"You're a Ninth Rank Martial Ancestor?"
"You've been hiding your cultivation?"
"No wait — you have a Heavenly-level Bloodline. That rumbling from the sky just now, was that connected to you?"
"Did you just break through?" Mo Yuhan asked.
Chu Feng offered a faint smile. He didn't answer, but his silence said everything.
"Where'd this little mutt come from? I'll tear you apart with my bare hands!!!"
At that moment, a massive wave of killing intent surged forth. Zhou Yan not only rose to his feet, but purple flames erupted from his body and his eyes turned a deep violet.
Forbidden medicine — he had taken forbidden medicine to boost his combat power, and this particular one was incredibly potent.
Seeing Zhou Yan like this, Mo Yuhan's expression changed drastically. She knew with absolute certainty that she could not defeat Zhou Yan in this state.
Yet when Zhou Yan lunged at him, Chu Feng didn't so much as dodge. He flicked his wrist, and the Primordial Hero Sword appeared in his palm. Then he thrust it straight at Zhou Yan.
Pfft—
The strike was blindingly fast, piercing clean through Zhou Yan's throat.
Mo Yuhan was stunned. Zhou Yan himself was stunned.
Only Chu Feng remained perfectly calm.
"If you hadn't harbored murderous intent toward me, you could have lived."
Chu Feng looked at Zhou Yan and, before the man could respond, flicked his arm in a sharp sweep.
Pfft—
The sword danced through a spray of blood, and Zhou Yan's head sailed through the air.
Zhou Yan — a prodigy of his generation — fell just like that.
Mo Yuhan's pink eyes went wide, and her delicate lips parted slightly.
She hadn't ruled out the possibility that Zhou Yan might lose, but she had never imagined he would lose like this.
He didn't stand a chance. Not even close!!!
She was utterly astonished — not only because Zhou Yan had been killed, but because Chu Feng's body was now radiating Heaven-bestowed Divine Power.
So that was why Chu Feng had been able to so effortlessly defeat Zhou Yan, even after Zhou Yan had consumed forbidden medicine.
At the Ninth Rank of the Martial Ancestor Realm, Chu Feng could raise his combat power by three full levels.
"Young Master Chu Feng." Suddenly, Mo Yuhan bowed to him respectfully.
"What's that for?" Chu Feng asked.
"Earlier, I, Mo Yuhan, underestimated Young Master Chu Feng. Yet you bore no grudge and still stepped in to save me today. Please forgive my rudeness." Mo Yuhan's face was filled with genuine sincerity.
Chu Feng chuckled. "I thought it was something serious. Miss Mo, there's no need to worry about it. I, Chu Feng, have never cared what others think of me."
Hearing this, Mo Yuhan's expression shifted again. She hadn't noticed before, but upon careful observation, she realized that Chu Feng truly was different from the other young cultivators.
Most young cultivators, even without real strength, would be arrogant and overbearing so long as they had backing. And those who had both backing and power? They wished the entire world would know how formidable they were.
But Chu Feng was different. He was powerful, yet he didn't flaunt it. The last time he had acted was because someone provoked him. This time, he had acted to help her.
Even when looked down upon, he wouldn't display his cultivation. Chu Feng wasn't bragging — he genuinely did not care what others thought of him.
She had met people with strength who didn't seek the spotlight, but among the younger generation, this was a first.
"Young Master Chu Feng, a small token of my appreciation. Please accept it."
Mo Yuhan walked up to him, produced a Universe Bag, and offered it to Chu Feng.
Chu Feng took it and found ten refined martial power beads inside. Almost every single one contained power no less than the crystal he had just absorbed.
Even if they couldn't push him to the Half-God level, they would still be a tremendous boost.
This… was an extremely valuable gift.
"Since Miss Mo doesn't want to owe me a favor, then we're even." Chu Feng accepted without hesitation.
"..." Seeing Chu Feng accept so readily, Mo Yuhan actually felt a little thrown off. She had never seen anyone take a gift so smoothly — anyone else would have at least politely refused a few times first.
This Chu Feng really was different.
"Young Master Chu Feng, Zhou Yan's background is complicated. Just pretend this never happened. I'll announce to everyone that I was the one who killed Zhou Yan," Mo Yuhan said.
"Miss Mo, are you not very bright?" Chu Feng asked.
At those words, Mo Yuhan's face instantly flushed red — the kind of red that came with a spark of anger.
She had clearly meant well, so why was Chu Feng insulting her?
"There's no one else here. We can dispose of the body and destroy the evidence. Why argue over who gets the credit for killing him?" Chu Feng said.
"But even if no one else knows, the Totem Dragon Clan will. After all, we're inside their formation," Mo Yuhan said.
"Setting aside whether the Totem Dragon Clan would even find out — even if they did, would they bother stepping forward to clarify things?"
"And if they really were going to say something, they'd tell the truth. Your little cover story wouldn't make a difference either way," Chu Feng said.
"..." Mo Yuhan was speechless. When put that way, she really did seem a bit foolish.
Just then, Chu Feng had already gone ahead and collected every last trace of Zhou Yan's remains.
Barrier techniques couldn't be used here, so Chu Feng couldn't even devour Zhou Yan's origin essence. He had no choice but to take the entire body with him and extract the essence later.
Watching Chu Feng dispose of Zhou Yan's corpse as if nothing had happened, Mo Yuhan realized he was clearly an old hand at this — he had obviously done it many times before.
"Shall we travel together?" Chu Feng asked.
"Sure." Mo Yuhan nodded.
With that, Chu Feng and Mo Yuhan set off together toward the location of the pillar of light.
"Did you enter an ancient palace hall earlier?" Mo Yuhan asked.
"I did." After answering, Chu Feng immediately asked, "Did you see that luminous figure too?"
"I did," Mo Yuhan said.
"Did she ask you to undergo a trial?" Chu Feng asked.
"She only spoke four words, and then she teleported me out," Mo Yuhan said.
"Which four words?" Chu Feng asked.
"Not qualified," Mo Yuhan said.
"Uh…" Chu Feng felt a little awkward. It seemed he had touched a sore spot.
"What about you?" Mo Yuhan asked.
Chu Feng hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to tell the truth: "I accepted the trial… and I passed."