"Don't worry, I keep my mouth shut." Chu Feng said with a smile.
After that, Chu Feng did not return to his own quarters. Instead, at Ling Xinian's invitation, he stayed at her residence.
Furthermore, Ling Xinian, Ling Yunhao, and the others threw Chu Feng a celebration banquet, honoring his successful climb to the top of the Seven Stars Gravity Tower.
Chu Feng wore a bright smile throughout the celebration, but inside he felt not a shred of warmth.
As the saying went, adversity revealed true feelings.
When Chu Feng had successfully reached the summit of the Seven Stars Gravity Tower, he still remembered the hostile gazes from the members of the Seven Worlds Holy Land.
Had that Sacred Elder not spoken up afterward, signaling that they should get along with Chu Feng—
Forget about this celebration banquet; it was entirely possible that even Ling Xinian and the others wouldn't have dared to speak to him.
So, not long after the banquet began, Chu Feng excused himself, claiming he wasn't feeling well, and returned to the room Ling Xinian had arranged for him to rest.
This trip had been quite rewarding.
Not only had he obtained the power of the guardian formation within the Seven Stars Gravity Tower—adding another life-saving talisman to his arsenal—but his Mental Power had also been tempered through the ordeal. His insight into his next breakthrough had deepened considerably.
"Hm?"
But suddenly, Chu Feng's expression changed. He sensed that there seemed to be an extra person in the room.
A gaze was fixed upon him.
Before Chu Feng could even rise to his feet, a sealing formation enveloped him, locking him in place.
Sure enough, a figure appeared within his room.
"Lord Ling Canghai?"
Chu Feng recognized this man. The old fellow was none other than Ling Canghai—the one who had been trapped at the pinnacle of God Cloak for years and who held the title of being the strongest Spirit World Master below the True Dragon.
"Young friend Chu Feng, would you do this old man a favor?"
Ling Canghai wore a sinister smile. Before Chu Feng could even respond, the old man waved his broad sleeve. A surge of teleportation power materialized, sweeping Chu Feng away from Ling Xinian's residence.
After a stretch of travel, Ling Canghai brought Chu Feng to his own mansion.
Ling Canghai's estate was not large and looked rather dilapidated, but layer upon layer of formations surrounded the exterior.
After Ling Canghai broke through the formations and led Chu Feng inside, Chu Feng discovered that the mansion concealed a hidden world within—an underground palace buried beneath.
When Ling Canghai brought Chu Feng deep into the subterranean chambers, a pungent stench of blood flooded his nostrils.
People had died here. Many people.
Ling Canghai led Chu Feng further in and opened a door. Once that door swung open, an even more nauseating wave of blood hit them head-on.
At the same time, what came into view was an ancient bronze alchemy cauldron.
This cauldron was undoubtedly a priceless treasure.
And that thick, metallic scent of blood was emanating from it.
The moment Chu Feng laid eyes on that cauldron, he knew Ling Canghai was no good man.
What was being refined inside that cauldron was not pills—it was people.
"Young friend Chu Feng, do you know what this cauldron is used for?" Ling Canghai asked with a pleasant smile.
"You've been cultivating a demonic art?" Chu Feng asked.
"Hahahaha…" Ling Canghai threw his head back in laughter, his raspy voice sending chills down the spine.
"What is righteous, and what is demonic? I have merely cultivated a technique. If this technique requires killing, does that make it demonic?
"If that were truly the case, then there would be no righteous path in this world—because anyone who can hold their ground in this vast martial cultivation world must have blood on their hands," Ling Canghai said.