Chapter 846: King's Return

Chu Feng awoke, surprisingly, singing aloud. His clear voice carried outside the palace.

This made a group of people exchange glances, sensing a certain subtle meaning, yet unable to put it into words.

"Hmm, he's just a young man, without a sect or affiliation, yet he's hot on the heels of the top few geniuses. Even if he doesn't make it into the top three, reaching this stage is quite commendable. He's probably just trying to act mature." The elder from the Corpse Race commented with a faint smile, noting that their Corpse Race could now look down on all others, as Yan Luo still showed no sign of returning and was astonishingly powerful.

"Who among us wasn't young once? A little arrogance is understandable, and it's certainly something to celebrate." The old monster from the White Phoenix Race also smiled, adopting a detached posture, believing their clan's prodigy would be even stronger upon the return of their main soul.

Elders from several other races also smiled confidently, convinced that their own clan's disciples had not yet returned as kings, and when they did, they would shine even more brilliantly.

Beyond them, a large crowd of young people waited: prodigies from various races who had received golden invitations to the gathering, and young genius men and women who had accompanied their elders to retrieve others.

The younger crowd was now abuzz with chatter, unrestrained by the decorum of their elders; they dared to speak their minds freely.

Some were evaluating and discussing who would persevere to the very end, ultimately returning as the true king.

"Chi Chi, I just heard Wu Lunhui calling your name," one girl in a black dress teased another in white, implying Wu Lunhui was thinking of her.

"What? Where?" the girl in white asked innocently, still bewildered.

Around them, several girls giggled, instantly erupting into lively chatter and playful noise.

"Oh, you bunch of mischievous fiends, what rubbish are you spouting? He was just reciting poetry! You're… too much!"

The young geniuses were very active, engaging in discussions, and many gathered, drinking and chatting freely. For them, these were valuable connections, opportunities to interact with top youths from various races and build relationships.

Many present had also personally experienced the Great Dream Pure Land trial and received golden invitations. Though eliminated earlier and having recovered more than half a year ago, they had remained here, eager to see who would persevere to the end and ultimately return as king.

"Brother Li Xu, do you truly have no recollection at all of what happened in that world? Not a single memory? You're a super-strong expert ranked among the top twenty or thirty of this generation in the cosmos, yet you remember nothing."

Li Xu, clad in blue-gold armor with a handsome face, tried hard to recall, but ultimately shook his head with a sigh, utterly devoid of any memories.

Inside the divine hall, a solemn atmosphere prevailed. Others were forbidden to approach; only a few old monsters from the Great Dream Pure Land stood guard.

Upon awakening, Chu Feng felt as though he had fallen into an immortal furnace, his entire body burning with an unbearable heat, as if he were about to ignite.

At this moment, wisps of vital energy rose from him. His spiritual energy was immense, saturated with an excess of Yang energy, which was burning his true form.

An ordinary body would never have been able to withstand Chu Feng's surging soul light, which was even more potent than when Qin Luoyin or Ying Wudi had returned. His soul light was subtly connected to runes of order.

This sight made the old monsters of the Great Dream Pure Land gasp in awe and shock. This teenager was already approaching the Sub-Saint realm, capable of stepping into it at any moment!

Although Chu Feng was well-prepared, he only managed to infuse a portion of his soul light into his body. The remaining part hovered outside, as he dared not integrate it fully.

His spiritual energy was simply too potent, and the Yang energy he brought back was excessively overbearing, far surpassing that of others. Even with his current Human King blood, he could not withstand it.

Finally, with a clang, he temporarily transformed the remaining half of his soul light into a sword embryo, which he then carried on his back without it appearing out of place.

Yet, the elderly guardians of the Great Dream Pure Land saw it clearly, and each was utterly stunned. Soul light condensed into a weapon, a form of understated luxury, carried on his back—just how powerful was this young man now?

"No wonder he's so arrogant to recite poetry; he truly is extraordinary," one of them whispered.

Once Chu Feng's soul light stabilized, the entire hall became ablaze, illuminated and scorched by his soul-light sword embryo as if it were midday. He sat there, resembling a blazing sun.

At that moment, Chu Feng surveyed his surroundings and saw several elders staring at him. Some wore benevolent smiles, while others had displeased expressions.

He glanced around, noticing that Ying Zhexian and Qin Luoyin, who had been beside him, were already gone.

