Martial God Asura

Chapter 6528: The Number One Under Heavenly God

Chapter 6528: The Number One Under Heavenly God

Chu Feng had fused Bai Yunqing’s formation into the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion’s formation, and the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion’s formation was pumping its spirit power into the sacred item.

The Seven Realms Sacred Mansion’s greed ended up helping Chu Feng.

Even if the sacred item went amok, everyone would only think that the culprit was the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion instead of Chu Feng.

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There was a spatial realm located in proximity to the sacred item. In the spatial realm was a black mountain made from a cultivation treasure. At the peak of the mountain was a sealed cavern.

At the foot of the mountain was an extravagant palace. The palace emanated a dark red aura that flowed toward the mountain cavern.

The dark red aura was clearly the sacred item’s aura, but it had been refined into energy that could be used for cultivation.

A Netherworld Sectmember floated above the palace. He had a dashing appearance, but his ghastly pale face made him look eerie. He was Zhao Feng, Baili Xukong’s godson.

He was the one who had discovered the method to refine the sacred item’s energy using a natural oddity as a medium, processing it into a cultivation resource.

“As expected of my godfather’s blood-related son. Little brother Zilin is truly talented. His cultivation will grow by leaps and bounds after this,” Zhao Feng looked at the cavern as he remarked.

Boom!

Shockwaves rippled from the cavern. At the same time, the dark red aura flowing toward the cavern slowed.

“Looks like that’s all for now.”

Zhao Feng knew that Baili Zilin had reached his limit and couldn’t absorb any more dark red aura, so he flitted into the palace.

The moment he stepped into the palace, he heard multiple groans of agony, but he ignored them. These were all the victims he had schemed to capture. Despite the palace’s extravagant appearance, it was actually a prison.

The entire place felt eerie.

Zhao Feng opened one of the cell doors, and on the other side of the door was a different scenery. It was a well-decorated room, resembling that of a young lady. Desserts and fruits were placed on the table, though they were completely untouched.

After Zhao Feng walked into the room, he quickly closed the door, fearing that the noises outside would reach here. He glanced at the untouched food and sighed before casting his gaze at the corner of the room.

A woman sat there cross-legged, cultivating. She had an innocent face and wore a white dress. No man could resist the urge to take a second look at her. A set of wind chimes was fastened at her waist, making her look lively.

She was Feng Ling.

“Miss Feng Ling, you don’t have to cultivate on the ground,” Zhao Feng said with a smile.

“You’d have let me leave if you truly cared about me. Don’t you think it’s hypocritical of you to feign concern while locking me in here?” Feng Ling sneered.

“You have misunderstood me, Miss Feng Ling.” Zhao Feng opened the door, allowing the cries of agony to reach the room. “Don’t you think I’m already treating you very well? You would have been suffering with the others if not for my protection.”

Zhao Feng closed the door after finishing his words.

The screams were so intense that Feng Ling looked nowhere as calm as before.

“What do you want from me?” Feng Ling asked.

“Miss Feng Ling, are my intentions not clear enough? I have told you that I have seen you a long time ago, but it wasn’t convenient for me to reveal my face due to our sect’s rules. Back then, you were already a renowned prodigy of the Bloodline Galaxy. The moment I saw you, I could no longer tear my eyes away from you. You are my dream lover.

“What I want is very simple. I just want you to marry me and become my wife. But I’m afraid there are complications now.” Zhao Feng looked troubled.

Feng Ling frowned. Marrying you is not easy at all for me. You don’t catch my eye. Nevertheless, she asked, “What complications are there?”

“Do you know who I am? Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Zhao Feng, one of the leading figures of the Netherworld Sect’s new faction, Baili Xukong’s godson. My little brother, Baili Zilin, has a grudge with that lad named Chu Feng.

“Not only are you acquainted with Chu Feng, but the two of you are also on close terms. That makes it difficult for me to take you as my wife. However, it’s still possible to resolve this matter.

“As long as you join our Netherworld Sect and tell little brother Zilin that you aren’t good friends with Chu Feng and that you’re willing to deal with Chu Feng for me, I promise that you’ll leave this place safe and sound and receive cultivation resources beyond your imagination. With your talent, I’m sure you can become a formidable figure just like me.

“And if you do help us deal with Chu Feng, that would be a huge accomplishment. That would lay the groundwork for you to marry me,” Zhao Feng said.

“Is Baili Zilin here as well?” Feng Ling asked.

“Yes, he’s about to emerge from this closed-door training. Let’s meet him together,” Zhao Feng said.

“All right.” Feng Ling nodded as she rose to her feet.

Zhao Feng was overjoyed to hear that. He tried to grab her hand, but she dodged it.

“You’ll have to respect me if you want to marry me. I won’t have physical contact with any men before marriage,” Feng Ling said.

Zhao Feng frowned.

In response, Feng Ling smiled sweetly at him, and that loosened his frown.

“Young master Zhao, you understand me, right? I’m sure you don’t like a woman who has no boundaries,” Feng Ling spoke in a much gentler tone, which made Zhao Feng smile.

“Of course. I am a gentleman.”

Zhao Feng led the way for Feng Ling.

As they walked out of the palace, a man emerged from the cavern. It was Baili Zilin.

Zhao Feng quickly flitted to the top of the mountain, and Feng Ling followed him.

Baili Zilin was displeased to see Feng Ling. This might be their first meeting, but Baili Zilin had already seen paintings of her. To be exact, he had seen paintings of everyone acquainted with Chu Feng.

He also knew that Feng Ling was imprisoned here, and she was being treated well because of Zhao Feng’s intervention.

“Little brother Zilin, congratulations on your successful closed-door training. You have reached rank seven True God level in a single breath,” Zhao Feng said.

“It’s a pity that I have failed to reach rank nine True God level,” Baili Zilin remarked.

“You can’t say that. As important as cultivation levels are, fighting prowess is also equally important. With little brother Zilin’s talent and strength, even as a rank seven True God level cultivator, your fighting prowess easily makes you the strongest man beneath Heavenly Gods,” Zhao Feng said.