Chapter 551: Reunion

Giant, almost rotting ships, each immensely large, traversed the sky, enveloped in thick mist. They were densely packed with skeletal creatures.

Ten enormous battleships, grouped together, created an immense oppressive force that disrupted the tranquility of the East Sea, causing many sea creatures to tremble and their hair stand on end.

Even those hiding at the bottom of the sea felt an unusual sense of oppression, as if meteorites were falling from the sky to destroy the world, casting a pall of death over everything.

In fact, these putrid-smelling ships were far from quiet. Howls, roars, and long cries seemed to rip through the void.

Above the East Sea, sound waves surged and reverberated ceaselessly.

Each ship carried thousands of beings, ranging from ant-sized creatures to mountain-sized pterodactyls, peacocks, and golden-maned *hou*, representing a vast array of species.

They were emaciated, with only a layer of withered skin covering their bones and deeply sunken eyes. Some of these living dead were already on the verge of decay, but now, breaking from their former stillness, they were all in a frenzy. The fires of their souls pulsed violently within their heads, and each one was exhilarated and agitated.

It was as if, after sleeping for thousands or tens of thousands of years, they had suddenly awoken, filled with curiosity about the entire world. Naturally, many also harbored hostility and destructive tendencies.

"One arrow through the clouds, and thousands of troops come to meet! Let's go, damn it! The divine sons and saints from beyond the domain have gone too far. Today, we'll let them taste what it's like to be hunted."

At the bow of the first ship, the Black Ox stood tall and majestic, waving his hand, leading the way.

At that moment, he began to style himself, donning essential large sunglasses. At the same time, he bit down on a cigar as thick as a carrot and began to light it.

"Something's happening!" exclaimed Ouyang Feng. His eyes were keen, for divine blood flowed within him. He was a true descendant of a divine beast, not of mixed lineage. Having evolved to this level, his dual pupils were comparable to the Eye of Heaven.

"Hm, someone's breaking through, a being at the Contemplation level!" The Yellow Ox also stared at the sea ahead, where a surge of vital energy erupted, swirling upwards into the sky.

The Northeast Tiger's spirits immediately lifted upon hearing this. Staring with his large, bell-like eyes, he declared, "No need to think too much. Besides our brother Chu Feng, anyone at the Contemplation level in the East Sea right now must be a bastard from beyond the domain. Let's go, let's take them down!"

The Black Ox shouted, "Charge! The enemy is ahead! So, beings at the Contemplation level want to dominate here too? Brothers, our first battle has begun! We must sweep them away, crush them directly, and end the fight in an instant, or it will be too shameful!"

The Northeast Tiger added, "Be careful not to kill them. We need to capture them alive, otherwise, we can't sell them!"

In the distance, a five-colored ship drifted on the sea, carried by the waves. Yuan Mo sat cross-legged on the deck, performing a breathing technique, absorbing the free energy particles from heaven and earth as he broke through. He had once self-crippled his cultivation and was now recovering to the Contemplation level. For a moment, the area was swept by fierce winds and clouds, and a powerful surge of vital energy erupted from him, shooting into the sky.

Not far away, Zi Luan was lazily sunbathing, half-reclining on a rattan chair, enjoying the sea breeze. Holding a wine glass, she appeared carefree and leisurely, occasionally sipping the fine wine, completely at ease.

Others, including Li Feng, Zhan He, and the Great Witch Zhao Qing, were also present, studying profound arts and cultivating themselves.

"Who's there?!" Yuan Mo instantly stood up. After returning to the Contemplation level, his strength had surged dramatically, and his senses were incredibly acute.

However, the ten rotting ships were too fast, seemingly tearing through the void. These were treasure ships from Mount Immemorial, naturally of a very high caliber.

Yuan Mo, Zi Luan, Zhao Qing, Zhan He, and the others were greatly startled; they had been surrounded.

"Halt! Divine King Ouyang Feng is here! I hereby solemnly declare that you are under arrest and are all my private property!" The toad was domineering and boisterous, leaping directly onto the five-colored ship as if proclaiming sovereignty.

Damn it!

Yuan Mo, this cold and cool man, couldn't help but curse under his breath, not because of the disrespectful words, but because when Ouyang Feng spoke, torrents of saliva rained down, absolutely unbearable.

As for the delicate Zi Luan, she shrieked, dropped her wine glass, and quickly retreated behind the others to take cover.

"Suppress them all! They dared to besiege and bully my brother Chu Feng, now we're going to hunt them instead!" The Black Ox waved his hand, ordering the undead legion on the ships to attack.

"What? Chu Feng is your brother? Don't misunderstand, we're on the same side!" The shrewd Great Witch Zhao Qing immediately shouted upon hearing those words.

However, this group had just emerged from seclusion and were still highly agitated, so they paid no attention and didn't believe her.

Boom!

In a flash, the five-colored ship was swarming with undead creatures, along with prodigious masters like Ouyang Feng and the Yellow Ox on the attack. Yuan Mo, Zhan He, and the others cursed as they were quickly overwhelmed and ultimately captured alive.

