"Grandmaster, were you also present when I caused that huge incident in the Nangong Imperial Clan?" Chu Feng asked in astonishment after hearing Baili Xuankong's words.
"I was. Infiltrating the Nangong Imperial Clan to protect you did cost me some effort."
"However, the day you summoned that Asura World Spirit, you truly gave even me a fright."
"Facing that kind of existence, even I would stay far away."
"That day, you left in such a hurry that you didn't get to see the Asura Evil Spirit's ferocity, but I witnessed it all. That sight was truly spectacular."
"Over all these years, many monstrous beings have appeared in the Land of Martial Feilings. Of all the ones I've encountered, not a single one could compare to that Asura Evil Spirit."
"Had Nangong Longjian not intervened, the Nangong Imperial Clan would likely have been destroyed because of you."
As he brought this up, Baili Xuankong smiled meaningfully, yet a trace of nostalgic wonder flickered through his eyes.
Though that scene had been perilous beyond measure, for him it had been a tremendous surprise. It was in that moment that he realized he had underestimated the genius before his eyes—underestimated the hope of the Azure Wood Mountain.
After hearing Baili Xuankong's words, Dugu Xingfeng, Elder Guanhong, and even President Qingmu began to look at Chu Feng differently. Although they had long known about this matter, the mere thought that it was someone like Chu Feng—a mere youth—who had accomplished such a feat left them feeling utterly incredulous.
In truth, even Du Wanwu, who had lived in the Poison Demon Valley for so long, now looked at Chu Feng with eyes full of shock and admiration. Though he resided in the Poison Demon Valley, he was well aware of the standing the Three Houses, Four Clans, and Nine Powers held in the Land of Martial Feilings. He knew just how powerful the Asura Evil Spirit was.
And yet Chu Feng had nearly annihilated the Nangong Imperial Clan with a single Asura World Spirit. What manner of evil spirit must that have been? He didn't dare think further. But one thing he could be certain of—Chu Feng seemed to always be more terrifying than he could imagine.
As for the members of the Luo family, the way they looked at Chu Feng now was as though they were gazing upon a deity. It was no longer mere astonishment—it was deep, profound reverence.
If they had previously thought that Chu Feng came from a powerful background, then now they finally understood just how powerful that background was. He was a being who operated at the absolute pinnacle of the Land of Martial Feilings.
In truth, never mind them—even after hearing Baili Xuankong's words, Chu Feng himself marveled at the Asura Evil Spirit's strength. The fact that even his Grandmaster was this impressed spoke volumes about just how powerful the Asura Evil Spirit truly was.
He had likely only witnessed the tip of the iceberg that day.
"Grandmaster, were you also there when the Snow-Haired Immortal threw me into the Sea of Toxic Clouds?" Chu Feng asked again.
"I was. The Snow-Haired Immortal's strength surpasses mine, so I couldn't easily show myself to help you. Besides, the Snow-Haid Immortal's methods have always been peculiar—yet they often yield extraordinary results."
"What she did to you that day, though done on a mere whim, was no small investment on her part."
"That is why, when she pushed you into that Sea of Toxic Clouds, I chose not to intervene. I wanted to take a gamble—a gamble to win you a body immune to all poisons," Baili Xuankong said.
"That day, when the Snow-Haired Immortal believed her experiment had failed and turned to leave, my heart sank to rock bottom. I thought I had made a grave mistake—that I should never have gambled your life for your future."
"But I didn't give up. I believed you could create a miracle. Though it was an extravagant hope—nothing more than a fantasy in my eyes at the time—I still couldn't bring myself to leave. I couldn't accept the fact that you were dead."