You Audacious Dog of a Servant

The shout from Liu Chengfeng seemed to startle the figure in the sky.

He stood above the nine heavens, lowering his head to gaze down at Liu Chengfeng.

The power of that gaze was like a prehistoric torrent, crushing everything in its path.

Under his stare, all Gods and Devils of the heavens would tremble in fear.

Faced with such divine might, Liu Chengfeng could not help but feel shaken to his core.

Under the pressure of that terrifying power, the celestial body within Liu Chengfeng's mind shone brilliantly, and the Heavenly Mound began to rotate.

The rotation of the Heavenly Mound seemed to instantly awaken this supreme, invincible figure.

"Azure Emperor—"

A thunderous roar echoed across the world, followed by an explosion of lightning that plunged the entire realm into an ocean of electricity.

A one-legged beast with the stature of a God and Devil appeared, its roar shattering the stars.

The supreme, invincible figure cast one more glance at Liu Chengfeng, shooting a beam of golden light toward him, which Liu Chengfeng immediately reached out to catch.

The supreme, invincible figure stepped into the void, cleaving through the sea of lightning and charging forward to strike at the one-legged beast.

Amidst the deafening roar, a terrifying shockwave of lightning erupted, blindingly bright, and Liu Chengfeng's vision blurred until he could see nothing at all.

When Liu Chengfeng was finally able to see clearly again, everything from before had vanished.

The thousand-meter skeleton, the invincible figure, and the one-legged beast had all disappeared without a trace.

The small boat remained at the ferry, and the river was still shrouded in mist.

Only the corpse stood there, gripping the bamboo pole.

Liu Chengfeng looked at what he was holding in his hand; it was a golden incense stick, seemingly sculpted from solid gold.

"What was that just now?"

As everything dissipated, what he had just witnessed felt like a dream.

"The Emperor Pass slays ten thousand beasts; one technique suppresses the ages."

"The Emperor Pass slays ten thousand beasts; one technique suppresses the ages."

Liu Chengfeng could not help but repeat these words over and over.

"We have arrived."

Liu Chengfeng knew it was time to disembark, so he jumped off the boat.

"When the moon is full and the yin is at its peak, come and offer incense."

After the corpse finished speaking, it lay back down on the small boat and returned to its deathly stillness.

Liu Chengfeng firmly memorized these words, calculated the time in his mind, and turned to leave.

Just as Liu Chengfeng walked out of the valley, a sudden, foul-smelling wind swept in, sending sand and stones flying and snapping tree branches.

A massive wild boar emerged from around the corner of the mountain, blocking Liu Chengfeng's path.

This boar was three or four meters tall and over ten meters long, its bristles oily and bright, its muscles bulging like iron, and its tusks, sharp as blades, glinting with a dark light.

When this boar appeared, all other beasts fell silent; no bird or animal dared to approach, for it was the master of this place.

The blood energy surging from the boar's body was like a rushing river, exerting immense pressure.

Seeing this boar, Liu Chengfeng felt a chill in his heart and gripped the hilt of his sword.

He activated the celestial body in his mind, focusing his Sky Eye on the boar.

"So you are the king of Little Meng Mountain."

Liu Chengfeng knew this boar; having spent half a year in Little Meng Mountain, he had long since observed it.

This boar was the mountain lord, possessing three or four thousand years of cultivation.

Liu Chengfeng wondered if he should find a way to slaughter this boar and harvest its true blood.

When Liu Chengfeng spoke, the boar froze in surprise.

Exotic beasts were innate creatures; they possessed intelligence, but they were uncivilized, and they could not communicate with cultivators or other species.

The fact that Liu Chengfeng could communicate with it left the boar deeply astonished.

"What kind of person are you?"

"The most handsome person in Little Meng Mountain."

"Mountain Lord Ah Yuan."

The boar scoffed at Liu Chengfeng's words.

Seeing that the boar held no hostility, Liu Chengfeng had no choice but to give up, though he still harbored thoughts of taking its true blood.

"You actually managed to enter the God Tomb."

Mountain Lord Ah Yuan was incredibly shocked; having lived in Little Meng Mountain for so long, this was the first time he had ever seen someone enter it.

"God Tomb?"

Liu Chengfeng looked back, and where there had been a valley ferry, a massive tomb now stood, with a nameless stone tablet before it.

If he hadn't experienced it himself, Liu Chengfeng would have thought he was dreaming.

"What is the God Tomb?"

