Chu Feng's entry into the Fierce Beast Prison World from the Blackwater Six Finger Pool had not only triggered the legendary Massacre Baptism…
It had also unlocked the Wolong Illusion Palace — something that even the members of the Wolong Martial Sect had never seen nor heard of.
Under Chu Feng's lead, Li Muzhi and the others who had chosen to resist the Massacre Baptism all received the opportunity to enter the Wolong Illusion Palace for cultivation.
However, those who had not gone to stop the Massacre Baptism — even though they were still inside the Fierce Beast Prison World — had no idea about what had transpired afterward.
All they knew was that the Fierce Beast Prison World, which had been swallowed by a black hurricane, had inexplicably transformed into a sacred land of blinding white.
They were deeply confused by this change. Some even suspected that they had already died and entered the legendary underworld.
Of course, if anyone bold enough ventured toward the center of the Fierce Beast Prison World, they would be able to see the statue that the Prison King had become, as well as the entrance to the Wolong Illusion Palace.
They simply could not enter — they did not have the qualification.
This was not something Chu Feng had done. It was a rule that had always existed within the Fierce Beast Prison World, established by the founding ancestor.
…
Time passed, and the Fierce Beast Prison World had reached the point when the hunt was supposed to end.
But the sealed barrier gate did not open.
What's more, during past hunts in the Fierce Beast Prison World, there were always disciples who encountered Fierce Beasts beyond their ability to handle, and used teleportation talismans to escape back.
But this time, not a single disciple had fled.
This abnormal situation had drawn the attention of the Wolong Martial Sect.
Meanwhile, at another location — a cultivation ground arranged by the founding ancestor, the Blackwater Six Finger Pool — the time had also come to an end.
The disciples had already climbed out of the Blackwater Pool. They had not only cleaned themselves up but had also taken off their Tempering Robes, preparing to leave one by one.
Judging from the expressions on the disciples' faces, however, some were happy while others were worried.
Those who were happy were naturally the ones whose tempering had gone smoothly and who could now feel the tremendously powerful natural energy of the Wolong Martial Sect. Their path of cultivation ahead would be bright and promising.
But those who were unhappy were not limited to the ones who had failed their tempering — Tu Yuanyuan was among them as well.
She had succeeded in her tempering. The reason for her dejection was Chu Feng's death.
All the disciples, whether they had succeeded or failed, would express their gratitude to the Guardian presiding over the place.
But Tu Yuanyuan did not. She knew that with her humble status, she should not offend the Guardian.
Yet she simply could not bring herself to curry favor with him now.
Because she was convinced that Chu Feng's death had been caused by this very Guardian.
Gurgle But suddenly, the seventh pool began to churn with roiling waves.
This drew the attention of everyone who had been preparing to leave.
"Guardian, why is this happening?"
Puzzled, some turned to the Guardian for an explanation.
But what they did not know was that even the Guardian himself had no idea why this was occurring.
Splash Without warning, the foul-smelling black water shot skyward.
But accompanying that burst of black water was a figure.
Everyone was badly startled when they saw this person — except Tu Yuanyuan, who jumped for joy and dashed straight toward him.
She threw herself directly into his arms.
Although his body was drenched in filthy black water and Tu Yuanyuan herself was already spotlessly clean, she did not mind in the slightest.
For no other reason than that this person was Chu Feng.
"Hey, hey, hey — Junior Sister Tu, please, have some dignity."
"No matter how handsome I am, you can't take advantage of me like this in front of everyone."
Tu Yuanyuan didn't mind the filth on Chu Feng, but Chu Feng pushed her away with a show of distaste.
Of course, he did so with a smile. If there was anyone present who truly cared about him, it would undoubtedly be Tu Yuanyuan.
"Chu Feng — you're still alive?!"
After a closer look confirmed that the person was indeed Chu Feng, a disciple blurted out.
"What, my being alive is a disappointment to you?"
After speaking, Chu Feng turned his gaze to the Guardian. "Guardian, surely you're not disappointed? After all, I, Chu Feng, am also a disciple under your loving care, aren't I?"
Chu Feng's words were dripping with sarcasm aimed at the Guardian.
After all, it was this same Guardian who had previously harmed him while claiming to have Chu Feng's best interests at heart — despicable to the extreme, shameless beyond measure.
"Chu Feng, it's a good thing that you've made it back alive."
"Where is your Tempering Robe?"
"Now that the tempering is over, the Tempering Robe should be handed in."
The Guardian said.
"Guardian, it's not that I refuse to hand it in — it's that I can't find my Tempering Robe."
Chu Feng replied.