Chapter 72: Don’t Spurn Your Senior Brother’s Kindness

Chapter 72: Don’t Spurn Your Senior Brother’s Kindness

"Stop him!"

The three saints roared in unison.

Their faces darkened with fury, their previous elegance and composure utterly shattered.

That was a saintly herb!

A treasure capable of granting them immense benefits.

Yet, right under their noses, it had been snatched away—and by a mere disciple of the Huntian Sect, no less.

Even more absurd, the thief was nothing but a Mortal Body.

So what if it was an inverse mortal body? It was still a Mortal Body, incomparable to their God-Grade Divine Traits.

It was like a starving beggar snatching a treasure from the hands of an emperor who held power over life and death—right in front of him.

The humiliation was indescribable.

The others stood frozen in shock.

No one could have anticipated such a turn of events.

That it would be this person… who seized the saintly herb in such an unexpected manner.

As the three saints bellowed, their followers from the three sacred lands sprang into action, rushing to intercept Chen Feng.

Chen Feng swiftly stored the dragon-shaped saintly herb into the Creation Space, his heart surging with uncontrollable excitement.

Never in his wildest dreams!

He had just been pondering how to seize the saintly herb.

After all, the crowd was dense, and every one of them was formidable—especially the three saints, whose strength was terrifying. Without entering the Sword Unity Realm, he stood no chance against them.

But the Sword Unity Realm’s duration was too brief, its consumption too immense, making it a last resort.

Yet, against all odds, the saintly herb had flown out—straight toward him, landing within reach. Such heaven-defying luck!

To let it slip away would be to invite divine retribution.

Now that the herb was in his grasp, Chen Feng wasted no time in fleeing.

Interception?

"Let’s see if you can even catch me," Chen Feng mused inwardly.

Pushing his movement techniques to their limits, his speed in that instant rivaled even those at the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm.

Drawing his sword!

A blade light so sharp it seemed capable of cleaving heaven and earth slashed through the air, leaving behind a fine, straight line—a stark boundary between sky and sea, its killing intent chilling to the bone. For a moment, everyone felt their hearts freeze.

Even the three saints instinctively narrowed their eyes, their gazes sharpening.

First Form of the Juejian Sword Art!

The sword swept forth, effortlessly bisecting two cultivators at the Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm who stood in his path.

Chen Feng dashed past them, and the moment his body made contact— "Devour!"

The Divine Talisman Of Creation unleashed a terrifying suction force, instantly draining the divine traits of the two fallen cultivators.

Ever since the Divine Talisman Of Creation activated its new function and unlocked the Creation Space, its devouring power had surged dramatically. No longer did it require direct palm contact—mere physical touch was enough.

Chen Feng even wondered: if this power continued to grow, could he eventually devour divine traits with every sword strike? Or even from a distance?

Dashing into the fissure, Chen Feng paused slightly.

Behind him, pursuers swarmed.

But the fissure was narrow, allowing only one person through at a time.

The first to squeeze through was met with a flash of icy sword light streaking toward him. There was no time to dodge—only overwhelming horror flooding his heart like a bursting dam.

Devour!

This time, Chen Feng didn’t linger. He erupted into motion once more, sprinting forward at full speed.

After devouring the divine traits of three prodigies and gaining a slight boost in divine trait power, Chen Feng's foundation was further strengthened, and his speed improved marginally at the limit. Though the increase wasn't substantial, it still made him slightly faster.

"There isn't much time left before the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm closes. I should leave now," Chen Feng muttered to himself.

With the saintly herb secured, his primary goal in entering the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm was accomplished, and he had even gained tremendous additional benefits. What more could he ask for? Well, there was one thing—he wished he could slaughter every member of the Tianyuan Sacred Land here and devour all their divine traits.

Especially the Tianyuan Saint's God-Grade Divine Trait—if he could devour it, it would undoubtedly bring a massive enhancement to his foundation.

Unfortunately, all of that would have to wait for the future.

