Martial God Asura

Chapter 6682: The Origin of the Brightmoon Spirit Tower

“You are so excited about your breakthrough to Heavenly God level that you lost your restraint,” Chu Feng remarked.

“What do you mean by that? Can’t I use a joke to speak my mind? Little Yu’er, it looks like we aren’t worthy of your big brother’s notice.” Feng Ling put on an indignant face as she hugged Little Fishy.

Little Fishy simply smiled without responding. She unconditionally stood on Chu Feng’s side. There was no way she would speak up against Chu Feng, even as a joke.

Zi Ling also knew that Feng Ling was joking, so she wasn’t bothered by it.

Only Chu Feng felt his head hurt.

Just then, Fei said, “Miss Feng Ling, it might not be convenient for Brother Chu Feng, but I...”

“What about you?” Feng Ling asked.

“I’m single,” Fei replied.

“Yes, I can see that. What about it?”

“Well... what do you think about...”

“Ah, my head suddenly feels giddy. Let’s end this conversation here. I feel nauseated when I hear words that I don’t like.”

“Miss Feng Ling, you...” Fei was frustrated. He looked at Chu Feng with pitiful eyes and asked, “Brother Chu, can I take you as my master?”

“Huh?” Chu Feng was confused.

“I... want to get a partner as well,” Fei replied.

“I’m not good with such stuff.”

“You’re not good with such stuff?” Fei glanced at the three incredible beauties—Zi Ling, Feng Ling, and Little Fishy.

“Yes, I’m not good with such stuff, but I know a brother who might be able to help you. Why don’t I ask him to teach you when we meet?” Chu Feng whispered.

“Who is it?” Fei asked.

“His name is Wang Qiang.”

“It’s a deal then.”

“Yes, it’s a deal.”

The mood was much lighter now that they were out of danger. Even so, Chu Feng continued channeling the bamboo boat with his full strength.

He had confirmed that the Netherworld Sect couldn’t do anything about the phenomenon, though that was true for him as well. If he continued investigating the phenomenon, he would only be putting his allies in unnecessary danger.

So, he decided to first venture into God’s Era and acquire its final power.

Zi Ling lowered her guard toward Little Fishy and Feng Ling after learning that they were Chu Feng’s close friends, so she didn’t mind sharing confidential information like her cultivation with them.

Zi Ling’s swift growth was due to her obtaining the acknowledgment of the woman on the ancient tower’s first floor.

She had also established communication with the woman on the second floor, who was also a powerful expert. If she could obtain the latter’s acknowledgment, she would be able to maintain her fighting prowess even when raising her cultivation by four ranks.

On top of that, she had uncovered the true name of the ancient tower—the Brightmoon Spirit Tower.

“The Brightmoon Spirit Tower?” Feng Ling was so taken aback that she shot to her feet. She stared intently at Zi Ling with widened eyes.

“Little sister Zi Ling, are you sure the tower inside you is the Brightmoon Spirit Tower?” Feng Ling sought confirmation.

“Yes, it is.” Zi Ling nodded.

“Feng Ling, you know about the Brightmoon Spirit Tower?” Chu Feng asked.

“Of course! That is the tower my master personally constructed for her little sister, Lord Mingyue!”

Feng Ling’s words piqued the curiosity of Chu Feng, Zi Ling, Little Fishy, and Fei.

“Who is your master?” Fei asked.

“Li Wu and I have existed since the Ancient Era, but our memories have been affected. We have forgotten many things, and we don’t know how true our remaining memories are. Li Wu has recovered better than I. Chu Feng, you should let her out and ask her,” Feng Ling said.

The bamboo boat was small, but it had no trouble housing a few more people. So, Chu Feng called Li Wu and Bai Yunqing out of the formation realm.

As the formation realm was isolated from the real world, Feng Ling told Li Wu that the Brightmoon Spirit Tower was currently inside Zi Ling’s body.

“You have the Brightmoon Spirit Tower? How did you get it? Who gave it to you?” Li Wu’s tone was harsh. She was practically interrogating Zi Ling. Unlike Feng Ling, she seemed displeased and even angry about the fact that Zi Ling had the Brightmoon Spirit Tower.

“Calm down, big sister. Little sister Zi Ling is Chu Feng’s wife. You shouldn’t talk to her like that,” Feng Ling advised.

“Our master constructed the Brightmoon Spirit Tower for Lord Mingyue. After Lord Mingyue passed away, our master sealed the tower away in her tomb. The reappearance of the Brightmoon Spirit Tower means that someone has dug Lord Mingyue’s tomb. How can I not be angry about that?” Li Wu spat.

Chu Feng’s heart clenched up.

Eggy sent a voice transmission to Chu Feng, “Oh no. Your father must have dug their Lord Mingyue’s tomb. No wonder she’s so angry. You’d be upset too if someone dug your family member’s tomb. Why don’t you consider severing your relationship with your father, lest they turn against you when they learn that your father is a tomb raider?”

She was gloating at Chu Feng’s dilemma.

Chu Feng had arrived at the same conclusion as well.

“Calm down, big sister. Have you forgotten that the Brightmoon Spirit Tower was not buried together with Lord Mingyue. To avoid disturbances to Lord Mingyue, her body was buried elsewhere. Besides, I remember our master mentioning that anyone who successfully breaches the seal is qualified to obtain the Brightmoon Spirit Tower,” Feng Ling reminded.

“You’re right. I got too agitated because it was something relating to our master and Lord Mingyue. My apologies, Miss Zi Ling.” Li Wu snapped out of her daze, bowed to Zi Ling, and apologized.

“It’s fine. I understand where you’re coming from. I received the Brightmoon Spirit Tower from my master—it isn’t my master in the Hidden Dragon Martial Sect, but someone else. He prefers to maintain a low profile and doesn’t want anyone to know his whereabouts, so it’s inconvenient for me to divulge his name. I seek your pardon on that matter,” Zi Ling replied.

She wisely chose to conceal Chu Xuanyuan’s identity upon sensing that the Brightmoon Spirit Tower’s master was extremely important to Feng Ling and Li Wu.

“Miss Zi Ling, is your master very strong?” Li Wu asked.

“Yes, he is very strong.” Zi Ling nodded.