I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

"My name is Jiuyou," the consciousness slowly said. "I wield the reincarnation and rule the underworld. Boy, as the master of the Burial Coffin, you should have the spirit to bury all the heavens. This 'Nine Netherworld Prison Suppression Manual' is passed on to you. Do not tarnish my reputation."

As soon as he finished speaking, a vast and boundless torrent of information instantly flooded into Chu Feng's mind.

It was an incredibly profound cultivation technique that expounded the true meaning of death and reincarnation. Its rank was even higher than the other major cultivation techniques that Chu Feng practiced!

"Thank you very much, senior!" Chu Feng was overjoyed.

"No need. Once you've shattered the Heavenly Pride Ranking, I will seek you out again." The Nine Netherworld Lord's voice gradually faded, as if he had fallen into slumber once more.

Suppressing his excitement, Chu Feng said to Gu Santong, "Senior, I will continue my seclusion for the next month."

Gu Santong nodded, seemingly having anticipated this.

"Go there. There is a sword mound in the back mountain, where the sword intent is most concentrated. It is suitable for you to cultivate in seclusion."

……

Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, the Sword Tomb in the back mountain of the Shu Mountain Secret Realm suddenly erupted with an astonishing aura.

A black pillar of light, incorporating the auras of the Imperial Way, the Abyss, and the Nine Netherworlds, shot into the sky, tearing a huge hole in the heavens.

Chu Feng's figure stepped out from the depths of the Sword Tomb.

His aura was several times stronger than it had been twenty days ago.

The Great Sage Realm, Ninth Level!

He's only one step away from reaching the realm of a Sage King!

As he emerged from seclusion, on the other side, Old Black, who had been fast asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, and a terrifying demonic aura, also at the Great Saint Realm, swept out.

"Hahaha! My power has finally recovered even a sliver!"

Chu Feng looked at everyone and grinned.

"Let's go to White Emperor City and meet that so-called genius of all realms!"

……

Baidi City, located in the core area of ​​the central star field of the Heavenly Realm, is one of the oldest and most magnificent cities in the entire Heavenly Realm.

Legend has it that this city itself is an incomparably powerful imperial weapon, personally forged by the White Emperor, one of the five ancient human emperors. The city walls are inscribed with the White Emperor's lifelong insights into the Great Dao, making it impervious to all laws.

Several days later, an ordinary-looking starship slowly entered the area of ​​the central star region.

On the deck, Chu Feng stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the huge point of light on the star map that emitted a dazzling white light; that was where White Emperor City was located.

Zhuge Yue and Chu Qingge stood behind him, one gentle and graceful, the other aloof and elegant, both possessing unparalleled beauty and charm.

Long Bao'er was holding a storage bag that was even bigger than herself, filled with all sorts of spiritual fruits and snacks, and she was eating them with great relish.

Old Black stood upright, its two front paws behind its back, adopting a superior, dog-like posture as it commented on the surrounding starscape, occasionally drawing a disdainful look from Long Bao'er.

"Master, shall we go straight there?" Zhuge Yue asked softly.

"No rush." ​​Chu Feng shook his head. "There are still a few days before the Heavenly Pride Ranking opens. Let's find a place to stay and gather some information first."

Although he spoke with great confidence, he knew very well that Gu Santong's reminder was not without reason. Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory in every battle.

Just then, a violent energy fluctuation suddenly came from the star field in front of the spaceship.

Several streaks of light were seen chasing after a disheveled pink figure at an extremely fast speed.

"Hmm?" Chu Feng raised an eyebrow.

He didn't want to meddle, but the pink figure looked somewhat familiar.

"Master, look!" Old Black's sharp eyes immediately recognized her. "Isn't that that vixen? Why is she being chased?"

A vixen?

Chu Feng looked closely and saw that it was indeed the demoness Shi Xuanfei from the Joyful Sect.

At this moment, she was no longer the alluring and charming woman she usually was. Her pink dress was tattered and torn, she was weak and listless, and there was blood on the corner of her mouth, indicating that she had suffered a serious injury.

Pursuing her were seven women dressed in moon-white monk robes, each wielding a Buddhist dagger.

The leader was a cultivator at the ninth level of the Venerable Lord realm, and the other six were also Venerable Lord realm experts.

They exuded a holy and peaceful aura, but their attacks were ruthless, their spiritual energy forming sharp blades that constantly blocked Shi Xuanfei's escape routes.

"Witch! You've colluded with that fiend Chu Feng, ruining the reputation of my sect. Today is your death day!" the leading woman shouted coldly, her voice filled with disgust and murderous intent.

"Bah! You bunch of hypocritical nuns!" Shi Xuanfei shouted, panting as she dodged the attack. "It's clearly your own incompetence that prevents you from controlling your own Holy Maiden's heart, yet you take your anger out on me! If you're so capable, go find Chu Feng!"

"Shut up! Still trying to argue!" The leading woman was furious. The light in her hand shone brightly, and a hundred-foot-long blade of light slashed down.

Shi Xuanfei's face turned pale. She was already injured and her spiritual energy was greatly depleted. She was powerless to resist this full-force attack, and a trace of despair flashed in her eyes.

It was at this moment that...

A lazy voice suddenly rang out in the room.

"I'm saying, isn't it a bit impolite of you nuns to chase after my people and try to kill you?"

Before she could finish speaking, a figure appeared in front of Shi Xuanfei like a ghost.

The person who arrived was none other than Chu Feng.

He didn't even turn around; he simply extended two fingers and gently pinched the incoming beam of Buddhist light.

boom!

The terrifying blade light, powerful enough to kill an ordinary peak Venerable Lord, shattered like fragile glass the moment it touched his fingers, turning into countless specks of light.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Both Shi Xuanfei, who was fleeing for her life, and the seven menacing disciples of Cihang Jingzhai were frozen in place.

Shi Xuanfei's peach blossom eyes widened instantly. She looked at the familiar back in front of her, her eyes filled with unbelievable joy.

"Master...Master?!"

The seven women from Cihang Jingzhai were shocked and stared at Chu Feng in horror.

They naturally recognized the man who had stirred up the celestial realm.

But didn't the intelligence report say that he was seriously injured and on his deathbed after the battle at Yao Guang Holy Land?

How could this be...?

How could he have so easily withstood his senior sister's full-force attack?

"You...you are Chu Feng?!" the leading woman shouted sharply, but her voice trembled slightly, a tremor she herself was unaware of.

"Otherwise what?" Chu Feng turned around, picked at his ear, and looked at them impatiently. "Are you going to get out yourselves, or should I send you out?"

"presumptuous!"

"You fiend, cease your arrogance!"

"Form the formation! Today, we will act on behalf of Heaven and suppress you, you demon, here!"

Although the seven women were terrified, their sense of honor for their sect forced them to suppress their fear.

The seven quickly changed positions, forming a seven-star formation. Holy Buddhist light soared into the sky, gathering above their heads into a giant golden lotus flower, radiating a terrifying pressure that purified everything, and pressing down on Chu Feng.

"Master, be careful! This is the Seven Star Pure Lotus Formation of Cihang Jingzhai!" Shi Xuanfei hurriedly warned.

Chu Feng didn't even lift his eyelids.

He simply reached out and grasped the golden lotus that was slowly pressing down from afar.

"broken."

In a word, it's light and airy.