Chapter 530: The Era of Great Struggle Demands Self-Strengthening

The boundless blue sea, calm and waveless, lay stretched out like a gigantic sapphire. The clear sky, devoid of even a wisp of cloud, was an intense blue, matching the ocean's hue. Sea and sky merged into one, making the entire world a pristine blue.

Chu Feng stepped across the azure sea, walking slowly towards the five-colored ship. He was lost in thought, unusually quiet, and his brow was furrowed. The appearance of the Earth's True Son was destined to cause many significant events.

It was a time of turmoil. The God Son of the Xilin Clan was coming, and the Young God of the Heavenly God Clan would also soon appear. At such a critical juncture, even Earth itself was not peaceful.

Chu Feng's mood was far from comfortable. What was true and what was false, and how was one to judge? Why should he hand over what he had obtained through numerous life-and-death struggles, all to fulfill the so-called True Son's destiny?

"In an era of great contention, what place is there for 'true' or 'false'?"

Chu Feng leaped back onto his ship. Then, he sat there quietly, pondering a few matters.

Yuan Mo, Zi Luan, Zhao Qing, and the others did not disturb him. Although they hadn't seen the emerald green bamboo boat or Yu Chi Kong, they knew something significant must have transpired.

Chu Feng's unusual silence made them all feel a little uneasy. Whether it was Zi Luan and Zhan He, who were captured early on, or the Great Demoness Zhao Qing and Luo Miaoxiang, who joined later, none of them had ever seen him so quiet.

In their minds, Chu Feng was a brazen and utterly ruthless individual who hunted down God Sons and Saintesses and extorted powerful lineages from advanced planets. Now, he seemed like a different person. His handsome face was slightly delicate, his eyes clear, and in his stillness, he appeared somewhat innocent—a stark contrast to the boisterous demon king persona they were familiar with.

Chu Feng's resolve was firm. When Yu Chi Kong came, demanding the ultimate breathing technique, and even the Hell Ant Nectar, on behalf of the True Son, Chu Feng naturally refused to agree. He was frowning because he was contemplating whether the so-called True Son was connected to the will of Earth. If that were the case, it would indeed be problematic, especially since he lived there.

This was his primary concern, which was why he remained quiet, meticulously deliberating.

Finally, Chu Feng looked up, his eyes gleaming with resolve. He didn't believe a planetary will would interfere in such matters. Moreover, his conviction was strong: true power wasn't bestowed upon someone chosen. In this era of great contention, concepts like "True Son" or "False Son" were meaningless; only self-improvement was real.

He then ceased his introspection and began to study secret techniques, comprehending the recently acquired manuals to enhance his own strength. He had reached this point not because the label "Heaven's Chosen One" brought him fame or glory, but because he was inherently strong. He had defeated countless enemies along his path, achieving brilliant victories that shone brightly, which in turn led people to consider him Heaven's Chosen One. In essence, it was his own astonishing talent that brought about the title of "Heaven's Chosen One," rather than the title itself making him.

"In an era of great contention, only self-improvement matters!"

The Calamity-Free Divine Body was indeed powerful, touted as an invincible physique, but it belonged to someone else and was beyond Chu Feng's control. His task was to elevate himself and transcend the limits of the human body!

Then, Yuan Mo, Zi Luan, Zhao Qing, and the others watched as Chu Feng rose. His eyes were profound as he began to practice various combat techniques and refine his secret arts.

Early the next morning, Chu Feng, bare-chested, left the ship and stood on the sea surface. Facing the vibrant red sun, brimming with life force, he began to perform the Purple Qi from the East Fist. He activated a field array and unfurled a tattered scroll across the sky. He didn't want outsiders to constantly observe his activities, especially during his training.

Chu Feng's arms, chest, and abdomen were remarkably clear and lustrous, his physique slender and well-defined. He had now applied the vivid red Skyfire Liquid, which would permanently enhance his physical constitution by thirty percent. He didn't want to waste any time and was unstinting in his use of Skyfire Liquid, eager to complete the self-nurturing process as quickly as possible.

As he stood on the sea and unleashed his fist techniques, the vast blue ocean beneath him undulated in response, and waves crashed skyward. As the sun rose, purple qi gathered around him, gradually enveloping Chu Feng, allowing him to further comprehend the true mysteries of the Purple Qi from the East Fist.

