Chapter 842: Everyone Kneel Down

Chu Feng’s ears were very sensitive. He glanced back at it and said, “Senior, you should be benevolent. Could you please stop talking nonsense and say something auspicious instead?”

“Hmm, I hope you get beaten up and thrown out. You’re so ostentatious, it makes me angry!” the yellow-furred fox muttered.

Chu Feng paid no mind, carrying the Tengshe divine medicine in his mouth as he entered the mountains. His steps were light, his spirit refreshed, and his body glowed with faint soul light. He considered himself dashing and otherworldly.

The yellow-furred fox and the Vermillion Bird family waited outside.

After a long time, slight tremors came from the mountains, followed by lightning and thunder. Then, mountain peaks exploded, with arcs of electricity connecting one after another towards the high heavens.

“Is someone undergoing tribulation?!” the old Vermillion Bird wondered suspiciously.

“Chirp chirp…” Five fluffy little Vermillion Birds, fiery red all over, chirped and cheeped softly, watching with curiosity.

Then, they saw a person covered in electric arcs, with thunder erupting from all seven orifices, flying out.

“Hey, kid, are you going through tribulation?” the yellow-furred fox asked with a smile.

Chu Feng fell to the ground in a very undignified manner, lying sprawled. His body trembled like chaff, electrical currents flowed over him, and his eyes were dull. It took him a long time to recover somewhat.

He lay motionless on the ground, sighing softly towards the sky, saying, “I should just go to the Yang Realm to find a fox spirit. This is too difficult!”

“I’ll beat you to death!” The yellow-furred fox’s nose almost twisted in anger.

Chu Feng ran off, re-entering the mountain range, truly afraid the lame old fox would deal with him.

With a rumble and a shake, the mountain peak collapsed, and the earth sank. He was thrown out again.

“Yaoyao, I was just delivering medicine to you. What’s the misunderstanding? Do you have feelings for me, which is why you’re resisting me so much?” He was truly like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water; even with a bruised and swollen face and electric sparks all over him, he was still showing off.

Then, a fair and crystalline jade-like hand reached out from the mountain, grabbed his soul armor, and pulled him into the range.

“Hey, let’s talk this out! Don’t use force on me. I won’t submit even if you kill me!” It had to be said, Chu Feng was truly going further down the path of seeking death.

The consequence was that the mountains trembled and the range undulated like terrifying waves. Then, he was thoroughly beaten and escaped, grimacing.

After that, he plopped onto the ground, lying stiff like a corpse, with wisps of smoke rising from him.

The yellow-furred fox lectured the little Vermillion Birds, saying, “See? Romantic figures can shake the ages, charming figures can lead an era for a few years, but an ostentatious creature like him is bound to be struck by lightning!”

Chu Feng was so electrified he couldn't speak, becoming a prime example of what not to be.

After a long time, he finally sighed, “I’ve decided, I’m still going to find a fox spirit in the Yang Realm.”

“Chirp chirp…” The five little Vermillion Birds, all glowing red, tilted their heads and looked at the yellow-furred fox, asking what was happening.

“He’s been struck silly; he’s asking for a beating now!” the lame old fox said with a dark expression, rushing over and striking him with a paw. Thunder erupted again, and it explained, “See? This is what asking for a beating looks like!”

“Damn, weren’t you crippled?!” Chu Feng shrieked.

For the next half month, the area was filled with the fragrance of herbs. Yaoyao emerged to visit Chu Feng, then went into seclusion to absorb the divine medicine and extract its divine energy.

Meanwhile, in the mountains, the old Vermillion Bird was also fully dedicated to helping one of its children, grinding the Tengshe medicine and Vermillion Bird medicine to help the little Vermillion Bird absorb them.

It wanted to send this child on its way, through the Underworld and then to the Yang Realm, to forge a path to survival!

“Chirp chirp…” The little Vermillion Bird was reluctant to part, constantly crying these past few days. Its large golden eyes brimmed with tears, and crystalline teardrops rolled down in strings.

It was only the size of a fist. When it curled up, it resembled a fluffy, crimson, and crystalline ball, softly whimpering and constantly touching its mother with its head, unwilling to leave.

Several times, it cried itself to sleep beside its mother.

The old Vermillion Bird was also sad; most of its feathers had fallen out, leaving only rough, wrinkled fleshy wings. It said, “I am old now and will soon die. You will eventually leave me. Children, you will all grow up and have to rely on yourselves in the future.”

It admonished them to strive to live on, no matter which realm they were in, and never give up easily.

“When you are strong enough, with exceptional power, you can return and visit my grave. If you are not strong enough, never come back; just remember me in your hearts. You must learn to protect yourselves…”

The old Vermillion Bird rambled on, saying much, not like a deity, but merely an ordinary mother.

Chu Feng couldn’t bear to watch such a scene. He sat outside the mountains, watching the sunset alone. The evening glow stained the sky red, tragically beautiful like blood, as if this world was finally coming to an end.

