Chapter 810: Little Brother-in-Law Goes Crazy

A very young child softly chanted there, "Heaven spares no one," watching like it was a show. His small face was flushed, happy and excited, especially after seeing his father struck down and engulfed by crimson lightning, at which point he jumped up and down in excitement.

Not far away, the silver-haired loli looked at him with a strange expression, then whispered to her sister, "Sis, he's a rebellious son. You should quickly have a child; I guarantee yours will be more favored than him and his mother."

"Ow, why'd you hit me? That hurts so much! Wasn't it for your own good?!"

On the other side, Qin Luoyin heard this, looked at the young Daoist, and her expression immediately darkened. With a whoosh, she grabbed his ear, lifted him, and pulled him back for a "lesson."

Chu Feng was in a terrible state, his entire body smoking black from the lightning strikes. This thunder tribulation was even more terrifying than the last; the lightning bolts were thicker, and the electric arcs were denser.

Bang, bang, bang...In moments, he was knocked off balance, trembling all over. Electric arcs sprayed from his mouth, and his entire body was enveloped in lightning.

"Ah... it's killing your Grandpa Ouyang! This is brutal; the power is too strong. Without a physical body, I really can't hold on much longer." Ouyang Feng was also howling.

It wasn't that they weren't strong enough; it was mainly because they lacked a physical body to protect their souls. One must know that soul bodies are most vulnerable to lightning strikes!

Just imagine, many ghostly entities can't even stand sunlight, let alone thunder and lightning?

Although they possessed Yang Souls, they had no physical bodies. Enduring the tribulation solely with soul light was still too terrifying. To truly survive it would demonstrate extraordinary power.

A burst of green light blasted Ouyang Feng to the ground. He howled, and finally, he couldn't take it anymore and rolled around frantically.

Thump, thump, thump...Yet, the lightning continued to intertwine, striking down one bolt after another. The cosmic order was merciless, relentlessly bombarding him. The ground was torn open, and magma spewed forth as if from a volcanic eruption!

Finally, Ouyang Feng used his life-saving ultimate move, retracting his head and limbs, including his wings, into his black tortoise shell, becoming a complete "head-retracted black tortoise!"

Crack!This time, a green lightning bolt struck the tortoise shell with a deafening sound, but it didn't inflict fatal damage. He endured it.

Even in his soul body state, his tortoise shell was astonishingly sturdy, containing incomplete order patterns that could withstand the overwhelming lightning.

It could be said that the soul body corresponds to the physical body; whichever part of the physical body is strong, it will still manifest in the soul light.

"It scared your Grandpa Ouyang to death; I almost bit the dust just now! I finally found a way to take shelter. As a Hegemon God Body, I absolutely cannot be weak!" Ouyang Feng gloated, having blocked the thunder tribulation, a triumphant look on his face.

Although he was also giving his all, pouring his soul light and mental energy into the tortoise shell, he felt quite pleased watching Chu Feng's miserable state.

There's no harm without comparison. He was in a much better situation than Chu Feng now.

Once he relaxed, his nerves weren't as taut. He looked up at the sky and immediately felt dizzy, shouting, "Green! It's green again! Are you trying to piss off your Grandpa Ouyang?! Why?!"

The sky was filled with green lightning, covering his location. He gnashed his teeth, stomping his feet in indignant protest.

"Ah..." When he heard Chu Feng's pained cry, he instinctively recoiled and quickly settled down.

This wave of lightning was much more ferocious than the last, truly intending to obliterate them. If they didn't treat it seriously, they could die at any moment. Chu Feng was in danger.

Ying Zhexian, Qin Luoyin, and Ying Xiaoxiao were also very nervous. They could tell that Chu Feng was struggling immensely this time.

Crimson lightning crackled densely, knocking him off balance and dimming his soul light. Several times, he was struck deep into the magma underground.

He thought hiding underground would reduce the damage, but it was nothing of the sort. The lightning all blasted into the earth, trapping him in one spot and repeatedly striking him, forming a "lightning nest."

Soon after, Ouyang Feng also cried out in pain as his tortoise shell cracked. Frightened, he no longer dared to be lazy, extending his limbs and head to quickly resist.

What followed was a scene of wailing and howling. Ouyang Feng's curses, accompanied by the lightning, never ceased until, at last, he was struck until he was barely alive and couldn't utter another sound.

Crimson lightning and green lightning, terrifying beyond measure, intertwined and finally began to subside.

This time was truly perilous. Chu Feng seemed to have shrunk a size; his mental energy and soul light, having been struck, were reduced, but they were also more condensed, and his Yang energy surged.

Ouyang Feng wasn't much better; his tortoise shell was shattered, and he was so weak and dispirited that he couldn't move from where he lay.

"Are you alright, brother-in-law?" the silver-haired loli asked, concerned.