"This is a very advanced form of energy. The 'Purple Qi from the East' signifies unspeakable nobility, and the martial intent is grand, as if a divine king is walking, pushing celestial bodies with his hands." Chu Feng had now fully grasped the essence of this ancient boxing manual.

The next moment, as he moved again, in addition to the purple light streaming from the sun, wisps of purple qi also descended from the cold expanse of the cosmos, converging around him.

"That's..." Even Yuan Mo couldn't help but be visibly moved.

Chu Feng stood there, and as he executed his fist techniques, magnificent phenomena emerged. He appeared like a divine king, his every movement unleashing overwhelming vital energy that engulfed the sea. Within the purple qi, planets began to materialize one after another, revolving around him.

"He mastered the Purple Qi from the East Fist so quickly?" Zhan He, Luo Miaoxiang, Qi Yu, and the others were astonished. They naturally recognized the boxing manual Chu Feng was practicing.

Suddenly, Chu Feng's punching speed accelerated to an extreme, different from before. He, accompanied by the purple qi, spun the illusory planets around him, his aura immense, and simultaneously struck like lightning.

"The Flowing Light Fist? That's a secret technique of the Heavenly God Clan. Has he integrated it into the Purple Qi from the East Fist?" The Great Demoness Zhao Qing's beautiful eyes widened in surprise, clearly astonished. Simply comprehending a top-tier combat technique was remarkable. However, to blend and integrate other martial intents in such a way was incredibly difficult, even for a genius; few dared to attempt it. Yet, Chu Feng was doing exactly that! Anyone audacious enough to attempt this, regardless of success, was inherently extraordinary and commanded respect.

Air flowed in and out of Chu Feng's mouth and nose, then through every pore on his body. He was circulating his breathing technique, executing his fist forms, attempting to merge the different boxing styles into a single unified one.

When he finally stopped, it was still early morning, the sun not yet high in the sky. His entire body gleamed with a brilliant luster, as if coated in a precious aura, resembling immortal divine gold. Chu Feng was confident that the 30% increase in his physical constitution, attributed to the Skyfire Liquid, was now complete.

On the ship, Yuan Mo, Zhan He, and the others also began their cultivation, diligently performing their breathing techniques. Only Zi Luan seemed somewhat languid, half-reclining in a rattan chair. She faced the red sun, enjoyed the sea breeze, and occasionally sipped red wine from a stemmed glass, looking utterly relaxed.

Chu Feng now fully understood why this proud young woman's strength was unremarkable. Despite being a Saintess from an advanced planet, she simply wasn't diligent enough, resulting in a low cultivation level. Her excessive laziness was evident; she was so leisurely early in the morning, indulging in fine wine and sunshine instead of cultivating. Looking around, the others were all diligently absorbing energy. Even the Great Demoness Zhao Qing, usually so alluring, was remarkably serious in the morning, sitting cross-legged on the deck and practicing a special breathing technique. Even Luo Miaoxiang and Qi Yu, who had been quite unhappy recently and constantly plotted their escape, were earnestly performing their morning exercises under the pervasive glow of dawn, absorbing fresh energy to purify themselves.

Chu Feng looked at Zi Luan and said, "You seem very idle, don't you? Come over here and help me apply this ointment and give me a massage." He had hunted down a group of God Sons and Saintesses, and before selling them, he had naturally stripped them of all their possessions. Among these was a so-called "Star Sea Red Flower," which could invigorate bloodlines and enhance cellular activity. It was ideal for application to the body after training to promote evolution.

Zi Luan first turned around in a fluster, and then, upon seeing his gleaming, bare upper body, her small face immediately flushed. She quickly raised her stemmed wine glass and drank the last of the red wine, using it to mask her embarrassment. "What an eyesore!" she muttered under her breath, almost inaudibly.

Then, with a haughty refusal, she declared, "Massaging your back is my limit. I absolutely won't apply ointment or give you a full massage. Not even my brother has ever received such treatment!"

"Such 'treatment'... unless your brother has a sister complex, or you have a brother complex!" Chu Feng retorted.

"You!" Zi Luan's face instantly turned crimson again.

"They're all cultivating. Why are you so lazy?" Chu Feng inquired.