Liu Chengfeng was curious, but Ah Yuan could not answer; he knew very little.

"Who is buried in this tomb?"

"When was it built?"

Liu Chengfeng asked a few more questions, but Ah Yuan still could not answer.

Ah Yuan, this wild boar, was the master of Little Meng Mountain, an exotic beast with three or four thousand years of lifespan.

This was his first time communicating with a god-cultivator, and he was full of curiosity about Liu Chengfeng.

Exchanging words allowed Liu Chengfeng to gain a better understanding of Little Meng Mountain.

"I see there are several exotic beasts in this mountain nearly a thousand years old; their true blood must be quite good."

Liu Chengfeng felt embarrassed to mention that he had designs on Ah Yuan, wanting to extract his true blood.

"They are my subordinates; I have told them all not to provoke you."

This left Liu Chengfeng with nothing to say. One does not strike a smiling face, and he felt even more ashamed to go kill other exotic beasts for their true blood.

Liu Chengfeng turned and left, heading back to the Wu Dao Sect, as he had been away for half a year.

Ah Yuan even escorted him for a stretch of the journey before turning back.

As Liu Chengfeng left the God Tomb, in an unknown corner of the Green Meng Realm, eyes as large as lanterns suddenly snapped open, exhaling a terrifying radiance.

"The Master is still alive? If the Master returns, he will surely slay the gods and level the Green Meng."

Before Liu Chengfeng could return to the Wu Dao Sect, Zhao Jinnian had already come to kill.

Zhao Jinnian did not come alone; he brought over a dozen helpers and surrounded the Wu Dao Sect.

Zhao Jinnian had originally been a servant of the Wu Dao Sect, which had no disciples other than its tenant farmers.

However, since Zhao Jinnian's son had been taken in by the Ancient Kingdom Court as a god-child, the news had spread, and some rogue cultivators had defected to Zhao Jinnian.

In just one year, the Zhao Family Village had dozens of disciples.

This made Zhao Jinnian even more ambitious to swallow the entire Wu Dao Sect and take over all its properties.

Zhao Jinnian led his dozen or so disciples to the gates and smashed them to pieces.

"Zhao Jinnian, you still have the nerve to come back—"

Seeing Zhao Jinnian, Zhou Yinfeng was furious.

"Not only have I returned today, but I will also wipe you out. From now on, I am the master of Little Meng Mountain."

Without needing Zhao Jinnian to give the order, the dozen rogue cultivators loyal to him grabbed their blades and swords, rushing forward to kill Zhou Yinfeng.

"You are courting death—"

Zhou Yinfeng roared, grabbed his heavy hammer, and charged into the crowd.

Zhou Yinfeng's rage soared to the heavens, his blood energy erupting. He swung his hammer like a violent storm, smashing it toward the dozen rogue cultivators.

The rogue cultivators who had defected to Zhao Jinnian were not experts; they were merely at the first or second stage of the Blood Sea Divine Treasury, with only one or two at the third stage.

They were no match for Zhou Yinfeng. Screams rang out as several rogue cultivators had their skulls shattered by Zhou Yinfeng in an instant.

A third-stage Blood Sea Divine Treasury cultivator rushed forward, using a shield to block Zhou Yinfeng.

Zhou Yinfeng was like a wild ox; his muscles and bones groaned, his blood energy surged, and he hammered away relentlessly.

The dozen rogue cultivators could not contain him, let alone kill him.

"That is enough—"

Zhao Jinnian joined the fray. He roared like a wild ox and charged forward, his speed faster than Zhou Yinfeng's. As his hammer descended, the air exploded, shattering rocks and splitting stone.

Zhou Yinfeng raised his hammer to meet him, but he was no match for Zhao Jinnian. With a "bang," he was sent flying, blood spraying wildly from his mouth.

"Fourth stage—"

Zhou Yinfeng's expression changed drastically as he realized Zhao Jinnian's true strength.

"My master is an elder of the Ascending Wu Clan. Did you think I spent this past year doing nothing?"

After joining the Ascending Wu Clan, Zhao Jinnian had received many benefits, allowing him to break through the third stage and ascend to the fourth stage of the Blood Sea Divine Treasury.

Zhou Yinfeng tried to crawl up to fight again, but he was seized by the swarm of rogue cultivators.

"Take him back and hang him up. Let's see if that brat comes to save him. If you don't pull up the weeds by the roots, they will grow again with the spring breeze."

