golden Grass I discovered and left me severely injured, bedridden for a month. Brother Chu Feng, I'll pay three thousand cosmic coins! Don't hold back; hit him with all your might!"

"I'll pay five thousand cosmic coins," another announced, "to break Yuan Mo's nose and beat his head into a pulp!"

On the Primeval Beast Platform, a clamor erupted. Countless people were shouting, their demands growing more vicious with each bid.

Yuan Mo’s face turned green upon hearing this. *What kind of people are these?* Though he knew he had many enemies, he never imagined they were *everywhere*. So many people were willing to pay to see him crippled. The most infuriating part was that these enemies could actually watch the live stream!

Chu Feng, too, wore a peculiar expression, staring intently at Yuan Mo. "Your popularity is truly terrible," he remarked. "Do you see? I merely raise my arm, and a crowd gathers! Hey, what's this? Someone's willing to pay ten thousand cosmic coins just for me to beat you!"

"If the roles were reversed," Yuan Mo retorted, annoyed, "a live stream of *me* beating *you* would be even more popular, I guarantee it!"

Chu Feng, disbelieving, posted a message on the Primeval Beast Platform. Immediately, someone declared they would fund a million if they could see Yuan Mo brutally beating Chu Feng!

Chu Feng was dumbfounded upon hearing this. *Does it have to be this ruthless? Which rich individual had he offended?*

Then, he flew into a rage. "Damn it! 'Little Lotus Just Peeking'! Such a golden account, I'll remember you. I *will* give you a brutal beating in the future!"

Then, he asked Yuan Mo, "Do you know this person? Wait, no, it's a woman. What's her background, and what's her relationship with you?!"

"None of your business!" Yuan Mo retorted defiantly, instantly snapping at Chu Feng.

Without a word, Chu Feng kicked him twice.

He then asked Zi Luan who "Little Lotus Just Peeking" was. To his surprise, Zi Luan's face was alight with excitement, her hands clasped together as she gazed at the comment left by "Little Lotus Just Peeking."

"This is... my idol!" Zi Luan exclaimed. "A brilliant talent of her generation, undefeated for a thousand matches on the Primeval Beast Platform, a continuous winning streak in duels!"

Zi Luan cried out excitedly.

*Talented woman, my foot!* Chu Feng grumbled inwardly. He couldn't quite grasp why Zi Luan was so incredibly excited. Then he noticed that everyone else around them was also highly agitated.

A group of God-Sons and Saintesses reacting this way was rare indeed. It seemed they had truly encountered a celebrity!

"Just a 'thousand-person killer,' what's so special about that?" Chu Feng muttered to himself.

"What 'thousand-person killer'?" Zi Luan exclaimed excitedly. "That sounds awful! You don't understand, her brilliance is incomparable!"

Chu Feng gave her forehead a sharp rap. "Why are you so excited?" he demanded. "Honestly, when I beat Yuan Mo later, you're going to sing for me beside us!"

Then, he consulted Lan Shi, who was not far away. "Fairy Lan," he asked, "how much does a ticket for a typical concert usually sell for in cosmic coins?"

"They range from a few hundred to several thousand, with special seats going for tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of cosmic coins," Lan Shi replied with a smile. She was youthful and beautiful, her long blue gown trailing elegantly on the ground, making her appear even more exquisite amidst the peach blossoms.

"I see!" Chu Feng now had a clear idea. He set the entrance fee at two thousand cosmic coins per ticket and swiftly created a paid channel.

In mere moments, Chu Feng's eyes widened, and his fingers trembled slightly. The number of entrants was astonishing: one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand... five hundred thousand!

At this point, his golden account had already amassed a billion cosmic coins. Was this a robbery? It was sheer plunder!

Even Zi Luan stared, her eyes wide with shock, confirming she hadn't misread the figures.

"It seems you're widely hated," Chu Feng commented. "How many people could you possibly know in your entire life? Yet so many wish for me to brutally beat you. You're a complete failure as a person."

Yuan Mo was so enraged he felt like spitting blood. He had indeed offended many, but not *this* many. They must simply be following the crowd, wanting to watch the spectacle, he told himself, trying to find comfort.

"Start the broadcast, start the broadcast!" someone shouted.

Chu Feng was very serious and utterly dedicated. "Since everyone is so enthusiastic," he announced, "I'll begin now. I guarantee your satisfaction!"