An old woman from the Great Dream Pure Land wore a displeased expression towards him, primarily because she had earlier discovered the young man's physical body nestled intimately between Qin Luoyin and Ying Zhexian.

"Wu Lunhui, do you recall what you experienced in that world?" an old man asked kindly.

Chu Feng, who had returned with his memories intact, was naturally well-prepared. He put on a blank expression, as if deep in thought, and answered every question with feigned ignorance.

He secretly glanced over: Yan Luo and Luo Shirong lay motionless, like corpses, showing no reaction whatsoever.

Nearby, the Great Evolving Battle Body, Purple Cloud Dao Body, Buddhist Guardian Vajra Shi Wu, and others sat like contemplatives, frowning, stroking their chins, and remaining silent, their expressions exceedingly serious.

Additionally, Shi Hong, Jin Lin, and the Golden Heavenly Spider, whose returning soul light was slightly more complete, were all sitting cross-legged, regulating their vital energy and deep in thought.

Chu Feng knew exactly what was going on; these were the individuals he had either crippled or killed.

Outside the divine hall, many craned their necks, eager to learn of Wu Lunhui's current condition.

A resonant chime of a bell instantly brought solemnity to the area. The hall doors opened, signaling someone's emergence.

"Oh, he's out!"

"Come on, let's go see Wu Lunhui's condition! He's one of the last few geniuses to return."

The young people all rose and surged forward, blocking the main entrance of the divine hall.

In fact, even the elders couldn't maintain their composure. All had risen, craning their necks forward, eager to see just how powerful Wu Lunhui had become.

Chu Feng emerged, his body crackling audibly. It was his vital energy vaporizing, the Yin energy being expelled by the scorching soul light, replaced entirely by Yang energy.

Most terrifying of all, his soul light radiated from his body, so brilliant that it made his flesh appear luminous, almost translucent, imbued with an intense Yang aura.

"Oh, I can't bear it! I'm practically burning up! How can Wu Lunhui endure this? Even from this distance, he's almost setting me ablaze!"

Indeed, the nearest youth frantically swatted at the fiery Yang energy clinging to him, a look of horror on his face as he stumbled backward, having already caught fire.

Everyone watched in astonishment. This person was truly formidable; how powerful must his soul light be? Worthy of the Human King bloodline, his physical body could actually endure such a state.

Many, in particular, noticed the sword embryo Chu Feng carried on his back. It was clearly a devastating weapon, composed of condensed Yang energy and radiating soul light, capable of instantly obliterating anyone's spirit!

"He's extraordinary; this Wu Lunhui is stronger than everyone else who returned earlier!" an old man declared.

Chu Feng smiled, nodding politely to everyone. In truth, he felt a little guilty, having killed several divine sons in the other world.

Simultaneously, he had also driven some people to madness, allowing only fragmented souls to return. Now, facing the elders of these adversaries, he wore a pleasant smile.

"Young man, you've done remarkably well. Did you happen to witness my Kylin child's performance in that world?" The elder of the Corpse Race stepped forward.

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng almost punched the elder from the Corpse Race in the nose. *Was this adversary somehow aware?* But he remained composed and held back.

In an instant, he grasped the elder's intent: he wasn't truly aware of anything, but merely trying to appear profound and superior, believing that Yan Luo of the Corpse Race, still unreturned, must be even stronger.

Chu Feng instantly calmed down, shaking his head. Only a ghost would remember anything from that world under normal circumstances.

He then walked past the elder, but in an instant, he stepped back, a wide smile on his face. "Senior from the Corpse Race," he said, "thank you for your kind wishes. However, since you think so highly of me, might I borrow some spiritual medicine? My physical body is overwhelmed, and I need potent medicine for my seclusion."

No one possessed such thick skin. A young Taoist priest thought privately that his father was truly shameless, borrowing spiritual medicine from the Corpse Race even after killing Yan Luo.

The elder of the Corpse Race was suspicious, feeling that the young man's smile was somewhat insolent. He truly wanted to refuse; indeed, he carried numerous potent medicines, all prepared for Yan Luo.

However, under the watchful eyes of everyone, this highly promising youth had made his request, and refusing him would have been inappropriate.

So, pinching his nose, he handed over a jade box containing a very old, potent herb to Chu Feng.

"Many thanks, Senior!" Chu Feng bowed, not appearing to mind the amount, and simply accepted it.

"Little Brother Wu is truly young and promising; his future is limitless," several people chimed in.

