Bloody Rules

"Everyone left?"

Zhou Feng looked puzzled.

He had already prepared to fight, yet everyone around him had left.

Had they been intimidated by him?

Impossible! There had to be another reason.

Zhou Feng quickly noticed something was wrong. Several marks had appeared on his body.

From his arm to his forehead, there were five faintly visible marks in total.

"This was just now..."

He immediately recalled Chen Yunmu's strange actions before leaving.

If he remembered correctly, Chen Yunmu's forehead had erupted with dazzling light before he departed.

A mark had also appeared on his forehead, one identical to the mark now on Zhou Feng's forehead.

He had experienced something like this before.

Wasn't this the same as that bald monk he had encountered before? Forcing the Ming King Legacy onto him for no reason.

What Zhou Feng did not know was that this was a custom formed in the Central Plains over countless years.

These marks were called Hunting Marks, and they could also be considered proof of talent.

Whenever a genius emerged in the Central Plains, everyone's first thought was to nurture them.

Because these geniuses had not fully matured yet, killing them now would simply be a waste.

A cultivation genius was like a good seed. Harvesting it directly brought far too little profit.

Once that good seed grew into a towering tree, harvesting it then would yield far greater returns.

Though doing so greatly increased the risks, as long as the returns were large enough, everything was worth it.

Zhou Feng was now in exactly that situation. He had been regarded as a seed with potential.

A method that could directly transform one's original body into a new one clearly had enormous potential.

Thus, cultivators including Chen Yunmu had not chosen to act immediately. Instead, they left