Chu Feng: So It Was Just a Gatekeeping Ghost

It was a figure completely shrouded in a black cloak.

He didn't deliberately exude any aura of power, but as soon as he appeared, a sinister and eerie atmosphere filled the entire hall, and the temperature inside dropped by more than ten degrees, making people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Most of the cultivators present dared not face the figure directly, and their bodies involuntarily shrank back, wanting to escape this place.

But they soon discovered that their legs felt like they were filled with lead, and they couldn't move an inch.

Chu Feng raised his head and looked at the other party with a half-smile, saying, "Since you're going to show us your true colors, why are you still hiding your true face? Do you want me to personally expose your true colors?"

"What an arrogant brat! I hope you won't regret it when you see my true colors later!"

The shadowy figure ripped off his black cloak, revealing a terrifying being with a ferocious face, shrouded in deathly aura.

"A ghost cultivator! This is a ghost cultivator!"

Someone in the crowd quickly recognized the cultivator's identity.

"Turns out it's just a gatekeeper brat."

Chu Feng's smile remained unchanged, showing no sign of being intimidated by the other party's identity.

"But I'm curious, why did you make such a big fuss? You even went so far as to kill your own disciples and followers."

The cultivators present were visibly shaken upon hearing this. No one had imagined that the current turmoil in the Spirit Tomb Sect was actually orchestrated by their ancestor.

What exactly is this guy trying to do?

Could it be that he's using the souls of his own disciples to break through to the Great Sage Realm?

If that's the case, wouldn't all of them become stepping stones for this guy?

Thinking of this, many people's legs began to tremble, and some cultivators with weak wills were even so frightened that they fainted.

"Snort!"

The ghost cultivator sneered, "A bunch of gatekeeper slaves, do they even deserve to be disciples of my Nine Nether Holy Land? It's an honor for all of them to become nourishment for their master's soul recovery!"

As he spoke, he paused deliberately, looking at everyone present with a burning, greedy gaze.

"Rest assured, you will soon become nourishment for my master's soul to revive. When my master regains the strength of Great Sage's Soul, you will have contributed to it. I will remember you, hehehe..."

"So that's how it is. I was wondering what was missing from that Great Sage Tongling's soul; it turns out he hid it here."

Chu Feng's tone was very calm, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

His composure and calmness greatly displeased the ghost cultivator.

"You brat, you dare insult my lord even when you're about to die! In a moment, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

As the ghost cultivator spoke, a formation flag instantly appeared in his hand, and he shouted, "Activate the Nine Nether Soul-Returning Grand Formation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange, eerie green light emanated from the entire hall.

In an instant, the light enveloped the entire Spirit Tomb Sect.

Those cultivators outside, seeing this extremely strange formation, instinctively flew towards the outside of the Spirit Tomb Sect.

But soon everyone discovered in despair that the formation blocked all their escape routes, and no matter what tricks or magical treasures they used, they could not break the formation in the slightest.

"It's all over, everything's over!"

One of the elders of the Myriad Dharma Sect felt the terrifying power within the formation and collapsed to the ground.

The cultivators from the other major forces exchanged glances, wanting to fight to the death, but found that their spiritual power was sealed, leaving them with no room for resistance.

The ghost cultivator witnessed this scene and immediately let out a sinister laugh.

"Hehehe... Don't waste your energy. This is Quasi-Saint Rank formation. Unless Great Sage personally breaks it, it's impossible to break it."

Enjoy the pain of fear and despair to the fullest; the more desperate and fearful you are, the more delicious your soul will be.

"Boring, absolutely boring."

Chu Feng's leisurely tone interrupted the ghost cultivator once again.

This drew everyone's attention to him, but this time, the people looked at him with no more awe, only resentment and hatred.

It was all because of this audacious fellow that they were all brought to this deadly place.

"Boy, you're still being stubborn even when you're about to die. Well then, let this old man suppress you first."

