Chapter 132: Fooled Into Submission, Entering the Thatched Hut

Chapter 132: Fooled Into Submission, Entering the Thatched Hut

Qi and blood surged, internal energy roiled.

Chen Feng’s injuries had fully healed, and his cultivation was completely restored.

"Chen Feng, you lied to me..."

A miserable howl suddenly rang out, filled with endless resentment and the bitterness of betrayal—enough to move listeners to tears. A figure was seen flying out from the mountainside, tracing a near-perfect arc before plummeting rapidly.

Boom!

The figure slammed hard into the ground, shaking the earth and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Ling Zhan lay sprawled in a starfish shape, embedded in the dirt, his bones feeling as though they had been shattered. A mouthful of blood sprayed uncontrollably from his lips.

Chen Feng instinctively averted his gaze, unable to bear the sight.

Yet inwardly, he couldn’t help but feel a dark satisfaction.

At least I’m not alone in this.

After a long while, Ling Zhan finally struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from his mouth, and immediately took out a pill to swallow.

Though he possessed a God-Grade Divine Trait Physique and had forged a Supreme Body Forging Foundation, he had yet to unlock the Hidden Treasures of the Body. Thus, both his physical resilience and foundation paled in comparison to Chen Feng’s. The injuries from his midair fall were far more severe than what Chen Feng had endured.

Before long, his wounds were treated.

"Chen Feng, you lied to me," Ling Zhan glared at him, his face twisted with indignation.

"Brother Ling, what do you mean?" Chen Feng feigned confusion, his acting skills impeccable.

"Didn’t you say the Golden-Furred Ape would impart profound techniques?" Ling Zhan questioned, wavering slightly under Chen Feng’s earnest and puzzled gaze but pressing on nonetheless.

"Indeed. Look—" Chen Feng drew his sword in response. Sword energy surged, instantly condensing into Sword Aura, radiating an astonishing sword pressure. "It was precisely thanks to the Golden-Furred Ape’s guidance that I comprehended the Fourth Realm of Sword Dao—Sword Energy Condensation into Aura."

Staring at the Sword Aura swirling around Chen Feng’s blade and sensing its overwhelming might, Ling Zhan’s eyes bulged, his pupils nearly popping out of their sockets. His heart trembled violently.

"You... you’ve actually mastered the Fourth Realm of Sword Dao?!"

Unbelievable!

Utterly shocking!

He himself possessed the True Martial Divine Body, a God-Grade Divine Trait Physique innately suited to martial cultivation. Yet even now, he had only grasped the Second Realm of Martial Dao—equivalent to the Second Realm of Sword Dao.

That was all!

The gap between the Second and Fourth Realms was immeasurable.

For a moment, Ling Zhan fell into deep self-doubt.

His mind was in turmoil, his Combat Intent greatly diminished.

"Are you truly saying you only comprehended the Fourth Realm of Sword Dao after receiving the Golden-Furred Ape’s guidance?" Ling Zhan pressed again.

"Correct," Chen Feng replied solemnly, his sincerity unwavering.

"In that case, I’ll seek its counsel once more!" Ling Zhan declared firmly before turning and charging back up the mountain.

Not long after, another agonized howl echoed through the air as he was sent flying even higher and landing even farther away, vomiting three mouthfuls of blood in succession.

"Did he just... die from the fall?"

Chen Feng blinked, feeling a faint twinge of guilt.

Ling Zhan slowly sat up, his face a mask of grief and fury as he glared at Chen Feng. Something felt off—he was starting to suspect he’d been duped.

"Chen Feng, why can’t I receive the Golden-Furred Ape’s guidance?" Ling Zhan demanded through gritted teeth after swallowing another pill.

"Well... perhaps it’s because the Golden-Furred Ape practices the sword, so it was willing to teach me..." Chen Feng mused before answering.

"That’s a sword? Have you ever seen a sword like that?!" Ling Zhan nearly laughed in exasperation, pointing at the thick, bowl-sized copper rod in the Golden-Furred Ape’s grip halfway up the mountain. His accusatory glare returned to Chen Feng.

"Is that... a Rod-Sword?" Chen Feng hesitated slightly before speaking. Seeing Ling Zhan's dark expression that seemed ready to devour him, he quickly adopted a solemn tone and explained, "Brother Ling, you're overthinking it. For a true master of the sword Dao, anything—grass, wood, bamboo, or stone—can become a sword. What's so strange about using a mere rod as a sword?"

"Is that so..."

Ling Zhan felt there was some logic to Chen Feng's words. For true experts, external constraints indeed mattered little.

