Namo Temple's Great Calamity

"How dare the Thousand-Foot King? He's merely a Nirvana Demon King, while the Namo Temple has Half-Saint in charge."

"That's right, Namo Temple is a first-rate power in the Myriad Demon Mountain territory. For a mere Demon King to go looking for trouble with Namo Temple is just courting death, isn't it?"

"..."

The crowd's chatter drew the attention of all the surrounding cultivators.

Chu Feng sipped his wine while listening to the conversation of several cultivators.

The Demon Cultivator had spoken earlier said, "You don't understand, do you? That Half-Saint of Namo Temple has already passed away. Now, Namo Temple is a piece of fat meat, and everyone wants a bite."

"So, does that mean we, the big guys, can also take advantage of the chaos?"

A Human Race cultivator said excitedly.

In the Southern Wilds lands, the strong are respected and the weak are preyed upon. To survive, one must do everything possible to plunder more resources.

"That's right, I came to Peace Town today to invite a group of friends to join in the fun. The Thousand-Foot Demon King is eating meat, and we Rogue Cultivator can also get some soup." The Demon Cultivator looked excited.

The Demon Cultivator and evil cultivators around them all moved closer to that table and began to discuss who should be their leader.

Chu Feng continued drinking his wine, as if nothing had happened.

After the meal, as everyone returned to their rooms, Chen Qianqian reached out and tugged at Chu Feng's sleeve, whispering, "Master, I also want to go to Namo Temple."

Chu Feng smiled and patted her little head, "Are you worried about your Xiao Wu brother?"

Chen Qianqian nodded. "Yes, I don't want to see Xiao Wu fall into the hands of those demons."

"Alright, let's follow those guys to Namo Temple and see what's going on. If the Thousand-Foot King really takes Namo Temple, we'll step in and rescue Xiao Wu."

Chu Feng agreed without hesitation. For him, saving a little boy from a group of Nirvana demons was more than enough. As for the fate of Namo Temple, it was not of much concern to him.

The following day at noon, Chu Feng slowly followed the group of Rogue Cultivator in his carriage. In addition to their carriage, there were other groups of Rogue Cultivator following behind the group of dozens of Rogue Cultivator.

The group of Rogue Cultivator leading the way naturally noticed the several followers behind them, but they didn't care. To them, the more followers they had, the more imposing their presence seemed.

Seven days later, the carriage carrying Chu Feng arrived at a small mountain village dozens of miles away from Namo Temple.

Looking up from here, you can see Namo Temple standing atop the mountain.

The once bustling mountain village is now deserted; there isn't a soul in sight, not even a ghost.

Chu Feng and his group randomly found a house to stay in. No sooner had they sat down than dozens of Demon Cultivator arrived in the small mountain village.

Not wanting to be disturbed, the Golden-Winged Eagle King took out a feather and placed it at the gate of his mansion.

The Demon Cultivator was passing by saw the feather and instinctively avoided the mansion.

As cultivators from all walks of life continued to arrive at the outskirts of Namo Temple, the once deserted mountain village became exceptionally lively.

Conflicts occur daily in the small mountain village, and some unlucky souls who come to drink soup end up dead before they even see the soup.

Chu Feng continued to instruct Chen Qianqian in her cultivation every day, just as he always did.

However, Chen Qianqian has been somewhat absent-minded these past few days, and has been distracted several times while playing chess and drawing.

Seeing this, Chu Feng didn't let her continue studying, "You don't need to attend classes with me for the next few days."

Upon hearing this, Chen Qianqian's expression changed slightly, and she quickly admitted her mistake. "Master, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have been distracted during class."

Chu Feng smiled and said, "It's only natural to worry about your family, how could I blame you?"

Chen Qianqian said, "Master, can't we take Xiao Wu away earlier?"

Chu Feng patted Chen Qianqian's head. "Let's not even talk about whether Namo Temple is necessarily at its wit's end. Even if Namo Temple is already desperate, if we rashly go there, we might not be greeted with a smile from Namo Temple, and we might even cause some trouble."

Your master dislikes trouble the most; let's wait until some time later."

"Um."

Chen Qianqian nodded slightly and said nothing more, but she became increasingly worried about Xiao Wu's safety.

Seven days later, at dusk.

Chu Feng was playing chess with Bing Yan in the courtyard when he suddenly heard a loud shout coming from the mountain village.

"The army led by the Thousand-Foot Demon King has arrived!"

These words immediately caused an uproar throughout the small mountain village.

Chen Qianqian also turned her gaze to Chu Feng.

Chu Feng played chess slowly and deliberately, as if he hadn't heard the loud shout.

Chen Qianqian looked at her master with a hesitant expression, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Seeing this, the Golden-Winged Eagle King smiled and patted Chen Qianqian's head, "Don't worry, little girl. With your master here, everything is under control. Even if Saint comes, your master can take your Xiao Wu brother away safely."

Chu Feng smiled and said, "Brother Diao, you flatter me. If I were to confront Saint now, I wouldn't gain the slightest advantage Non-Self take that step."

The Golden-Winged Eagle King, "Brother, don't be modest. Others may not know how strong you are, but I, the Golden Eagle, know it all too well. You could crush that mere Thousand-Foot King with a single finger. In my opinion, taking that little guy from the Namo Temple won't even require your help; I can do it myself."

"Fine, if you're so capable, you do it."

Chu Feng blurted it out without even thinking.

The Golden-Winged Eagle King readily agreed, "No problem, I'd like to see just how strong it really is now."

Half an hour later, the game finally ended.

Chu Feng stood up and said to Chen Qianqian, "Let's go, let's go see this good show together."

"Um."

Chen Qianqian reached out for a hug.

Chu Feng picked up the little girl and then soared into the air, with the Golden-Winged Eagle King and Bing Yan following closely behind.

The group stood suspended in mid-air, looking down at the dense black dots on the ground.

These black dots include both Human Race and Demon Race cultivators, belonging to six different factions.

Upon seeing this scene, Bing Yan couldn't help but murmur, "Why are there Human Race cultivators among the Thousand-Foot King's army?"

Chu Feng explained, "This is the Southern Wilds, where Demon Race reign supreme. Human Race cultivators who wish to survive must rely on these powerful Demon King Demon King, and even worship them as gods."

After hearing this, Bing Yan couldn't help but sigh, "I never imagined that the situation of Human Race cultivators in the Southern Wilds Lands was so dire."

Chu Feng did not respond to the question further, but simply watched the six armies in silence.

Moments later, the six armies completely surrounded Daming Great Ming Mountain, where Namo Temple was located.

The rogue Rogue Cultivator who came to freeload all retreated, not daring to directly confront him.

After the army halted, a loud voice rang out from within the ranks.

"The Fazhang has arrived!!!"

As this loud voice rang out, a chanting of Buddhist hymns followed, and a group of monks appeared in everyone's sight carrying a sedan chair.

Tens of thousands of soldiers knelt down upon seeing the sedan chair.

We pay our respects to the Fazhang!