"I've already applied the Skyfire Liquid, and my physique is improving every day," Zi Luan asserted, raising her delicate, snow-white chin. "I believe in being content with what you have; good enough is good enough." As she spoke, she indulged in a rather ill-timed and dainty stretch.

Chu Feng looked at her and said, "As a captive, you spend your days enjoying the sea breeze, watching sunrises, and savoring red wine. Is this your idea of a leisurely life, or are you on vacation? Speaking of which, I already sold you last time."

However, Zi Luan showed no fear. She let out a small yawn and said, "The buyer canceled the order, so the transaction failed." Since her brother and father were the buyers, she naturally had nothing to fear and also hoped the order would be canceled to prevent her family from being blackmailed.

Chu Feng looked at her and said, "Tell your brother Zi Xiao that even if he cancels the order, he still needs to mail me the batch of secret manuals that were part of our last agreement."

"What?!" Zi Luan reacted like a startled rabbit, her eyes widening as she instinctively recoiled a few steps.

"What's with the 'what'?" Chu Feng scoffed. "Do you really think I didn't know it was your family trying to buy you? It was quite amusing how those two were desperately bidding against each other last time—I suppose it was a family mix-up, wasn't it?"

"You..." Zi Luan's face instantly turned bright red. Last time, her brother and father had bid against each other with such ferocity they practically wanted to devour one another, only to realize who they were at the end, leaving them both stunned. Her father had almost gone to the Primal Chaos Palace to strike her brother.

"Quickly contact your family. I really need those ancient texts we discussed last time," Chu Feng urged. Those texts detailed methods of self-creation, emphasizing that what suited oneself was best. Chu Feng felt that the theories of this particular school were exceptionally well-suited for him. If combined with breathing techniques, divine abilities would naturally emerge and wondrous arts would manifest on their own—a prospect that was undoubtedly even more exciting.

At first, Zi Luan was still hesitant, stubbornly refusing to admit they were her family members. Chu Feng, however, was direct. He contacted Zi Xiao directly, knowing him to be a renowned genius from the Primal Chaos Palace among the younger generation, and a golden account member on the Primordial Beast Platform.

That day, Zi Xiao was furious because Chu Feng had come knocking, directly demanding protection money from him. "Why?" Zi Xiao had never been extorted in such a manner. The Primal Chaos Palace was founded by a forbidden figure of the Heaven-Reflecting level, and as a prodigy there, his status was naturally very high.

"Because I'm taking care of your sister!" Chu Feng retorted.

Hearing this, Zi Xiao instantly became enraged. "Taking care of your sister"? The phrase was far from pleasant; it sounded like an insult, or perhaps a blatant attempt to take advantage, creating the distinct impression of a cheap brother-in-law.

"Chu Feng, I warn you..."

"Hold it right there. Are you paying the protection fee or not? If not, there's nothing I can do. After tonight, by tomorrow morning, I'll be calling you 'Brother-in-law'."

Zi Xiao's fingers trembled with frustration, but ultimately, he compromised. He immediately contacted his father, arranging for various ancient texts to be shipped to Earth via Tongtian Express.

Not long after, Chu Feng received a large package filled with books. He then became completely engrossed, neglecting sleep and meals as he meticulously studied the theories of this school, reading intently every day before putting them into practice.

A few days later, the space outside Earth became turbulent. Warships appeared across the sky, announcing the arrival of the Mechanical Race's God Son. Simultaneously, members of the Xilin Clan also arrived, with the genius known as the Xilin Clan's First God Son preparing to enter Earth's main spatial region. As the news spread, the starfield erupted in commotion. People knew a storm was about to break.

The Xilin Clan was a group of powerful individuals who had rebelled and left Earth long ago. Now, their God Son was returning, aiming to seize control of Earth, a move with profound implications. The upcoming confrontation between the Xilin Clan's God Son and Chu Feng revolved around a so-called struggle for true lineage.

At this moment, Yu Chi Kong finally appeared, locating Chu Feng and delivering some news. "My apologies, I'm late. I encountered some issues on the way. Anyway, to get to the point, Zhou Shang has agreed to a private sparring match with you."

Chu Feng was indifferent. With powerful external enemies already converging, he had no time to entertain the so-called Earth's True Son. "Instead of internal conflict," Chu Feng suggested, "Zhou Shang and I should compete to see who can kill more Xilin Clan experts, and who can eliminate the Mechanical Race's God Son!"