Yet, instinct told him something was off.

He just couldn't pinpoint what.

"Chen Feng, we’ll fight another time." Though unable to articulate the unease, an innate instinct made Ling Zhan reluctant to engage Chen Feng now.

The atmosphere felt wrong.

With those words, Ling Zhan swiftly departed, decisive and without hesitation.

"Brother Ling, wait!"

Chen Feng hurriedly called out to stop him.

"Why don’t we seek guidance from the Golden-Furred Ape together? Perhaps we’ll gain some insights."

Ling Zhan hesitated, then considered how Chen Feng’s sword Dao had advanced to the fourth realm—truly astonishing. The idea tempted him.

Very well. Opportunities weren’t easily won.

The two immediately ascended the mountain, arriving before the Golden-Furred Ape. Its shattered golden eyes flickered with a hint of human-like mockery.

"Senior, we seek your guidance."

Chen Feng spoke respectfully, as did Ling Zhan. Standing side by side, they unleashed their full power in an instant assault.

Sensing Chen Feng’s aura, Ling Zhan’s expression turned grave, his shock profound. He pushed his strength further, digging into his reserves.

The Golden-Furred Ape swung its Copper Rod once more, splitting it into two rod-shadows that descended like collapsing pillars and crumbling mountains, unleashing an incomparably terrifying divine force.

Under the rod-shadows, everything was sealed and crushed.

A flash of insight struck Chen Feng. He twisted his body, conjuring an afterimage.

The afterimage shattered instantly.

Yet the rod-shadows didn’t vanish. Instead, they pivoted without pause, sweeping horizontally. At the same time, a drawn-out scream echoed as a figure was sent flying into the distance.

Chen Feng’s expression hardened as he slashed with his sword.

The strike was like a black-silver lightning bolt splitting the sky, erupting with unparalleled, awe-inspiring sword pressure.

Seventh Form of the Juejian Thirteen Swords!

Since obtaining the 'Sword' character, Chen Feng’s comprehension of sword techniques had been deepening every moment. Just now, he had successfully grasped the seventh form.

The slash’s power doubled compared to before.

Sword clashed against rod.

An overwhelming force crashed into him, impossible to resist. Chen Feng’s internal energy shattered once more, sending him flying backward.

But this time, he was hurled toward the Thatched Hut.

A flicker of joy flashed in Chen Feng’s eyes.

From inviting Ling Zhan to attack to being sent flying—everything had gone as planned.

The unseen guidance originated from that Thatched Hut, or rather, what lay inside. Entering it promised a great opportunity.

Perhaps this opportunity would skyrocket his cultivation and strength.

Opportunities were seized, not given. Facing danger was no surprise; failure was no surprise either. But if one feared danger and failure so much that they dared not strive—what was the point of cultivating the martial Dao?

Just as Chen Feng was about to rush into the thatched hut, a figure flashed by.

Chen Feng felt as if he had crashed into divine iron, his skull throbbing with pain.

"You're quite the smooth talker and a slippery one at that," a mocking voice rang out again.

Chen Feng’s scalp tingled as he swiftly pushed himself up, bursting into motion and retreating at full speed, his face tense with vigilance as he stared at the golden figure blocking the entrance of the thatched hut.

"Senior, how may I enter?" Chen Feng asked solemnly.

The Golden-Furred Ape gave no response, simply staring at Chen Feng with its golden-flecked eyes devoid of emotion, like a lofty deity looking down from above.

The pressure on Chen Feng intensified.

His newly tempered Invincible Heart trembled faintly, as if on the verge of collapse.

Yet, despite this, Chen Feng showed not a trace of fear.

The two locked eyes, as if competing to see who could go longer without blinking.

After roughly a quarter of an hour, the Golden-Furred Ape withdrew its gaze, turned around, and stepped into the thatched hut, seemingly swallowed by the darkness.

Chen Feng was utterly baffled.

What did that mean?

Should he enter?

Or should he enter?

Or perhaps... enter?

Well, then—enter it was.

Without hesitation, Chen Feng strode toward the thatched hut, though he kept his strength fully gathered, his sword energy condensed into aura along the blade, ready to strike at any moment.

Who knew if the Golden-Furred Ape would pull another surprise attack?

Even if he was no match for it, he wouldn’t just wait for death.

When his front foot crossed the threshold of the thatched hut without encountering any assault, Chen Feng remained on guard.

His back foot followed, stepping fully inside.

At first, his vision was plunged into pitch-black darkness, deep and boundless like a void.

The next moment, tiny points of light flickered to life, scattered in all directions, as dazzling as stars in the night sky.