Back in the day, when Chu Feng had first arrived in the Martial Sacred Land, he'd befriended an old man named Grandpa Luo.
Grandpa Luo had been a wanderer. Though his cultivation wasn't particularly high, he'd spent nearly his entire life traveling across the vast expanse of the Martial Sacred Land, visiting countless places.
From Grandpa Luo, Chu Feng had obtained a map. It depicted a massive tree, a treasure chest, and a weapon.
Setting aside the chest and the weapon, that tree bore an immeasurable number of fruits, and each one was a cultivation treasure imbued with the energy of heaven and earth.
It was a true treasure hoard — and it lay somewhere within the sprawling mountain ranges of Green Wood Mountain.
Though Chu Feng had destroyed the map long ago, its contents were seared into his memory with perfect clarity. He knew exactly where, within the territory of Green Wood Mountain, that treasure was supposed to be.
In truth, ever since arriving at Green Wood Mountain, Chu Feng had already cross-referenced the mountain's own maps with what he remembered, pinpointing the treasure's location.
Unfortunately, a large swath of Green Wood Mountain was a forbidden zone — off-limits even to the sect's attending elders. And the treasure Chu Feng sought happened to lie right within that forbidden area.
Within that zone lurked ferocious exotic beasts, highly toxic ancient plants, and even ancient killing formations passed down from primordial times.
It could be said, without exaggeration, that it was the most dangerous place in all of Green Wood Mountain. The treasure sat in that very place. Forget entering now — even if Chu Feng had the means, he had no confidence he could survive it. It was far too perilous.
So all Chu Feng could do was accumulate strength and wait for an opportunity. Only when the timing, the terrain, and the circumstances all aligned would he have a chance to venture into that treasure-laden land.
For the time being, what Chu Feng needed to focus on was managing the Asura Division — at the very least, riding the wave of his newfound fame to expand its influence.
His publicity efforts proved remarkably effective. In just two days, a great number of disciples had arrived at the Asura Division's gates, hoping to join.
Long Chenyi of the Feather Transformation Division came personally, bringing along Long Chenfu and the others, to offer their congratulations.
Even many divisions Chu Feng had never met before sent representatives to congratulate him and try to build some connection.
Chu Feng was not an arrogant man. Though he knew their well-wishes were hollow, he had no reason to make enemies of them without cause. So every division that came to offer congratulations, regardless of strength, was treated as an honored guest and given the seats of honor.
At that very moment, the gates of the Asura Division's territory stood wide open. Within its vast grounds, countless hopefuls streamed through the formation Chu Feng had set up, undergoing the entrance examination.
Chu Feng and Long Chenyi, along with others, stood off to the side chatting while watching the spectacle, savoring this thrilling and memorable moment — the moment that truly marked the rise of the Asura Division.
"Zhao Xiang, get your ass out here! Don't think that just because you joined this Asura Division, I won't dare touch you. If you'd stepped out on your own today, fine — but since you won't, I'll just demolish the Asura Division along with you!"
Yet in the midst of this peaceful scene, a voice laden with malice suddenly echoed from beyond the Asura Division's gates.
Looking toward the source, a massive group was marching toward the Asura Division in an imposing formation.
There were fully two thousand of them, and each wore an insignia on their arm bearing the mark of the "Bingqi Division."
The strength of this group was not to be underestimated — not one among them was weak. But the most formidable by far was the young man leading them at the front.