Chapter 499: Insignificant Clowns

The Vice Valley Master of Spirit Sword Valley’s hatred for Chu Feng had reached its peak.

He gritted his teeth so hard they audibly ground together, nearly shattering.

“Don’t worry,” the Valley Master of Spirit Sword Valley said. “We’ll finish this today, all at once. We won’t leave a single one of them alive.”

Some time went by. The Celestial Sword Sect Leader had already returned, but the men from Spirit Sword Valley still hadn’t dared to make a move.

They were afraid of alerting the Celestial Sword Sect Leader and tipping off their prey, so they simply let him pass.

It was now past nine in the evening, and everyone had finished dinner.

It was then that Chu Feng drove back to Fuhe Village. He kept his Divine Soul extended the entire way, probing his surroundings for any movement, ready for an ambush.

Just then, Chu Feng froze for a second, a derisive smirk playing on his lips.

‘Well now, these old bastards from Spirit Sword Valley actually have the gall to show up? Isn’t that their Vice Valley Master? To think they’d follow me all the way to my home… They’re really courting death.’ Chu Feng’s expression gradually turned cold and grim.

He hadn’t finished them off before, and sure enough, they hadn’t given up. They were still trying to make a move on his family.

And here he hadn’t even gone to settle the score with them yet. But look at this—they had come knocking on his door themselves.

For now, Chu Feng acted as if he hadn’t seen them. He ignored them and drove straight home.

After all, his family was waiting for him, so he put everything else out of his mind.

To Chu Feng, the men from Spirit Sword Valley were a trivial matter. He could eliminate them in a flash; it would be easier than strangling a mouse. There was no need to rush.

When Chu Feng parked the car in the villa’s garage, his whole family came out to greet him.

“Honey, you’re back!” Su Miaoke hurried out from inside, her face a mixture of surprise and worry.

“Honey, I’m back. Don’t worry, I’m fine,” Chu Feng said with a smile.

“As long as you’re back, that’s all that matters,” the Celestial Sword Sect Leader said with a nod.

“It’s already ten. Aren’t you all asleep yet? You waited up for me?” Chu Feng asked with a smile as he looked at the group.

“Yes, we were all waiting for you. Xiao Feng, Mom saved you some food. I’ll go heat it up for you.” Chu Feng’s mother headed straight for the kitchen.

“Okay. You all should get some rest then, it’s late. I’ll head to bed after I eat,” Chu Feng said.

After bringing out the food, Chu Feng’s mother went to her room to rest.

In the living room, Su Miaoke and the Celestial Sword Sect Leader both watched him eat.

After he finished, Su Miaoke finally asked, “So, what happened? Tell me everything.”

She was very worried about him, terrified that something terrible had happened.

“Don’t worry, I’m perfectly fine, see? I’m okay. I just went to the Netherworld Sect and they set a trap for me. I almost fell for it. Those bastards are damn ruthless,” Chu Feng said.

In truth, he was still shaken just thinking back on it.

If it weren’t for his quick thinking and the Wealth God’s Order, he would have died countless times over.

“The Netherworld Sect only has nine cultivators at the Martial Arts Peak Realm, two of whom are at the Martial Arts Limit. You’ve defeated dozens of Martial Arts Peak experts before. You shouldn’t have had trouble with the Netherworld Sect, should you?”

“The Netherworld Sect may have a big name, but I’ve dealt with them before. Their actual strength isn’t that impressive. They’re just bizarre, which makes them seem mysterious and inscrutable, so people keep their distance. They certainly shouldn’t be a match for you,” the Celestial Sword Sect Leader said.

“You’re right, Master. Those guys from the Netherworld Sect were useless. I already took care of them. It’s a question whether the Netherworld Sect can even continue to exist. Even if it survives, someone will probably wipe it out. It’s destined to fall,” Chu Feng said.

“Then what other danger could you have run into? Tell us!” Bai Xue asked curiously.

“Those bastards are all cunning old schemers. They invited me over, didn’t say a word, just had me drink and then told me to go rest. But it turns out the Netherworld Sect was hiding an incredibly powerful being. Even I was no match for him. If my luck hadn’t held, I’d probably be dead,” Chu Feng said.

“What? You were almost killed? Doesn’t that mean he’s beyond the Martial Arts Limit?” the Celestial Sword Sect Leader asked in shock.

“He more than surpassed it. The guy is an old monster who’s lived for thousands of years. He’s just one step away from the Ghost Immortal Level. Some people can become Ghost Immortals through special Cultivation Techniques.”

“Of course, that kind of cultivator and technique could only have existed thousands of years ago; they’re impossible to find now. It’s not just humans who can cultivate to immortality—ghosts and monsters can too. Anything in existence can achieve immortality, as long as it has the right karmic destiny,” Chu Feng said.

“Anything can become an immortal? Then why are there only Human Cultivators now? We’ve never seen Ghost Cultivators, or any mountain sprites and wild beasts,” Bai Xue asked curiously.

She was very interested in these things and wanted to get to the bottom of it.

“Thousands of years have passed. The various lineages were severed long ago. It’s perfectly normal that you haven’t seen any,” Chu Feng said.