Only Luo Miaoxiang was not there, having been taken away by Chu Feng in a spatial bottle, to be used for negotiations with Qin Luoyin from the Pure Land of Great Dream.

It wasn't that Yuan Mo wasn't strong enough, but he was engulfed in a sea of countless undead legion members. These creatures were once prodigies of the demon race, otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to enter Mount Immemorial at all.

Unfortunately, they had all failed their trials, becoming living dead, waiting to be summoned by successful trial-takers from later generations to join their legions.

"Advance to the land!"

"What? They say they really know brother Chu Feng, and that he's in Kunlun, confronting the Young God of the Deva Race, and a life-or-death battle is imminent."

"What are we waiting for? To Kunlun!"

Like a whirlwind scattering clouds, the ten ships sailed abreast, mighty and grand, dispersing the clouds across the sky as they traversed. They flew over famous mountains and entered the western regions.

Meanwhile, in the Kunlun Mountains.

The atmosphere was extremely tense, to the point of being a powder keg.

"Everyone, step back!" Chu Feng told the people from Mount Wangwu, the Himalayas, and other secret realms, along with Zhou Quan, to retreat and not worry about him. He stood alone at the very front, confronting the divine sons and saints, even wanting to break through their obstruction to kill the Young God.

"Chu Feng, a wise man knows how to adapt to circumstances. If you pledge allegiance to me, you can still become my follower. This is your last chance," Luo Yi, the Young God of the Deva Race, spoke calmly and indifferently.

At this moment, his expression was indifferent, golden hair cascaded over his shoulders, and his aura was chilling, giving off an oppressive feeling. He appeared somewhat arrogant and high-handed.

His overture was naturally ignored by Chu Feng, who instead intended to make him a servant.

A divine son shouted, "Chu Feng, one should know one's place! Your arrogant demeanor has accelerated your demise, trapping yourself in a desperate situation. You will die right here, right now!"

"Who are you, and what's your name?"

To everyone's surprise, Chu Feng's reaction was calm; he didn't get angry and actually asked for the divine son's name.

"Teng Chong!" the man responded coldly.

Chu Feng nodded and said, "Hm, I've got you noted. You're the first divine son to stick your neck out and openly challenge me. When I sell you later, I definitely won't take less than forty billion cosmic coins. You'd better tell your family to start raising funds. If they can't gather enough, and I can't sell you, I'll definitely chop you up. I don't keep freeloaders."

Everyone: "..."

Teng Chong: "You...!"

Was this meant to kill the chicken to warn the monkeys? This method was too unconventional, both hilarious and, upon closer thought, awe-inspiring.

Because Chu Feng rarely made empty threats; if he said something like that, he would most likely do it.

In the starry sky, Teng Chong's sect and his clansmen were a bit nervous, wondering if they should pay the ransom if that demonic Chu Feng actually did something like that.

Teng Chong was also startled, but even if he wasn't a match, he wouldn't back down. He spoke assertively, "This is truly ridiculous. Do you think you're a god? How dare you be so presumptuous and arrogant? With the Young God here, what waves can you possibly make? With all our fellow cultivators present, rising up to slay a demon, can you resist? You're just posturing and boasting now!"

Chu Feng scoffed, "You're really laying it on thick with Luo Yi, but haven't you heard that the nail that sticks out gets hammered first? As a special offer for a repeat customer, I've decided to sell other divine sons and saints for just ten billion cosmic coins today, but you will cost forty billion cosmic coins—not a single copper coin less!"

Then, he moved. Even facing a multitude of powerful figures, he dared to strike first.

In Chu Feng's view, this was a life-and-death trial. Sooner or later, he would venture into the starry sky and face many terrifying adversaries. Though there were many divine sons and saints now, this was merely a prelude to the true dangers.

He was not afraid; instead, he treated this danger as a trial, forging his body in the flames to test the results of his evolution.

Chu Feng's sudden attack caught everyone by surprise. They hadn't expected him to be so proactive, exploding into action without warning.

And then... Teng Chong met a tragic fate!

Because he was standing at the very front, and when Chu Feng suddenly attacked, most others didn't react in time. The Secret Art of Heaven's Edge, Earth's Proximity, was terrifyingly fast.

Almost instantly, Teng Chong clashed with Chu Feng, and then a burst of energy light erupted as they collided directly.

The outcome was obvious: Teng Chong screamed, his body nearly disintegrated, covered in cracks from Chu Feng's shockwave. He was captured alive on the spot and held in Chu Feng's hand.

"Forty billion cosmic coins!" Chu Feng shouted up into the sky.

Beyond the domain, the faces of all the elders in Teng Chong's family immediately darkened, their hearts heavy. Some old men couldn't help but want to curse.

"You little wretch, why did you have to be the first to stick your neck out? Even if it was to curry favor with the Young God, a few words would have sufficed! Why stand at the very front?!"

"You rebellious son, you idiot! You've truly disgraced our Teng family, being the first to be captured!"

Many of the Teng family members couldn't bear it and wanted to beat Teng Chong to death.

Beyond the domain, a cacophony erupted.