"I'm fine!" Chu Feng sat on the ground and immediately began to circulate his breathing technique, recovering rapidly and making his soul light shine brightly once more.

At the same time, he was extremely serious, warning Ouyang Feng to immediately circulate his divine beast breathing technique and adjust himself to his optimal state.

"What do you mean?" Ouyang Feng, who had been badly battered, didn't want to move at all and was still spewing electric arcs from his ears, nostrils, and mouth.

Chu Feng warned with a solemn expression, "Get moving quickly! You need to prepare to wear a green hat!"

"What?! Say that again if you dare! Your Grandpa Ouyang will beat you to death!" Ouyang Feng immediately jumped up.

"I'm talking about the heavenly tribulation! You need to prepare for a hat-trick; it looks like the green lightning will come at least three times!" Chu Feng said very seriously.

He himself was desperately circulating his breathing technique and adjusting his state, precisely to guard against the third heavenly tribulation, no longer daring to maintain a benevolent fatherly demeanor.

He realized that he and Ouyang Feng had recently extracted too many divine particles by circulating their special arts, which had drawn the punishment of the world's rules.

From a fatalistic perspective, this was a major karma, an annihilation by order. Their excessive killing in the preceding period now demanded a heavy price.

Indeed, the third heavenly tribulation arrived as expected, even more rapid than before, giving them no time to catch their breath. It struck directly and was even more potent than the last.

It was incredibly dangerous; the entire mountain forest trembled. Amidst the crimson electric light and under the thunder, vast swathes of forest were destroyed, leaving an endless expanse of ashes, and the ground was crumbling.

Chu Feng was struck by this wave of lightning and vanished, blasted deep into the earth's layers.

"Ah... it hurts so much!" Ouyang Feng also let out a shrill scream, no longer caring that the lightning was green again.

By the end, Chu Feng and Ouyang Feng barely managed to survive the tribulation, escaping death by a hair's breadth. Ying Zhexian and Qin Luoyin watched silently, their expressions incredibly serious, staring intently.

The young Daoist also fell silent, as it was truly not appropriate for a son to speak much at such a critical juncture. His father might well perish there.

The duration wasn't very long, but for Chu Feng and Ouyang Feng, it felt as long as a century.

When the lightning vanished, their soul lights were almost blasted apart; they narrowly escaped death, brushing past the Grim Reaper.

Then, they both got up without a word and quickly sat cross-legged, fearing the arrival of a "grand slam" (a fourth tribulation)!

Fortunately, things weren't as bad as they imagined; the heavenly tribulation, a total of three waves, had completely ended.

Chu Feng was surprised to find that his mental energy and soul light had dropped a notch, falling directly to the middle stage of the Shaping realm!

Before this, he had already been comparable to those at the Golden Body realm!

Ouyang Feng was the same; his mental energy and soul light also plummeted, a notch below the Golden Body realm.

Both had solemn expressions, silently contemplating the changes within themselves.

Soon, they showed joy, because when they used their mental energy and soul light, the wondrous arts they cast were no less powerful; they were just as potent.

"This is extraction and compression, tempering mental energy and soul light a thousand times over, retaining the essence, and discarding the dross. This is a beneficial burden reduction."

When he realized this, Chu Feng's face lit up with joy, meaning he was now even stronger within the same realm!

Everything ended, and Chu Feng reverted to his benevolent father persona. He went to find the young Daoist, and then... picked him up.

That's right, he picked him up by holding him. He was always worried about being ambushed by this little guy, fearing that he might suddenly unleash a powerful move on him.

The young Daoist was fuming.

"He doesn't have a name yet, does he?" Chu Feng asked Qin Luoyin.

Qin Luoyin thought of their past together, and for a moment, she gritted her teeth, fell silent, and felt a strange sensation, her emotions utterly complex.

"If he doesn't have a name, let's give him one," Chu Feng said.

"This humble Daoist has one. In my previous life, I was unmatched in the world."

Chu Feng said sternly, "Shut up. Your previous life turned to ashes and is now past. In this life, you are my son, and I will protect you completely."

There was no room for discussion on this matter. He behaved very domineeringly, warning the young Daoist that he was his son in this life and should not dwell on his previous existence.

"You came into this world fraught with many hardships, and the path of cultivation is so difficult. So I'll give you a single name: 'Nan' (meaning 'hardship' or 'difficulty'), to constantly remind yourself. Chu Nan!"

"Chu Nan, that's profound, very deep." Ouyang Feng poked his head over, nodding in praise.

At first, the young Daoist was somewhat satisfied, but when he heard it read out loud, he immediately got agitated, saying, "Damn it! I'd rather die than have this rotten name!"

Qin Luoyin also rolled her eyes, then warned Chu Feng not to talk nonsense if he wasn't good at naming.

