Martial God Asura

Chapter 6340: It’s Not a Lie; It’s the Truth

“Chu Feng!”

“Big brother!”

In the Fortuitous Bloodline Mountain, Wang Qiang and the others looked at Chu Feng with worried eyes. Little Fishy even teared up.

Chu Feng was even feebler than before. It felt like he was on the verge of death. None of the pills they fed him were working.

“Should we leave this place first?” Little Fishy’s mother proposed.

While the Zhao Immortal Clan didn’t stop them from leaving this place, she was worried they would renege on their promise.

“S-stay here,” Chu Feng mustered the final sliver of his strength to say these words before passing out.

“What should we do?” Little Fishy’s mother was at a loss.

She could usually call the shots as the Immortal Sea Fish Clan’s Clan Chief’s wife, but she dared not arbitrarily decide on Chu Feng’s behalf. Thus, she turned to her daughter instead.

“Let’s heed his words,” Little Fishy said.

“We shouldn’t let Chu Feng’s effort go to waste, but we should find somewhere safe,” Little Fishy’s father said. He took Chu Feng and the others as far away from the Zhao Immortal Clan’s base as possible

Next, they just had to wait for the Fortuitous Sun to rise to the top of the sky before leaving this land.

Meanwhile, the Zhao Immortal Clan was also waiting for the Fortuitous Sun to rise.

Piercing screams that sounded more wretched than pigs in an abattoir echoed on the massive square of their floating warship, but it was coming from cultivators—the present-era cultivators. The Zhao Immortal Clansmen were extracting the formation energy inside their bodies.

They would have been lucky if their mouths only frothed up and their eyes rolled upward; those with weaker constitutions had already breathed their last.

But their formation energy didn’t go to Zhao Zhuyin.

Chu Feng had single-handedly fulfilled her breakthrough requirement. She already had enough formation energy in her.

Furthermore, Chu Feng’s formation energy was unique. Eighth Zhao was worried that the formation energy’s special traits would be altered if Zhao Zhuyin assimilated other formation energies too, so he decided against it.

Eighth Zhao was only taking their formation energies to punish them.

In contrast to the present-era cultivators’ tragic plight, the Ancient Era cultivators excitedly waited for the Fortuitous Sun to rise, having collected a huge amount of formation energies themselves.

Zhao Zhuyin stood at the peak of the unique palace. The Zhao Immortal Clansmen looked at her with nervous eyes, though they also kept their distance from her.

“Don’t worry, Zhuyin. You can do it.” Eighth Zhao rooted for Zhao Zhuyin from afar.

Zhao Zhuyin smiled in response, though it looked incredibly unnatural due to her extreme nervousness. She was worried about failure.

Her father was taking a gamble on her by activating the Fortuitous Bloodline Mountain for her, and he had made thorough preparations for her sake. If she still failed despite that, she would be letting down her father and her clan.

She couldn’t shoulder responsibility for that.

The Fortuitous Sun finally rose to the top of the sky. A brilliant light enveloped the world.

The weaker ones couldn’t open their eyes. Even Heavenly Gods like Eighth Zhao found their sight severely limited. It was a good thing Eighth Zhao was close enough to keep an eye on his daughter’s condition.

“It’s a success! I knew Zhuyin would succeed. She’s the person our Zhao Immortal Clan is waiting for.” Eighth Zhao was overjoyed when he saw Zhao Zhuyin’s formation energy leaking out under the Fortuitous Sun’s brilliance.

Soon, he turned his attention to the spectator stand.

Many Ancient Era cultivators had assimilated their formation energies too, but Eighth Zhao’s eyes were focused on the woman named Canhua. She had induced a massive phenomenon that no one except for Zhao Zhuyin could compete with.

But Zhao Zhuyin only induced such a phenomenon thanks to their meticulous preparation, whereas that woman did it with her ability.

“Tianjian Canhua—she lives up to her reputation.” Eighth Zhao was awed by that woman’s talent, but he didn’t envy her. Instead, he looked at his daughter with a wide smile.

The fact that such a prodigy had lost to his daughter showed his hard work hadn’t been in vain.

Hu!

A strange whirlwind suddenly swept across the realm, blowing the brilliant light away. The Fortuitous Sun continued to glow brightly, and its effects on the cultivators didn’t lessen, but its brilliance was no longer as blinding as before.

The crowd slowly regained their vision, allowing them to see the rays of the Fortuitous Sun.

Those who had absorbed the formation energies were shrouded in the Fortuitous Sun’s light rays. The stronger the formation energy, the more intense the light ray.

However, the strongest light ray was not focused on Zhao Zhuyin. Instead, it was cast at a location far from where they were.

Eighth Zhao and the others were stunned. The crowd turned to Eighth Zhao for answers. In particular, Zhao Zhuyin thought she would receive the brightest light from the Fortuitous Sun, and she couldn’t believe that someone had received an even brighter light ray than her.

“Could it be Chu Feng?” someone murmured.

He was the only one capable of pulling that off. Furthermore, after taking a closer look, they realized there were several bright light rays cast in that location other than the brightest one. While these light rays weren’t as bright as Zhao Zhuyin’s, they were also not to be made light of.

This naturally reminded the crowd about Chu Feng’s friends.

“Stay here,” Eighth Zhao ordered before heading toward the brightest light ray.

It didn’t take him long to reach his destination. Unsurprisingly, it was Chu Feng’s group. Little Fishy, Wang Qiang, Xianhai Shaoyu, and Qin Xuan were basked in light rays, but the brightest one was on Chu Feng.

Chu Feng had made a full recovery, even though not much time had passed. That brightest light ray must have healed him.

Little Fishy’s parents and grandfather eyed Eighth Zhao vigilantly, ready to make a move if the latter attempted something. Even Little Fishy, Qin Xuan, and the others tensed up.

They had been worried about Chu Feng too, and it was only when the Fortuitous Sun reached the top of the sky that they finally understood why he didn’t want to leave. It turned out he would benefit from the Fortuitous Sun too, and his benefit was the greatest of them all.

They panicked when the blinding light dissipated. They tried everything they could to conceal Chu Feng’s blinding light, fearing that the Zhao Immortal Clan would come after them, but it was to no avail.

In the end, what they feared the most still happened.

In contrast to them, Chu Feng was calm. “You’re here?”

“Young friend Chu Feng, can you answer my doubts?” Eighth Zhao asked.

“Ask whatever you want.”

“Didn’t you lose your formation energy? How are you benefiting from the Fortuitous Sun?”

“Didn’t I tell your daughter that I’m helping myself by helping her?” Chu Feng answered.

Eighth Zhao widened his eyes. “That... I thought you made that up to convince her.”

Chu Feng had indeed said those words to Zhao Zhuyin, but Eighth Zhao shrugged that off as a white lie. It was unthinkable for Chu Feng to benefit from the Fortuitous Sun after giving up his formation energy to Zhao Zhuyin?

But it was clear now that Chu Feng meant his words.