Chapter 70: The Saintly Herb—The Huntian Sect Targeted

Chapter 70: The Saintly Herb—The Huntian Sect Targeted

The rainbow light surged upward, mist-like and ethereal. Its seven-colored radiance was breathtakingly gorgeous, dazzling and mysterious, continuously coiling and twisting until it formed a dragon-shaped phenomenon about one meter long. It writhed like a true dragon, circling and prowling endlessly.

"What is that...?"

"What kind of thing is that?"

Exclamations of shock erupted one after another.

Chen Feng’s eyes focused to their limit, faint traces of pale golden light flickering within them as his vision sharpened further. Through the swirling rainbow mist, he vaguely glimpsed a blurry silhouette—not human, but something resembling a small dragon.

Though he had never seen a real dragon, he had encountered depictions in illustrated books.

The transformation continued, the dragon-shaped rainbow light still coiling and twisting.

"Saintly herb!" A clear, melodious voice rang out, bright as a nightingale’s call.

"Saintly herb..." Chen Feng found the voice somewhat familiar, but he didn’t dwell on it. Instead, his heart trembled with an indescribable surge of ecstasy.

Wasn’t obtaining a saintly herb the very reason he had entered the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm?

And now, it was right before his eyes.

Back at Juejian Peak, he had inquired and learned that nearly all saintly herbs possessed the ability to extend one’s lifespan—some longer, some shorter—though that was merely a secondary effect. Regardless, the fact remained: saintly herbs could prolong life.

"I must obtain it," Chen Feng muttered under his breath, clenching his fist.

Even if it only granted him ten or twenty more years, it would buy him time. With greater cultivation and strength in the future, he could seek even better life-extending medicines.

Time was hope itself.

Chen Feng wasn’t the only one with such thoughts. Everyone who had rushed here shared the same ambition.

A single saintly herb—its value was immeasurable, far surpassing that of any spiritual herb by countless times. Even for the three great sacred lands, with their profound accumulations, saintly herbs were exceedingly rare treasures.

"Junior Brother Chen!"

A voice called out. Yuan Hualong approached swiftly, taking his place beside Chen Feng.

More and more figures gathered.

"Senior Brother Yuan," Chen Feng responded, spotting Li Yiming as well. Li Yiming shot him a cold, sharp glance before his gaze was inevitably drawn to the rainbow light, burning with unparalleled desire.

Yuan Hualong, too, stared at the spectacle with fervent intensity.

His innate divine trait, the Black Dragon Battle Physique, bore some connection to dragons. As he watched the rainbow light, his divine trait stirred restlessly within him.

"If I can obtain and refine that saintly herb, my divine trait might break through the Saint-Level shackles and ascend to the Divine-Level..."

"This saintly herb is dragon-related—its worth is extraordinary. However, it doesn’t seem fully matured yet." A gentle voice interjected. Chen Feng glanced over to see a young man in a blue robe, and beside him, the Bun-haired Girl.

At the same time, the Bun-haired Girl’s gaze also landed on him.

The moment she saw Chen Feng, her eyes widened slightly, freezing for an instant before she snapped back to reality and immediately tugged at the blue-robed youth’s sleeve.

"Brother, it's him!" The Bun-haired Girl immediately pointed at Chen Feng and shouted, "He's the one who stole my Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid and impersonated Ye Wufeng!"

Ye Wufeng of Juejian Palace had also arrived. Upon hearing this, his face burned with humiliation, and he nearly exploded with rage. His eyes bore into Chen Feng with a murderous glare, as if he wanted to pierce and tear him apart.

"Whoever you are from the Huntian Sect, you stole my sister’s Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid. Hand it over and apologize," the blue-robed young man stepped forward, his gaze locking onto Chen Feng with overwhelming pressure, as if trying to crush him. "Otherwise, don’t blame me for not giving you a chance."

As he spoke, the blue-robed youth extended his five fingers—slender and pale, yet seemingly brimming with terrifying power.

Seeing those fingers, Ye Wufeng felt his face burn again.

Earlier, if the other party hadn’t merely intended to teach him a lesson rather than kill him, he would have already been dead.

The Bun-haired Girl smirked at Chen Feng challengingly.

Just imagining Chen Feng getting beaten to a pulp by her brother and her reclaiming the Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid filled her with glee.

As for killing Chen Feng?

That thought hadn’t crossed her mind.

Chen Feng ignored the Bun-haired Girl, instead focusing on the blue-robed youth. The fluctuations of his aura were intense—clearly at the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm.