The silver-haired loli smiled sweetly and said, "How do I feel like brother-in-law is deliberately changing the subject? By the way, brother-in-law, regarding my sister and sister Luoyin, who exactly are you going to choose?"

Chu Feng inwardly cursed; this sister-in-law was too precocious. She could see through his intentions so easily; he couldn't even shift the focus. The matter had returned to its terrible starting point.

The young Daoist came to a realization and then wanted to stomp his feet. This father, in order to divert conflict and extricate himself from the whirlpool, actually resorted to using his son's name to create trouble. How shameful, how despicable! He should have known long ago what kind of person this father was, having already witnessed it in his previous reincarnations.

"Luoyin, how did you get here? What's happening in the outside world?" Chu Feng changed the subject again.

When these matters were mentioned, Qin Luoyin's expression became solemn. She informed them that the situation was dire; Marquis Lingwei had dispatched a large number of experts to hunt down spiritual bodies like them.

"The losses are heavy; hundreds of people from my Great Dream Pure Land were scattered, and over eighty percent of them were killed!"

This was the terrible news Qin Luoyin brought.

"Have you seen my younger brother?" Ying Zhexian asked.

"Yes, what about my elder brother?" Ying Xiaoxiao also hastily inquired.

Chu Feng breathed a sigh of relief; this time, his attempt to change the subject was finally effective.

"Brother Ying is also in a very bad situation. Not long ago, I saw him from afar; he was heavily wounded, being pursued by Marquis Lingwei's fourth son and his men, and a divine archer shot off his right arm!"

"What?!" Ying Xiaoxiao exclaimed. Her extraordinarily skilled brother was actually in such a terrible state; her heart immediately clenched.

"Let's go, what are we waiting for? Let's go rescue him immediately!" Chu Feng said, finally able to bluff his way through the current predicament.

Qin Luoyin reminded them, "Marquis Lingwei's fourth son is at the early stage of the Golden Body realm, with profound strength. The divine archers he leads are also at the Golden Body realm; they are not to be resisted head-on."

"It's nothing serious; it's not like we haven't blasted them before!" Chu Feng waved his hand imperiously, telling her to lead the way.

"Let's go! Just killing one Pulin isn't enough; let's go take down his older brother! How dare he hunt our people? Let's get revenge!" Ouyang Feng also shouted.

In fact, he wanted to go circulate his special arts, temper divine particles, and make himself stronger, though of course, he dared not be overly reckless.

Regarding enduring three consecutive thunder tribulations this time, both he and Chu Feng were filled with lingering fear. Without physical bodies, enduring this was roughly equivalent to someone with a physical body surviving more than four heavenly tribulations!

"Can you two manage?" the silver-haired loli asked, worried that Chu Feng and Ouyang Feng, having just completed their tribulation, might not have sufficient combat power.

"Don't worry, we're in excellent condition. Rescuing them is urgent; let's set off immediately."

Their group sped off like the wind, rapidly setting out to rescue Ying Wudi.

"My brother's soul artifact is a silver shuttle, possessing extreme speed. Even someone at the Great Perfection of the Golden Body realm might not be able to catch him." Ying Xiaoxiao firmly believed her brother was still alive.

They traveled for over half a day, hurrying along with their soul light, moving incredibly fast. They traversed a certain area of the Fierce Beast Plateau, frantically searching for someone.

Half a day later, they found a clue because they discovered people from the same universe being pursued.

Chu Feng and Ying Zhexian teamed up, unleashing a Seven Treasures Divine Art directly. With a flash of light, they completely annihilated a cavalry squad; not a single one of the dozen-plus individuals remained.

The young Daoist's eyes went wide as he exclaimed, "Is this the Yang Realm's... Seven Treasures Divine Art?!"

"Where is Ying Wudi?" Chu Feng demanded.

The two rescued individuals were stunned, instinctively replying, "He's deep within this dense forest. We saw him not long ago; he's close to death, being hunted by a divine archer."

Chu Feng and the others vanished instantly, pursuing them all the way.

Half an hour later, in a dense, primeval mountain forest, they found a lead: a group of people was pursuing someone.

It must be said that Ying Wudi's escape skills were top-notch, certainly related to his soul artifact, the silver shuttle, which granted him extreme speed. Even those at the Great Perfection of the Golden Body realm couldn't catch him.

Yet, even so, after days of this, he was on the verge of death. Divine arrows had grazed his body multiple times, sometimes even slightly splitting open his soul light.

His arms had been shattered, and his legs had also been blasted apart!

Because they were soul light and mental energy, they could be replenished and reassembled after being shattered, but his mental energy was rapidly depleting. He was so exhausted that he was barely able to control the silver shuttle.

As Chu Feng and the others approached from a distance, seeing Ying Wudi fleeing, Ying Xiaoxiao anxiously called out, "Brother, come this way!"