Finding that Liu Chengfeng was not at the Wu Dao Sect, Zhao Jinnian decided to take Zhou Yinfeng back.

"Tell that Liu brat to come to Zhao Family Village to ransom him, otherwise, I will skin his servant alive."

Zhao Jinnian left this message for the tenant farmers of Ten Mile Village.

The tenant farmers of Ten Mile Village were mere mortals who farmed and mined for the Wu Dao Sect; facing Zhao Jinnian, they could only tremble in fear.

By the time Liu Chengfeng rushed back, it was already too late; Zhao Jinnian had taken Zhou Yinfeng away.

Upon hearing the news from the tenants, Liu Chengfeng's expression turned cold. Without a word, he turned and headed straight for Zhao Family Village.

Zhao Family Village was built just a few dozen miles outside of Ten Mile Village.

Since the Zhao family's rise to prominence, Zhao Family Village had grown larger and larger, recruiting more and more disciples; its scale was completely incomparable to the Wu Dao Sect.

Possessing such strength, it was no wonder Zhao Jinnian wanted to become the master of Little Meng Mountain.

"You dog slave, come out and die."

When Liu Chengfeng arrived at Zhao Family Village, he saw Zhou Yinfeng hanging from the gatehouse, his body drenched in blood and covered in wounds.

"Young Master, be careful, he has backing."

Seeing Liu Chengfeng arrive alone, Zhou Yinfeng could not help but be alarmed.

"Good lad, you've got guts, you actually dared to come."

Zhao Jinnian was surprised to see Liu Chengfeng; he had not expected him to truly show up.

"Today, I am purging the sect for the Wu Dao Sect."

"Ha, ha, ha, purging the sect? Do you know who I am now?"

"My son is a God Son of the Ancient Kingdom, and I am a direct disciple of an elder of the Ascending Wu Clan."

"As for the mere Wu Dao Sect, killing all of you is like crushing an ant," Zhao Jinnian said with a wild laugh.

"In that case, my purging of the sect will not only involve killing this wicked slave, but also slaying your son."

Liu Chengfeng sneered.

"An ant dares to speak such arrogant words? You deserve to die."

Zhao Jinnian roared in anger.

"In just one year, you slave think you've become a master, looking down on everything. Seeing your wicked face is truly a disgrace."

"Kill him! Tear him into ten thousand pieces!"

Zhao Jinnian's fury soared to the heavens. Ever since he rose in status through his son, he had turned his life around and considered himself superior to others, no longer a mere slave.

Now, Liu Chengfeng's words were a humiliation to him.

At Zhao Jinnian's command, dozens of disciples from Zhao Family Village rushed over and surrounded Liu Chengfeng.

"Brat, die—"

Dozens of disciples vied for credit, impatiently attacking Liu Chengfeng with blades, swords, and spears.

"You seek death—"

Liu Chengfeng's eyes turned cold. With his Red Iron Sword in hand, he rose and charged forward.

Liu Chengfeng's blood energy erupted, granting him the strength of ten thousand catties, and his speed was faster than a leopard. He slashed out with his Red Iron Sword, taking down one opponent with every strike.

Liu Chengfeng tore through them like a tyrannosaurus, while the rogue cultivators raised their weapons to meet him.

They were merely cultivators at the first or second stage of the Blood Sea Divine Treasury and were no match for a single strike from Liu Chengfeng.

Screams rang out as Liu Chengfeng swung his sword in a frenzy, shattering blades and breaking swords; these rogue cultivators either had their bodies cleaved open or their skulls crushed.

Blood splattered and severed limbs fell; it was a one-sided massacre.

The remaining rogue cultivators were terrified and turned to flee.

Liu Chengfeng caught up to them in two or three strides and decapitated them with his sword.

Even a shield-wielding expert at the third stage of the Blood Sea Divine Treasury could not withstand Liu Chengfeng's violent strike; his shield was shattered, and he was sent flying.

"Die—"

Zhao Jinnian was both shocked and enraged.

He had not expected that in just one year, a mortal could become so powerful; he himself had only just broken through to the third stage in that same year.

With a roar, Zhao Jinnian raised his hammer to strike. He practiced the Wild Ox Hammer Technique, which had been taught by Liu Chengfeng's master—a middle-grade human-tier technique.

With a move called "Wild Ox Turns Over," he spun his body and swung his hammer like a meteor, smashing it toward Liu Chengfeng.

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