Chapter 116: Sect Heir Status Shocks Them to Their Knees

Chapter 116: Sect Heir Status Shocks Them to Their Knees

The sword's might blazed brilliantly, descending through the air to suppress all.

It filled every corner of the hall, as though everything had frozen solid.

Even the shadow that had appeared above Chen Feng's head came to a halt.

A strand of sword light bloomed, piercing through the void with unstoppable force, its astonishing sharpness permeating heaven and earth.

The shadow was effortlessly impaled without exception.

A shrill, agonized scream rang out as the shadow plummeted from the air, crashing to the ground without another sound.

The terrifying sword might that had filled the heavens and earth dissipated just as swiftly. Chen Feng glanced over and clearly saw that the shadow was a black-robed elder—his face gaunt, his skin deathly pale, his eyes wide open, filled with confusion and terror.

Evidently, even in death, he had never imagined such an outcome.

"Just a mere Return to Origin Realm cultivator..." Yang Tao sneered, as though he had never even made a move. His hands remained clasped behind his back, his demeanor calm and unruffled, with no discernible fluctuations in his aura.

In a flash, Chen Feng stepped onto the corpse.

"Devour!"

He silently recited, and the Divine Talisman Of Creation immediately trembled, releasing an astonishing devouring force.

Chen Feng instantly sensed a vast surge of power being drawn from the black-robed elder's corpse, rushing into his body and surging straight toward his sea of consciousness.

It was a mass of shadow-like radiance, brimming with terrifying energy.

In the blink of an eye, the shadow radiance was devoured by the Divine Talisman Of Creation. The next moment, an even purer strand of shadow radiance separated and coursed through his entire body.

His skin, flesh, bones, organs, acupoints, and internal energy were all tempered anew.

Though the energy seemed minuscule, it carried the sensation of a roaring river, causing Chen Feng's body to shudder faintly.

A glint of joy flashed in his eyes.

"It should be a Spirit-Grade Divine Trait, but the development of its potential has reached an astonishing level..."

The strength gained from devouring a divine trait was closely tied to both the trait's grade and the extent to which its potential had been developed.

A Return to Origin Realm cultivator, whose cultivation and strength far surpassed his own, would naturally have developed their divine trait's potential to an incredible degree.

Chen Feng could clearly feel that his foundation had grown stronger by at least ten percent.

His overall strength had also increased by the same margin.

One should never underestimate such an improvement.

Back in the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm, he had slain and devoured numerous divine traits, some even of the King-Grade, yet they had only enhanced him by ten percent.

And at that time, his foundation and strength had been far inferior to what they were now.

This proved that the Spirit-Grade Divine Trait he had just devoured contained far greater power than those of the peerless geniuses he had encountered in the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm.

Though Yang Tao was puzzled as to why Chen Feng was stepping on the black-robed elder's corpse, he did not intervene. Nor did he realize that, in just a single breath, Chen Feng's foundation and strength had grown significantly once more.

At the same cultivation realm, improving one's foundation and strength became increasingly difficult the further one progressed.

After all, everyone had their limits—the only difference lay in whether those limits were high or low.

"Shadow Uncle..."

Yang Lin finally snapped out of his daze, staring at the black-robed elder's corpse with disbelief, confusion, horror, and grief.

The man who had followed and secretly protected him for so many years—was he truly dead?

No grand battle. No heroic last stand.

(To be continued...)

"Who exactly are you?" Yang Lin looked up at Yang Tao. It was this unassuming old man who had just struck, killing Shadow Uncle with a mere wisp of sword light.

"I... I am merely a servant escorting the young master back," Yang Tao replied calmly.

"Impossible!" Yang Lin exclaimed in shock.

Though he couldn't discern the old man's cultivation level, anyone capable of slaying Shadow Uncle with a single sword light was certainly not in the Return to Origin Realm.

That meant this was a powerhouse at least in the Rebirth Realm, or even the Transcendent Realm.

"Who are you?" This time, Yang Lin turned his gaze to Chen Feng.

"He is the Sect Heir of our Huntian Sect," Yang Tao answered before Chen Feng could speak.

Yang Lin's mind reeled as if struck by lightning. His entire body trembled uncontrollably, and he staggered backward, his face draining of all color, turning ghostly pale.

Sect Heir!

That was equivalent to the status of their Yang Family's own Sect Heir.

What did that mean?

The others present might not understand, but Yang Lin knew all too well.

