"I have indeed made great progress this time."
"To think about it, I have you to thank, Sworn Brother."
Baili Zilin said.
"There's no need to be so formal between us."
"When my parents passed away back then, I was still just a child — only ninety-nine years old."
"If not for Sworn Father taking me in as his adopted son, caring for me and raising me, I, Zhao Feng, could never have achieved my current level of cultivation."
"Now, at my young age — not even two hundred — I have already surpassed my parents and become a powerhouse of the God realm. Moreover, within the God realm, I possess the ability to advance by an entire tier."
"I naturally have some talent of my own."
"But I am well aware that the greatest credit belongs to Sworn Father's nurturing."
"Without Sworn Father, the current me would not exist," Zhao Feng said.
Baili Zilin forced a smile, but it was extremely stiff.
"Sworn Brother, I hear that you've been searching for someone called Chu Xuanyan?"
"Yes. He was the one who gravely injured my parents back then, leading to their death."
"Now that I have reached the God realm, I certainly have the ability to avenge them."
"It's just a pity that Chu Xuanyan seems to have vanished entirely. Not a single trace of him can be found throughout the entire Martial Cultivation World."
"I wonder if, during his battle with my parents back then, he appeared unharmed on the surface but was actually left with fatal injuries and has already died."
Zhao Feng rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought.
"Sworn Brother, I understand that you want to avenge your parents."
"But don't forget the rules of our Prison Sect — everything must be prioritized for the sect's benefit."
"If you keep this up, you'll be spreading your attention too thin, and it will inevitably affect the speed at which you complete your missions."
"Take me for example — I clearly have a grudge against that Chu Feng, yet I haven't used the Prison Sect's resources to hunt him down."
When Baili Zilin reached this point, he turned his gaze toward Feng Ling.
"This young lady — why does she look so familiar? Could her name be Feng Ling?"
With that, Baili Zilin stepped forward, approaching Feng Ling: "Are you the one who fought alongside Chu Feng at the Peak of the Nine Heavens?"
Upon seeing this, Zhao Feng's expression turned tense.
But Feng Ling simply smiled sweetly: "That's right — it's me."
Hearing this, Baili Zilin directed his gaze toward Zhao Feng: "Sworn Brother, what is the meaning of this?"
"Did you know I was once defeated by Chu Feng, so you brought his friend here just to spite me?"
Baili Zilin asked.
"Brother Zilin, what are you saying?"
"Please don't misunderstand. Miss Feng Ling does indeed know Chu Feng, but the events at the Peak of the Nine Heavens were nothing but wild rumors."
"Miss Feng Ling was merely forced by circumstance to have some dealings with Chu Feng — they were never close."
"In truth, she has long been fed up with that Chu Feng."
"Now, she is willing to join our Prison Sect and help us deal with Chu Feng."
"Feng Ling, isn't that right?"
When Zhao Feng reached this point, he looked at Feng Ling and covertly winked at her.
"Um… well…"
Feng Ling chuckled, but suddenly a seventh-tier True God aura erupted from her body.
At the same time, a formidable aura surged outward. Her cultivation not only rapidly reached the ninth tier of True God but also granted her heaven-defying combat power.
And as she revealed her cultivation, she had already struck.
Because she was standing so close to Baili Zilin, one hand seized his wrist and twisted it behind his back.
Her other hand clamped around Baili Zilin's neck.
"That was no rumor. Chu Feng and I are friends — our relationship is… extremely intimate."
Feng Ling said to Zhao Feng.
"You…!!!"
Zhao Feng's expression changed drastically. In an instant, the aura of a first-tier God was released.
"Do you want him dead?"
But Feng Ling showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, her five fingers, sharp as blades, dug into Baili Zilin's neck.
Blood streamed down along her fingers.
"Feng Ling — you dare play me?!"
Zhao Feng's eyes burned red with fury, his teeth clenched.
But he was worried about Baili Zilin's safety. Although the pressure of his first-tier God cultivation had already sealed off all of Feng Ling's escape routes, he dared not actually make a move against her.
"Play you?"
"That's exactly what I'm doing."