But Chen Feng had recently slain a Twelfth Transformation peerless genius. Fearless, he was about to respond when— "Yang Zhiming, opportunities belong to those with the strength to seize them," Yuan Hualong suddenly stepped forward, locking eyes with the other. "My junior brother Chen Feng of the Huntian Sect obtained the Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid through his own ability. If you want to take it, you’ll have to get through me first."

Yang Zhiming, the blue-robed youth, frowned.

The surrounding onlookers watched eagerly, relishing the spectacle. Fortunately, the saintly herb hadn’t yet matured—this was perfect entertainment.

"Yuan Hualong of the Black Dragon Battle Physique, you’re standing up for him?" Yang Zhiming said coldly. "Do you understand the Huntian Sect’s current situation? If you insist on opposing my Yang Family, are you trying to speed up your sect’s decline?"

The Huntian Sect’s current state was far from ideal—in fact, it was dire.

This predicament stemmed partly from the sect’s own issues, but also from years of suppression by Tianyuan Sacred Land, with Juejian Palace’s cooperation and even some involvement from Tian Dao Sect.

The other two sacred-level forces and four super first-class powers, however, hadn’t deliberately targeted the Huntian Sect.

Otherwise, the sect would have already collapsed entirely.

Yang Zhiming’s words were undeniably a threat.

"You may be a Yang Family Young Master, but you’re just one of many. You don’t represent the entire Yang Family," Yuan Hualong retorted, utterly unfazed by the intimidation.

As a peerless genius possessing a top-tier Saint-Level innate divine trait, his willpower and resolve were extraordinary.

He wouldn’t be easily swayed by threats.

Yang Zhiming’s gaze grew colder as he stared at Yuan Hualong, who met it with unyielding dominance.

Two invisible auras clashed.

A storm seemed imminent!

From the Yang Family’s side, two more figures stepped forward, their oppressive auras unmistakably at the Twelfth Transformation.

Yuan Hualong’s expression shifted slightly.

One-on-one, he had no fear, but facing three Twelfth Transformation experts of the Body Forging Realm...

He stood no chance whatsoever.

"Junior Brother Li," Yuan Hualong immediately turned to Li Yiming, who had been standing aside watching the spectacle.

However, Li Yiming did not step forward. Instead, he said, "Senior Brother Yuan, since Junior Brother Chen took something that belonged to others, he should return it."

Though he also desired the Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid, what he truly coveted was the saintly herb currently maturing.

As for assisting Yuan Hualong against the three Twelfth Transformation experts of the Yang Family—especially to back Chen Feng—he was utterly unwilling.

"Junior Brother Li..." Yuan Hualong's expression darkened, as did those of the other Huntian Sect disciples at the Eleventh Transformation. None had expected Li Yiming to not only refuse solidarity but openly oppose them at such a critical moment.

"Li Yiming, why not leave the Huntian Sect? Our Tianyuan Sacred Land would gladly take you in," a Candidate for Sainthood from the Tianyuan Sacred Land said with a mocking laugh.

The faces of the Huntian Sect disciples twisted in anger.

Li Yiming merely glanced at the speaker and ignored him.

The atmosphere grew tense.

Chen Feng sensed another sharp gaze fixed upon him—Han Ming, the Quasi-Sect Heir of Qi Sha Hall.

"Three..."

Seeing Chen Feng look back, Han Ming silently mouthed the word.

Even now, he clung to the delusion that Chen Feng owed him three conditions—though Chen Feng had never agreed to such terms.

Meanwhile, from the Tianyuan Sacred Land's side, Lan Junhe stared at Chen Feng with undisguised killing intent.

"Yang Zhiming, our Juejian Palace is willing to assist your Yang Family against the Huntian Sect," declared a Sect Heir Candidate from Juejian Palace, his voice dripping with malice.

The Bun-haired Girl suddenly felt lost.

Her original intention had only been for her brother to teach a lesson to the one who took all the Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid and force him to return it.

How had things escalated to this point?

It felt like a storm was brewing, the oppressive tension suffocating.

The Huntian Sect disciples gathered together, their expressions grim.

"Kill all members of the Huntian Sect," the Tianyuan Saint commanded coldly.

Instantly, the Twelfth and Eleventh Transformation experts around him erupted with terrifying auras, their murderous intent surging forward like a tide.

"Senior Brother Yuan, we should retreat," one disciple urgently whispered to Yuan Hualong.

Chen Feng's eyes narrowed.

The situation was dire for the Huntian Sect. If a battle broke out, they would almost certainly perish here.

Even if he used the Sword Unity Realm, it would be futile—unless he could sustain it indefinitely.

Yuan Hualong clenched his fists in frustration but knew the disciple spoke wisely.

Just as he was about to make the call to retreat— A sudden change occurred!