He couldn't help but recall how, over a year ago, he had summoned this person on a whim, only to dismiss him with disinterest after a few words.

Back then, the gap between their statuses had been immense.

Now, the gap was just as vast—but reversed.

"Yang Lin pays his respects to the Sect Heir." Yang Lin halted his retreat, his face growing even paler. Then, with a bitter expression, he bowed deeply, his voice barely above a whisper.

The Yang Family members were thunderstruck.

Yang Lin, the noble scion they had relied upon, their pillar of pride, had just lowered his exalted head.

It was unthinkable!

Sect Heir?

What was a Sect Heir?

To those from the Secular World, the title meant nothing.

But the scene before them made it clear—this was no ordinary designation.

"Heh."

Chen Feng let out a soft chuckle.

Yang Lin's lowered face twitched involuntarily, his complexion deathly white. From that light laugh, he could sense dissatisfaction.

Trembling, Yang Lin knew he had to make a choice.

One wrong move, and he would meet a gruesome end.

But he didn’t want to die.

Weighing his options, Yang Lin's legs gave way, and he dropped to his knees, pressing his forehead to the ground.

Chen Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, a look of surprise flashing across his face.

The Yang Family members were utterly terrified.

A deep bow had already shocked them beyond measure, but now, this noble young master was kneeling and kowtowing.

Was this a dream?

Chen Changhe and Chen Changfeng remained completely bewildered throughout.

A faint smirk curled at Yang Tao's lips.

Not just some random Yang Family disciple—even their Sect Heir would have to bow before the young master.

After all, the young master had eight Guardians, an unprecedented feat in the Eastern Wasteland.

"Sect Heir Chen, Yang Lin submits himself to your judgment," Yang Lin said hoarsely, his forehead still pressed to the ground.

"Since you’re being so sensible, I’ll spare your life," Chen Feng declared.

In the end, there was no life-or-death grudge between them. Now that Yang Lin had knelt and begged for mercy, submitting to judgment, there was no need to kill him.

Chen Feng wasn’t some bloodthirsty executioner, after all.

Future repercussions?

Only if Yang Lin had the capability.

A mere Qi Sea Realm cultivator who couldn’t even suppress him would only be left far behind in his wake.

"What other backing do you have? Bring it all out." Chen Feng's gaze swept past the kneeling Yang Lin, settling on the Yang Family Head as he spoke unhurriedly.

Like a deity passing judgment upon all.

"Chen... Nephew Chen." The Yang Family Head trembled from head to toe, his voice quivering, his face plastered with a pleading expression. "For the sake of Xuening, who was once your childhood sweetheart, please don’t make things difficult for us."

"I’m afraid you don’t yet know—Ye Yunqi is already dead, and Yang Xuening, though alive, isn’t faring well either." Chen Feng chuckled coldly. "Besides, Yang Xuening’s face isn’t that big."

At these words, the Yang Family members shuddered violently, their faces turning deathly pale.

They had no knowledge of what had transpired within the Huntian Sect, nor had any news reached them.

"Back then, the Yang Family came to Lingshan City and only managed to establish themselves with the support of my Chen Family. I won’t kill you, but though the death penalty is spared, living punishment is unavoidable." Chen Feng spoke calmly. "Uncle Yang, please cripple their cultivation."

"As you command."

Yang Tao immediately acted.

Sword energy blasted through the Yang Family members, their bodies convulsing violently as their opened acupoints collapsed one after another.

The Aperture Opening Realm cultivators among the Yang Family resembled deflated balloons, their auras rapidly declining. Their faces turned ashen, their energy withered, and blood trickled from the corners of their mouths.

Not just them—every single member of the Yang Family had their cultivation crippled.

"Good. Now, you may leave Lingshan City. Remember—you leave empty-handed. Not a single possession is to be taken." Chen Feng’s tone remained unhurried.

Back then, the Yang Family had arrived nearly empty-handed, relying on the Chen Family’s support to establish themselves in Lingshan City and gradually grow to where they were today.

Now, they would depart just as they had come—empty-handed, with their cultivation abolished as punishment.

Thus, the grievances between them were settled.

But if these Yang Family members still sought revenge, then next time, their lives would not be spared.

As for the Yang Ancestral Clan, one of the top ten powers in the Eastern Wasteland—if they chose to intervene on behalf of these lesser branches, Chen Feng harbored no fear.

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