Taking Young Natasha as a Disciple

"Haha... It seemed that in the end, I, Feng Xu, was the one who laughed last. That old immortal and that White Lotus crone wasted their self-destructions just to send me to a new world!"

Feng Xu burst into laughter, grief and joy mingling within it until bloody tears streamed down and dripped onto the ground.

"Just because I became an Immortal Emperor in merely a few thousand years, they resorted to such despicable sneak attacks—destroying my sect, shattering my World Domain, and disrupting my Dao heart."

"In the end, the Cultivation World was destroyed, and everything came to nothing. Nothing at all, hahaha!"

In the original Cultivation World, Feng Xu had been hidden away by his sect for thousands of years because of his monstrous talent, cultivating in seclusion until he forcibly reached the Immortal Emperor realm.

He had thought there would be nothing left to fear afterward, and that his sect could soar to greatness and become the third Immortal Emperor faction.

But Feng Xu's talent had been too terrifying, prompting the other two veteran Immortal Emperors to join forces and ambush him so he would not surpass them in the future.

Yet neither of them had expected that their all-out attack would fail, only managing to shatter Feng Xu's sect and World Domain.

The final result was Feng Xu going mad and fighting to the death, destroying the ninety-nine heavens of the Cultivation World, along with countless World Domains and worlds below them.

Just as Feng Xu was lost in his memories, young Natasha suddenly let out a scream.

Natasha, who had originally been floating in midair supported by Feng Xu's power, was now crushed into the earth by the aura leaking from him due to his unstable state of mind.

Her limbs were twisted and broken, blood seeped continuously from her seven orifices, and she was barely clinging to life.

Startled awake by her screams, Feng Xu swiftly withdrew his aura as a vast amount of spiritual energy surged forth and wrapped around Natasha.

In an instant, Natasha, who had already had one foot in death's door, stood where she was completely unharmed.

Even she herself was a little dazed, standing there blankly without understanding what had just happened.

"Silly child." Having composed himself, Feng Xu shook his head with a smile, feeling a trace of familiarity in the scene before him.

He remembered that when he had first met his master, he too had worn the same stunned, dumbfounded expression.

His gaze immediately turned toward the night sky with a hint of nostalgia, as though he could see the Cultivation World and his destroyed sect.

"Master, I will surely restore the glory of our sect in this world and pass down the cultivation heritage of the Cultivation World. Go in peace."

Young Natasha heard every word Feng Xu said.

Although she still did not understand what he meant, the kindness and power Feng Xu had displayed earlier made her stop being afraid.

Instead, her eyes rolled around as she carefully observed him.

Sensing young Natasha's gaze, Feng Xu withdrew his wandering consciousness and lowered his head to look at her.

Since he had come to this place, it was best to adapt to local customs.

With that thought, Feng Xu dropped his somewhat obscure manner of speaking and used words Natasha could understand.

"I... I have healed your injuries and restored everything missing from your body. I have also examined your innate constitution."

"Though it is worlds apart from mine, your overall talent and foundation are quite good. Would you like to take me as your master?"

Feng Xu felt that having just arrived in this world, meeting Natasha—whose life had been so difficult and who carried considerable fortune—could be considered a kind of fate.

So he added unhurriedly, "This is an enormous opportunity. Think it over carefully before answering."

"Ah, you can speak Russian!"

Natasha's focus was somewhat strange, but her attention quickly returned to Feng Xu's words.

After using her little hands to feel all over her body, she widened her eyes in disbelief and asked Feng Xu.

"My modified body has recovered?"

"When I grow up, I won't have to worry about being unable to have children anymore?"

"That is true, but if you embark on the path of cultivation, reproduction will become more difficult as your cultivation rises."

Feng Xu had seen Natasha's experiences in the Red Room clearly during the soul search just now.

They were cruel, no different from the death warriors created by those great aristocratic clans in the Cultivation World.

Upon receiving Feng Xu's confirmation, Natasha was visibly delighted.

After all, no one would feel good about having part of their body removed.

"Does cultivation mean becoming as powerful as you? Then can I trade this opportunity for rescuing my sister Yelena?"

Feng Xu answered Natasha's question patiently.

"Becoming as powerful as me is harder than reaching the heavens. But becoming invulnerable to blades and bullets, moving mountains and filling seas, and standing at the peak of this planet would not be difficult."

"Well? Do you still want to trade this opportunity to save someone?"

"Invulnerable to blades and bullets, moving mountains and filling seas!"

Natasha's little mouth fell open, as though she found it hard to believe.

But when she recalled Feng Xu's godlike methods, she believed him. Her expression soon became conflicted, then quickly relaxed.

"Even though she is not my biological sister, I can't leave Yelena in the dangerous Red Room."

"I'm not like those two actors who were thrown together temporarily. Yelena is my family."

The actors Natasha referred to were naturally her adoptive parents.

The previous generation's Black Widow, Melina, and Russia's version of Captain America, Red Guardian Alexei.

She had never been able to let go of the fact that they had abandoned her and her sister.

"You are quite loyal and righteous." Feng Xu's expression softened.

Although he only wanted to pass down his inheritance and cared about talent rather than character, who would not like someone loyal and righteous?

"Actually, there is a second way."

"A second way?" Natasha was immediately interested.

"That's right. According to your memories, your sister is not yet ten years old. Until she turns sixteen, she will receive only basic training like you did and will not be in danger."

"So as long as you cultivate to the point where you can destroy the Red Room within six years, you can easily rescue her."

Feng Xu paused before smiling. "Besides, with your talent, perhaps it will not take that long."

Though it was only their first meeting, Feng Xu's godlike methods had already convinced Natasha completely. She immediately looked at him happily.

"Master, I'm willing!"

After receiving her affirmative answer, Feng Xu raised his head and glanced at the shifting crowd in the distance, then reached out and took Natasha's hand.

"It is time to leave. I do not like being disturbed by mortal ants, and my injuries urgently need to recover as well."

As his words fell, Feng Xu took Natasha's hand, stepped forward once, and vanished from where they stood.

The heads of the approaching people in the distance suddenly burst one after another, their bodies vanishing without a trace as sprays of blood scattered through the air.

At the same time, without Feng Xu's suppression, the few bloody tears that had fallen earlier began to release their energy.

Countless plants and trees began growing wildly across the once ordinary mountains.

In the blink of an eye, the weeds grew taller than a person, the short shrubs rose over ten meters high, and the trees even reached a hundred meters!

At the same time, beastlike roars faintly drifted through the area.

Under the influence of the blood, this place had been amplified a hundredfold!