Chen Feng's speed had reached the level of the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm, even surpassing those at the same realm who weren't specialized in speed. Combined with the complex terrain inside Panlong Peak, it didn't take long for the Eleventh Transformation pursuers to lose track of him. Only a few at the Twelfth Transformation remained locked onto his trail.

The three saints were not idle either.

The saintly herb—it had to be reclaimed.

And the man—he had to be killed!

Otherwise, how could they save face?

"Junior Brother Chen..." Yuan Hualong was also among the pursuers, but his true intention wasn't to retrieve the saintly herb. Instead, he was looking for an opportunity to see if he could assist Chen Feng.

Li Yiming, however, was genuinely chasing him.

Following the fissure he had entered through, Chen Feng didn't lose his way. He eventually rushed out of Panlong Peak and sprinted toward the rainbow light portal of the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm.

However, the distance to the portal was considerable, and he couldn't cover it in a short time.

His Huntian Sword Body, at the peak of the sixth level, granted him a formidable physique and unparalleled stamina.

Just as Chen Feng left Panlong Peak and plunged into the forest, figures swiftly emerged from the fissure.

"Where is he?"

"He seems to have gone that way!"

The group quickly discussed before some immediately resumed the chase.

"You three, continue the pursuit. The rest, follow me to the exit," the Nangong Saint commanded, his eyes flashing with starlight as he addressed three of his clansmen at the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm.

The Zhenwu Saint and the Tianyuan Saint issued similar orders.

Chen Feng would undoubtedly try to leave the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm, and there was only one exit portal.

If they guarded the portal, they wouldn't have to worry about missing him—as long as they arrived before he did. If they were even a moment too late, he would escape, and all their efforts would be in vain, leaving them fuming with rage.

The three saints activated their divine traits to the limit, unleashing their full cultivation, and their speed became astonishingly fast.

Inside Panlong Peak, their speed had been restricted by the terrain and fissures, but now, with no external hindrances, they could move with absolute freedom.

...

Entering the forest was like a dragon returning to the sea.

Chen Feng darted between the trees, glancing back to see faint glimpses of his pursuers—though they were gradually falling behind.

The dense woods made tracking as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

Only when the surroundings fell completely silent did Chen Feng pause to rest. Even with the immense endurance granted by his peak sixth-level Huntian Sword Body, it wasn't inexhaustible.

"The saintly herb..."

Chen Feng recovered his strength while pondering, resisting the urge to take out the saintly herb for inspection, fearing unforeseen complications.

About a moment later, a rustling sound suddenly arose. Chen Feng's sharp gaze instantly locked onto the source as a figure emerged from the bushes.

It was none other than Li Yiming.

"Junior Brother Chen, so you're hiding here. The three saints plan to ambush you at the exit," Li Yiming said, forcing a smile after a momentary pause upon seeing Chen Feng, as if surprised by the encounter. "Hand the saintly herb over to me. They won’t know, and when I submit it later, rest assured—the credit for obtaining it will be yours. I won’t take a shred of it for myself."

Chen Feng stared at Li Yiming and chuckled twice.

The laughter and his gaze made Li Yiming deeply uncomfortable.

"Junior Brother Chen, I’m doing this for your own good," Li Yiming pressed on, maintaining his patience.

"I didn’t obtain the saintly herb," Chen Feng replied bluntly. After all, the herb was safely stored in the Creation Space, undetectable to anyone. Even if they inspected the Huntian Space Ring, they’d find nothing. His denial was absolute.

"Junior Brother Chen, don’t take me for a fool. The saintly herb vanished the moment you passed by. If you didn’t take it, did it grow wings and fly away?" Li Yiming’s expression darkened, his voice turning icy.

"The saintly herb is unpredictable—it might’ve truly burrowed underground," Chen Feng said with feigned sincerity.

"Then why did you run?" Li Yiming’s hostility grew more pronounced.

"With the herb disappearing inexplicably and me being the only one nearby, no amount of explanation would clear me. Running was the only option," Chen Feng replied with a smile.

"It seems Junior Brother Chen intends to spurn my goodwill..." Li Yiming’s eyes glinted with a chilling intent.

Another rustling sound broke the tension as the bushes swayed, and another figure swiftly emerged.