The old fox also sighed, holding a wine gourd and continuously pouring liquor into its mouth on the other side. It, too, was watching the setting sun. Through the blood-red evening glow, it seemed to see the past glory of the Yang Realm. Alas, it had forever left that center of the world.

It was late autumn, and there were many large trees both within and outside the mountains, their leaves withered yellow, tinged with a faint red by the setting sun, carrying a touch of tragic beauty.

At this moment, several people approached from a distance. One of them saw Chu Feng, looking slightly surprised and with a gloomy expression, saying, “It’s you, the nether spirit from back then! You’re still in this world!”

Chu Feng turned around, looking outside the mountains with a stunned expression, and said, “Weren’t you dead?”

He had a deep impression of this person. Decades ago, this individual, with an indifferent and highly confident demeanor, used flying spears to kill Ying Wudi, send the Horse King on his way, and consecutively blast several great Kunlun demons to death.

He was the Little Martial God, who had achieved Great Perfection of the Golden Body many years ago, hailed as one of the top experts below the Quasi-Saint level!

In that battle decades ago, Chu Feng and Yaoyao had blasted this person apart and simply turned to leave. Now, he surprisingly saw him again.

However, a moment’s thought made it unsurprising. Back then, even the scion of Marquis Lingwei had a substitute death talisman. How could the descendant of a Martial God not have one?

At that time, Chu Feng and Yaoyao were worried that killing him would provoke the Martial God’s soul light, so they blasted him and immediately left without checking the outcome.

As expected, the Little Martial God had indeed survived.

“I’ve been suppressing my breakthrough, cultivating across the world, just to become the strongest Quasi-Saint one day. I never expected to meet you today!”

The Little Martial God smiled, not with anger, but with dazzling white teeth, revealing an extremely happy expression as he fixed his gaze on Chu Feng.

“Nether spirit, I’ll give you a chance: crawl over, kneel at my feet, submit, and reveal all the secrets of your world!”

He sat on a savage beast, his face indifferent, with over a dozen short spears on his back. Arrogant and self-assured, he stared at Chu Feng, his hair strands gleaming individually, fluttering in the wind.

Chu Feng stood up and walked forward. He had been in a bad mood recently, having failed to provoke Yaoyao and getting severely beaten once, so he had been looking for someone to vent his frustration on.

“Nether spirit, you’re so weak, and you want to fight me?!” The Little Martial God smiled coldly, his lips curving upward, looking somewhat cruel. He already considered himself a Quasi-Saint level expert, looking down at Chu Feng.

This was because he could break through at any moment; currently, he was just honing himself to build the strongest foundation for becoming a god in the future!

Chu Feng’s face immediately darkened slightly. He said, “You truly don’t know your own limits; your face is huge! Do you think you’re not a weakling? Come here, I’ll beat you to death!”

“How dare you speak like that?” Another person spoke from nearby, an elder with shimmering blue hair and fluttering sleeves, possessing an air of an immortal.

He was one of the Little Martial God’s protectors, a renowned Saint for many years, who had accompanied and protected this descendant highly favored by the Martial God.

Then, he exerted pressure on Chu Feng, saying, “Kneel here.”

This was blatant suppression, using his powerful Saint-level energy to crush Chu Feng, intending to make him kneel in humiliation.

The Little Martial God smiled, not intervening, waiting for Chu Feng to kneel before him. He wanted to receive obeisance before making his move to deal with this nether spirit.

Crack!

The earth shattered, and cracks appeared one after another. Chu Feng activated his domain, where patterns intertwined, emitting dazzling light to resist the Saint’s might.

At the same time, he glanced into the mountains, wanting to ask the old Vermillion Bird to intervene. A one-on-one duel would be fine, but using realm to oppress someone? Who was afraid? There was a deity here!

The old Vermillion Bird did not disappoint him, transforming into an old woman with white hair and a youthful face, appearing abruptly, leaning on a cane.

“It’s fine for two youngsters to duel, but why are you interfering?” she said softly, resisting the Saint’s might.

“I advise you not to meddle. When people from the Martial God lineage travel, it’s best you step aside,” the blue-haired Saint said coldly. He could tell the old woman was not to be trifled with, but he could never have imagined she was a deity.

“Martial God, heh heh…” The old Vermillion Bird chuckled, then gestured to the blue-haired Saint, saying, “In that case, you’d better kneel over here.”

“Just with you guys…” The blue-haired Saint had just said this when his face changed drastically, then he trembled. His knees audibly cracked, and he immediately fell to his knees, passively prostrating himself on the ground, kowtowing towards Chu Feng and the old woman.

This scene astonished the people behind them. The Little Martial God and the others’ faces turned to stone.

Among them, a peak Saint’s face suddenly changed. He said, “Fellow Daoist, aren’t you going too far? Is it worth humiliating the Martial God lineage for a mere nether spirit?!”