On the Primordial Beast platform, discussions also rose and fell.

Right from the start, Chu Feng was incredibly strong, capturing someone right in front of the Deva Race's Young God and making such pronouncements, extorting the Teng family.

People sighed, thinking this guy was beyond help, going further and further down the path of a human trafficker!

In Kunlun, a group of divine sons and saints wore ugly expressions. Teng Chong's capture, and his destined sale, caused them to lose face as well.

"Take him down! Are so many of us still not a match for him? Capture him alive and hand him over to the Young God for disposal!" someone shouted, calling on everyone to attack together. In some people's eyes, even a portion of the more than two hundred divine sons and saints at the Contemplation level would be enough to kill Chu Feng!

"If you can't do it, then all of you step back. I will capture and kill him myself!" The Young God of the Deva Race spoke, his expression cold. Golden light emanated from his entire body, radiating divine might that awed the Kunlun Mountains. He was like a true deity!

"Why use an ox-cleaver to kill a chicken? Young God, please step back, we are more than enough. He's just a Chosen Son from a declining place. No matter how formidable he is, facing so many fellow cultivators, he can only kneel. We'll make him submit at the Young God's feet in a moment!"

There was never a shortage of sycophants. Just after Teng Chong was captured, another person stepped forward to flatter the Young God of the Deva Race in such a manner.

Of course, this person was more cautious. Instead of standing at the very front, he kept his distance from Chu Feng and coordinated with everyone else to attack together.

"Go, kill him!"

"Let's work together to rescue our captured comrade."

"There's no need for rules when dealing with someone like him. He's utterly wicked; his spatial bottle contains at least dozens of divine sons and saints. We must rescue our comrades!"

Several people spoke up one after another, then all unleashed their strongest energy. Light swept forth as they prepared to launch a joint attack and hunt Chu Feng.

In the distance, intense energy fluctuations were heard, creating an absurdly loud commotion that made the ground in the Kunlun Mountains tremble. This instantly drew everyone's attention, and they were all greatly surprised.

They could see mushroom clouds rising at the horizon, and colossal, rotting ships traversing the sky!

On the horizon, the Black Ox, Northeast Tiger, Old Donkey, and others were commanding the battleships to open fire, pursuing a mysterious figure.

As they neared Kunlun, divine light shot from Ouyang Feng's eyes, revealing an old man sitting on a verdant bamboo boat, gazing at Kunlun Mountain, clearly observing the battle.

At that moment, two golden lines also shot from the Yellow Ox's pupils; he, too, spotted the man and was displeased because the bamboo boat had a small red clay stove and tea sets, indicating the man was leisurely drinking tea while watching the fight, which irritated the Yellow Ox.

The end result was that the Yellow Ox and Ouyang Feng led their forces forward to attack. On their way to Kunlun Mountain, they first engaged with Yu Chi Kong.

"The battleships have a Sky Demon monitoring system. Activate it and lock onto him!" the Yellow Ox commanded.

This was because the old man was incredibly powerful; during their first strike, he had managed to break through with ease.

It must be said that the rotting ships were terrifying. After all, they originated from Mount Immemorial. Now that the Sky Demon monitoring system was activated, each ship had black pupils opening, capable of piercing through everything.

This monitoring system was comparable to the Eye of Heaven. At close range, even Yu Chi Kong's extraordinary green bamboo boat was detected.

Yu Chi Kong's expression then turned rather grim. He was furiously pursued and attacked by the Black Ox, Northeast Tiger, Yellow Ox, Ouyang Feng, and others.

Yu Chi Kong did not want to be exposed. As a guardian of the True Son, he had no desire to be scrutinized or noticed by those from beyond the domain.

He didn't fight to the death, only attempting to escape, but the result was a highly undignified retreat. Surrounded by the ten rotting ships from Mount Immemorial, he nearly revealed his true form and was almost exposed to the celestial eyes from beyond the domain.

The rotting ships surged with dark light, channeling the combined energy of all the undead legion members to bombard Yu Chi Kong.

"Yellow Ox, Big Old Black!" Chu Feng shouted, his nerves tingling and emotions surging. He had already seen those figures on the horizon, recognized his old friends, and immediately felt a rush of excitement, warmth spreading through his body, and his blood coursing.

"Chu Feng!" The people on the other side also yelled.

"Brothers!"

Yu Chi Kong's bamboo boat was buffeted by dark light, pitching and rolling violently. He was nearly knocked overboard by the impact, and his face was exceedingly grim.

Yuan Mo, soaking wet, was surprisingly the first to move, flying towards Chu Feng's side. He no longer wanted to stay on Ouyang Feng's ship, even though the misunderstanding had long been cleared and he knew they were "on the same side."

"Congratulations, you've recovered to the Contemplation realm." Chu Feng looked at him, then, quite surprised, asked, "Why are you all wet? Did you fall into the water?"

Yuan Mo immediately glared at Ouyang Feng in the distance, the cold demon's eyes filled with resentment!

He really wanted to say, "Damn it, I'm never fighting that toad again! His torrential downpour of saliva is absolutely unbearable!"