The ghost cultivator had long disliked Chu Feng, and killing him now would serve as a warning to others, deepening their fear—a win-win situation.

"You're not worthy to fight me."

As Chu Feng spoke, he casually waved his hand, and a bottle appeared before everyone's eyes. He then shouted, "Go, Rocket Turtle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bottle was opened, and a fiery red turtle-shaped figure appeared in the hall.

"Abnormal Fire!"

"This is a transformed Abnormal Fire, a being at the Nirvana Realm!"

"..."

Listening to the discussions, Rocket Turtle stretched its body. It had been in seclusion for the past few days, undergoing a transformation, and had finally succeeded in becoming a Fire Spirit comparable to Nirvana.

Now that it finally had a chance to test how strong its body was, it turned to look at Chu Feng and said, "Master, do you want me to kill this old ghost?"

"Good, remember not to break this formation. I still need to find a little mouse."

Chu Feng said with a smile.

"No problem, leave it to me."

As Rocket Turtle spoke, it pulled a large hammer from its mouth and swung it at the ghost cultivator with one hand.

The ghost cultivator saw the Rocket Turtle and it was like encountering its natural enemy. After all, fire represents the extreme yang energy, which is the nemesis of ghosts like them. Moreover, the giant hammer was also imbued with the power of thunder, which was a double blow to him.

Most importantly, the grand formation was completely ineffective against this fire spirit.

Thus, a truly comical scene unfolded in the main hall.

A Fire Turtle wielding a large hammer chased after the previously arrogant ghost cultivator.

With each slam of the Rocket Turtle's hammer, the Yin energy and ghostly form on the ghost cultivator weakened.

Wherever the tortoise and the ghost went, chaos followed.

This scene left all the cultivators present completely dumbfounded.

"Master, isn't this Senior Brother Huo a bit too fierce?"

Shi Xuan couldn't help but mutter to himself as he looked at the scene before him. He had cultivated in Miaomiao Mountain for several years and had naturally seen the Rocket Turtle before.

Chu Feng smiled and said, "After all, Little Fire once faced Great Sage directly, so this kind of situation is nothing to him."

As the saying goes: what is said Wuxin may be taken to heart by the listener.

The cultivators in the main hall instinctively gasped, their faces burning with discomfort. The only thing they could secretly be thankful for was that they hadn't cursed out loud.

After several dozen rounds, the ghost cultivator was on the verge of death.

Rocket Turtle raised his massive hammer and slowly walked towards his opponent. "It's time to end your sinful life."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sledgehammer in his hand crashed down.

That hammer blow was a clash of heavenly thunder and earthly fire; even before it landed, despair filled the ghost cultivator's eyes.

"No!!!"

Rumble!

With a deafening roar, the ghost cultivator vanished into nothingness in an instant.

After the explosion ended, the entire hall was completely silent.

The cultivators from various sects in Lijie Mountain trembled uncontrollably as they looked at the hammer in the Rocket Turtle's hand.

Thump!

The leader of the Myriad Dharma Sect and the Supreme Elder were the first to kneel down.

"Senior, please spare us! Our disciples were blind and offended you. We beg your magnanimity to forgive us!"

This sudden turn of events left Rocket Turtle completely bewildered. It looked at these weaklings with a puzzled expression, then turned to Chu Feng and asked, "Master, should I smash them all into mincemeat with one blow?"

Upon hearing this, the voices of all the cultivators from the Myriad Dharma Sect instantly ceased, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Of course, the happiest people in the entire room were the higher-ups of the Complete Perfection Sword Sect. They had already guessed that Xiao Yi, the new grandmaster in front of them, was an extraordinary Great Sage, otherwise how could he possess such a terrifying Abnormal Fire?

Chu Feng didn't even glance at the cultivators of the Myriad Dharma Sect, and said indifferently, "Get up. After all, I am not some demon. Those who offended me are dead. Just remember this lesson in the future."

Upon hearing this, Rocket Turtle's face showed regret, and he muttered, "What a pity."