Chu Feng immediately flashed a brilliant, pearly-white smile, then politely proceeded to… borrow potent medicines from them.

They had never encountered such shamelessness. The group of old men felt a pang of discomfort. What kind of youth openly demands medicine like this?!

Those behind him immediately hesitated to greet him, fearing he would ask them for medicine too.

However, after finishing his "borrowing" here, Chu Feng actively sought out a group of elders, his words incredibly sweet, addressing each one as "Senior" while systematically requesting medicines.

"Senior from the Dao Race, please lend me your assistance. Jin Lin and I share an unbreakable bond; you simply must help me."

"Amitabha, venerable elder of the Buddhist Race, five hundred years ago, we must surely have been one family. I believe in reincarnation, and I must have been a true Buddha in a past life; you simply must help me."

"Elder from the White Phoenix Race…"

Chu Feng's mouth never ceased its chatter. As he moved along, he asked everyone he met for precious heavenly treasures, claiming he needed them to regulate his body as he was practically burning up.

Even some of his sworn enemies were not spared; he approached every single one.

These individuals, faces darkened with annoyance, begrudgingly relented, handing him various spiritual essences.

"Fellow Daoist, can you deduce when the vortex in the Great Dream Pure Land Divine Hall will close?" someone asked impatiently.

The old woman from the Great Dream Pure Land replied, "The vortex is shrinking. Based on our deductions, it might close very soon. I believe the last few individuals should be emerging shortly."

"Hmm, that's excellent news," someone nodded.

Whether it was the Corpse Race, the Dao Race, the Buddhist Race, the White Phoenix Race, or the Golden Heavenly Spider Race, all were eagerly anticipating the final return of the kings!

"This is Wu Lunhui—so young and handsome, even prettier than a girl! And his cultivation is so powerful; he returned even later than Ying Wudi and Yuan Shicheng. He's truly astonishing!"

Many young people nearby were discussing and staring intently at Chu Feng.

"Stop swooning! Are you going to go over and introduce yourself to him?" another girl teased her companion.

"Forget it. His soul light is so powerful that if I dared to approach him, I'd surely ignite. Let's wait until after his seclusion!"

Wherever Chu Feng walked, numerous young people voluntarily made way. Though eager to approach and converse, they simply could not withstand the intense Yang energy emanating from him.

He looked up and saw Qin Luoyin in the distance, observing him. With bright eyes and pearly teeth, she exuded unparalleled elegance, her goddess-like demeanor undiminished, even more extraordinary.

Does she still remember me? Chu Feng wondered.

This was not the moment for a reunion, nor could he greet her. However, if it was ultimately proven that he was the last to return, the true king, would the Great Dream Pure Land then propose him as Qin Luoyin's Dao companion?

Chu Feng continued forward and once more caught sight of Ying Zhexian. Clad in a snow-white dress, she appeared ethereal and transcendent, like a fairy from Guanghan, her robes fluttering.

Chu Feng smiled and nodded to her, but he couldn't actively approach; he needed to enter seclusion.

Time was pressing. Chu Feng needed to immediately enhance his physical body, or problems would arise. But he wasn't concerned; he possessed many valuable items, smuggled back, having evaded the notice of the Great Dream Pure Land's hall guardians.

"Hmm, it won't take too long; a few days should be enough. I should soon regulate my physical body, truly uniting spirit and flesh to achieve my strongest state!"

The Great Dream Pure Land had already prepared cave dwellings for these geniuses, ready for them to enter seclusion at any time.

As Chu Feng went into seclusion, a certain cave dwelling opened. After more than half a year, Ouyang Feng finally emerged from seclusion, his physical body completely restored!

"Old friend, please check the divine hall again to see if our clan's Kylin child is about to awaken." Some old monsters, seeing Wu Lunhui's immense power, grew impatient, longing to witness their own clan's prodigy return, ushering in the scene of a king's advent.

An old woman from the Great Dream Pure Land nodded, saying, "Alright, don't fret. I suspect the remaining few will be back shortly. I'll go take a look!"

"Haha, old friend, there's no need to rush. Good things come to those who wait. We will soon witness the true king's return," the elder of the Dao Race said with a smile.

He was confident that his clan's Daoist child would rise and return as the strongest king.

In fact, the people of the Buddhist Race were also very confident, commenting with a faint smile, "No hurry, we will see them soon enough."

After reading the comments on the last chapter, I can only say you are all too 'impure,' truly a bunch of 'defiled demon kings'!