Then, he unleashed his fists, relentlessly pummeling Yuan Mo. Yuan Mo’s hair instantly bristled with rage, his scalp feeling as if it were on fire. He was being brutally beaten and live-streamed; it was enough to drive him mad.

As this continued, the number of viewers surged. Chu Feng glanced over and saw that nearly a million people had joined the stream, causing his breath to quicken.

In the future, he vowed, he would never sell God-Sons or Saintesses again. He would simply capture them and give them a good beating; it would be worth more than anything. As he continued to pummel Yuan Mo, he cast a glance at Zi Luan, already contemplating whether to add another session later, a beating for the Saintess.

Zi Luan’s hair immediately stood on end. That single glance sent a shiver of terror down her spine.

Yuan Mo roared, covered in blood, utterly suffocated by humiliation.

In the peach forest, everyone was dumbfounded. They were essentially watching a free live stream, and at the same time, they were all staring intently at the number of online viewers.

Only Lan Shi remained composed. Facing the million online viewers, her expression was serene, as if she were a seasoned master observing a novice.

Eventually, the number stabilized at around a million and ceased to increase. This was because someone outside had begun pirating and rebroadcasting the stream directly, preventing further new entrants.

For a time, the Primeval Beast Platform buzzed with activity, flooded with all sorts of shocking and outrageous titles.

"Yuan Mo Flogged by a Million Evolutionaries!"

"Demon King Chu and Yuan Mo: A Love-Hate Spectacle!"

Chu Feng ignored all of this, focusing intently on his calculations. A million entrants, at two thousand cosmic coins per person... his breath hitched. In just a short while, he had raked in two billion cosmic coins?!

The results were so astounding, he decided it was absolutely necessary to add more sessions!

"Everyone, after this beating, we'll have a second round!" Chu Feng announced.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Mo nearly died of rage. He was covered in wounds, his bones broken, and he promptly fainted.

"Zi Luan, what are you gawking at? Sing!" Chu Feng snapped, glaring, making her join in.

Seeing Yuan Mo beaten unconscious, she was truly terrified, suspecting Chu Feng would soon give *her* a similar treatment. Trembling, she became remarkably cooperative.

"I am a little bird..."

In the Primal Chaos Palace, her brother Zixiao had been thoroughly enjoying the show. But when he saw her suddenly barge in and start singing that song again, he nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"Haha... why is that haughty girl singing 'Little Bird' again?"

On the Primeval Beast Platform, others also burst into laughter.

"Wrong song," Chu Feng admonished. "Does that sound appropriate? Here I am, majestic and powerful; you should be singing 'How Lonely It Is To Be Invincible' to highlight my glory!"

*How immense was his audacity? How thick was his skin?* Everyone was speechless.

Zi Luan sang, biting back her resentment, until it finally ended.

Two billion cosmic coins. Chu Feng felt dizzy with the amount. He realized that if this continued, he could eventually afford those unparalleled secret technique chapters. Therefore, he decided to add more sessions.

However, Yuan Mo was already on his last breath, practically dead.

"Who has life-saving elixirs?" Chu Feng asked. "Quickly save him; I will be greatly indebted."

People thought he had finally had a change of heart, but when they learned he wanted to add another session, they all nearly fainted, mentally mourning for Yuan Mo.

However, Chu Feng casually inquired on the Primeval Beast Platform and found that people weren't particularly interested in additional sessions; they merely wanted to see something new.

On the Primeval Beast Platform, someone contacted Chu Feng.

"Brother Chu," someone suggested, "I have an idea for you. Aren't there many God-Sons and Saintesses on the island you're on? And nearby is Lan Shi, a rising star of the cosmos, destined for immense fame. She could be a great help to you!"

Hearing this, Chu Feng squinted at Lan Shi, who was nearby. Then he nodded. "You're right," he said. "Live-streaming a beating of Lan Shi would definitely be more effective than beating Yuan Mo."

On the Primeval Beast Platform, the person who had given Chu Feng the suggestion was stunned into silence, then cried out, "You brute! I merely wanted to suggest you *collaborate* with Lan Shi for a live stream; she's already a celebrity!"

"Indeed," Chu Feng said, nodding seriously and expressing his thanks. "Live-streaming a beating of a celebrity—that's a brilliant idea! You're full of great thoughts!"

The person felt utterly broken at that moment. He couldn't even bear to watch. He liked Lan Shi so much himself; was he going to be responsible for harming her?