The old Vermillion Bird was about to entrust its offspring to Chu Feng. Let alone them, even if the Martial God himself came, it would dare to fight. It feared no deity!

“You talk too much; you should kneel too!” The old Vermillion Bird pointed at him, and with a thud, that person also knelt.

“Nether spirit, I challenge you!” the Little Martial God declared decisively. He saw that the situation was not right and used words to provoke Chu Feng.

“Alright, you first kneel and pay your respects, then we’ll fight!” Chu Feng smiled, using his own methods against him.

“All of you, kneel over here,” the old Vermillion Bird said.

Thud!

All of them knelt, including the Little Martial God, trembling uncontrollably, unable to bear such pressure. They were horrified, then they saw the old Vermillion Bird glowing with crimson light, forming a divine halo. This was undoubtedly a deity, powerful enough to pluck stars, seize the moon, and slay gods on the ferocious beast plateau!

“Rise,” Chu Feng said with a calm demeanor, sidelong glancing at the Little Martial God kneeling on the ground. This attitude infuriated the Little Martial God so much he wanted to slap him to death!

Chu Feng spoke unhurriedly, saying, “I haven’t fought anyone in decades. Before returning, it’s a good chance to stretch my limbs. Your arrival is excellent; it fulfills a wish of mine. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had a good fight with a being from this world yet.”

The Little Martial God was furious. After regaining his ability to move, he instantly leaped up, hovering in mid-air, looking down at Chu Feng. He said, “Good, good, good! Today, watch me blast you, this foreign nether spirit, to death!”

In an instant, all his pores erupted with divine radiance, and even his hair became dazzling, like a Son of the Sun standing in the sky, radiating powerful pressure that intimidated Chu Feng.

With a clang, he drew a short spear from his back. His arm glowed as if he were a giant about to pierce the heavens, ready to hurl an earth-shattering spear!

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes, instantly recalling the scene from decades ago: Ying Wudi being blasted to death by one of his spears, and several great Kunlun demons also having spears thrown by him in such arrogant and domineering fashion, piercing their bodies and exploding them to death!

Chu Feng roared, “In the end, you’re just at the Great Perfection of the Golden Body, not yet in the Quasi-Saint realm, and you dare to disdain me?! Come here and face your death!”

He wanted to stand up for Ying Wudi, the Horse King, and others, to eliminate this arrogant and tyrannical descendant of the Martial God from back then. Blood for blood!

This was his final battle before leaving this realm, a direct and honorable fight. Otherwise, he would always have some regret. This so-called strongest person below the Quasi-Saint was perfect for a duel.

“Whoosh!”

The Little Martial God suddenly hurled the flying spear, which transformed into a blazing bolt of lightning, seemingly tearing through space, causing a sonic boom and bringing forth a large expanse of white mist that burst open with a roar.

Boom!

In an instant, Chu Feng shot up from the ground like a colossal god, standing between heaven and earth, meeting the attack head-on with a thunderous impact.

His soul light was condensed, his aura powerful, his mental energy surging and immensely strong. He directly moved to alter the flying spear’s trajectory.

In fact, Chu Feng used his energy soul light to strike!

He employed a wondrous technique, the complete Lightning Fist, a supreme art from the Yang Realm, a divine skill that Young Girl Xi had taught him back then!

He struck the flying spear with his soul-light fist, arriving after but hitting first, intercepting the spear’s path. He shattered the metal short spear inch by inch, then it exploded in mid-air, turning into dust.

“Kill!”

Chu Feng assertively and ostentatiously soared into the air, swooping down to directly confront the Little Martial God.

This time, he used the Great Sun Tathagata Fist, a divine skill from the Yang Realm!

He was activating the newly acquired Grand Thunder Sound Breathing Technique, which was also an ultimate method from the Yang Realm, perfectly aligned with the fist intent of the Great Sun Tathagata Fist. For a moment, fist light erupted, reaching to the heavens and shaking the earth, awe-inspiring!

After decades, Chu Feng finally made his move again. The power he displayed was startling; even the yellow-furred fox stopped drinking and muttered to itself, “There’s some skill there. To get this far coming from a rogue background, it’s not simple!”

The Little Martial God, with a cold smile, slammed a palm towards him. He was confident that he was invincible below the Quasi-Saint level and that no one was his match. Therefore, he met the attack head-on, intending to destroy this phantom.

Their fists and palms collided, creating an earth-shattering storm!

Chu Feng’s soul light flickered unsteadily, but he finally stabilized, standing firm in the air.

Blood seeped from the Little Martial God’s lips, his body trembled, and many cracks appeared on his physical form. Finally, he couldn’t help but stagger back a few steps in the void. He found it hard to believe that anyone below the Quasi-Saint level could contend with him.

“How is this possible? You’re just a nether spirit!”

“If that’s all you’ve got, you should just kneel and pay your respects. I’m in a hurry,” Chu Feng said calmly.