"This is Marquis Lingwei's affair; everyone get lost!" From another direction, a young man who somewhat resembled Pulin shouted, arrogant and domineering.

He had long since ascertained that Ying Wudi was related by blood to Ying Zhexian, one of the fierce individuals in Chu Feng's group; they were siblings, and Ying Wudi had to be captured.

Ouyang Feng glared, saying, "Pfft, Marquis Lingwei is nothing! We already killed one of his sons; Pulin was dealt with by your grandpa! You look a lot like him, so you're probably Pulin's brother, right? Come on, come on, come on, your Grandpa Ouyang will send you on your way too!"

"What?!" The young man, full of malevolence, erupted with monstrous blood energy after hearing those words, which surged towards them. He declared, "Mere small ghosts, Yin spirits, dare to speak to me like that?! All of you, explode!"

He roared, leading hundreds of soldiers in an attack. In their view, the army's blood energy was terrifyingly formidable, specifically designed to counter such spiritual bodies, ensuring instant obliteration.

However, they were disappointed. Chu Feng and the others possessed Yang Souls and were fearless of the surging blood energy.

"Shoot them down!" the young man roared.

"Kill!"

Chu Feng and Ying Zhexian gave a soft shout. The two of them joined forces, flying side-by-side, their soul lights connected, and they soared forward with a whoosh.

It must be said that the Seven Treasures Divine Art was astounding; it had a terrifying reputation even in the Yang Realm, let alone the Yin Realm, where it was considered an unrivaled art, shaking past and present!

The nine divine archers bore the brunt, being blasted apart by the brilliant seven-colored light, exploding on the spot, and blood mist permeated the air.

"What?!" The group behind them trembled. Were these still the Yin spirits and ghostly entities described in their intelligence reports? Even with divine beast blood, they were too perverse, capable of instantly killing their divine archers.

Ultimately, because no one had witnessed Chu Feng and Ying Zhexian kill Pulin, they assumed it was mainly due to an accident, and thus, they were all careless and negligent.

"Kill!" Chu Feng and Ying Zhexian joined forces. The former acted to make an impression and save his brother-in-law, while the latter was distraught with concern; that was her biological younger brother, so naturally, they both did everything in their power to annihilate the enemies there.

In mere moments, this cavalry of several hundred collapsed. Even if they were brave and fearless of death, they couldn't withstand such a massacre. The cavalry scattered and fled, utterly defeated.

"You still want to run?!" Chu Feng fixed his gaze on the young man and teamed up with Ying Zhexian to blast him. With a wet squish, he was shattered.

As expected, this person had a substitute death talisman and a wisp of Marquis Lingwei's soul light on him.

However, this time, Ying Zhexian and Chu Feng were well-prepared and had made significant progress in strength over the past month. They successfully eliminated this person and that wisp of Marquis Lingwei's soul light, utterly killing him.

"Brother-in-law is mighty!" the silver-haired loli shouted loudly.

"Ah..." In a city hundreds of thousands of miles away, Marquis Lingwei roared with thunderous fury. He knew: his fourth son was dead!

On the Fierce Beast Plateau, after Chu Feng and Ying Zhexian killed Marquis Lingwei's fourth son, they knew they had formed a major feud. However, when one has many problems, one doesn't fear adding another, so they were fearless.

"Brother!" Ying Xiaoxiao rushed over and embraced the tottering Ying Wudi. This young prodigy was now in a terrible state, his soul light dim, having almost been shot apart multiple times. His soul was on the verge of scattering.

"Xiaoxiao, did you just call him brother-in-law?" Ying Wudi asked weakly.

"Yes, just a while ago, he pulled our sister into dual cultivation. What else would I call him but brother-in-law?"

Upon hearing this, Ying Wudi immediately became agitated. Damn it, he instinctively thought that Chu Feng had forced her, because he knew his sister—she was aloof and detached from worldly affairs. Otherwise, how could she agree to dual cultivation? Just a month ago, they were still enemies and had even besieged Chu Feng!

Furthermore, his sister Ying Xiaoxiao had just said the same thing: that Chu Feng had "pulled" his sister into dual cultivation. He guessed that his sister hadn't done it voluntarily.

Therefore, Ying Wudi's eyes turned red, and he wanted to fight Chu Feng to the death.

"Brother, don't be impulsive, calm down. I know you're obsessed with your sister."

"Shut up!"

The young Daoist's big eyes darted around. Seeing clearly, he ran straight over and shouted, "Aunt Xiaoxiao, aren't you and Second Aunt Zhexian both going to marry my father, Chu Feng?"

"Go stand over there!" Ying Xiaoxiao shooed him away, but her own small face was flushed.

Seeing this, Ying Wudi was about to explode. Not only his sister, but his younger sister too?!

"Ah... Chu Feng, you've gone too far! Get over here!" Ying Wudi was practically going insane.