134: Chapter 134 Chu Feng Recognizes His Father

In the pitch-black, sunless cage of the spirit devouring vine.

Chu Feng writhed painfully in the river of blood, his entire body shrouded in black smoke—the resentment of the vengeful spirits!

Luo Yunkai stepped into the cage again, looking at his son, miserable and weak in the river of blood, deep guilt in his eyes.

This time, he didn't part the river of blood; he stepped right into it.

The sticky blood stained Luo Yunkai's exquisite boots and pristine magic robe.

The surging river of blood seemed to freeze for a moment.

Su Xin's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. "Brother Chu Feng still has consciousness!"

Luo Yunkai walked step by step through the river of blood. Every drop of blood that splashed up stained his robe, making him look as if he had just emerged from a murder scene.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

The more blood dripped from his feet into the river, the calmer the surging river became.

By the time Luo Yunkai stood before Chu Feng, the river of blood was completely still.

A trace of heartache crossed Luo Yunkai's eyes.

He raised his hand and gently placed it on Chu Feng's hair, which was soaked with blood. "Xiao Feng, if I had known earlier that you were my son, I wouldn't have let you venture into the Demonic Sect."

Chu Feng's body trembled uncontrollably.

"Is what you said true?" Chu Feng's voice was hoarse, almost breaking.

Luo Yunkai's nose tingled with emotion.

This child...

Without any hesitation, Luo Yunkai half-knelt down, scooped up Chu Feng floating in the river of blood, and held him tightly against his broad chest.

"It's true! Silly child, do you know why I didn't come to acknowledge you? Why didn't I say anything?"

Chu Feng opened his eyes, which were clearer than ever before.

"You really don't know?"

He let out a light laugh, death lurking in his eyes. "You didn't come to trick me just because Yan Huo was taking the blame for me, did you?"

"Don't worry, I won't drag Yan Huo down anymore..."

"Slap!"

Luo Yunkai fiercely slapped Chu Feng, then immediately held him tightly again.

Chu Feng was stunned. His face stung with heat, giving him no time to process the surging torment of suffering under the vengeful spirits.

But the slap mark on his face was far clearer than those illusory torments.

"If I had known you were my son, I would have slapped you the moment you said those ridiculous things that night!"

Chu Feng recalled the disgusting words he had deliberately spoken that night, and his face instantly flushed crimson.

The resentment from the vengeful spirits was suppressed by his current embarrassment!

Take the illusionary realm of life he was currently experiencing in his consciousness—the life of a female cultivator who had been deceived by his good Revered Master, lost her heart, and became pregnant.

The child was then violently dug out of her womb by his good Revered Master and made into a vengeful infant, who died in hatred and transformed into the current vengeful spirit.

Chu Feng's consciousness was being pulled back and forth between the heart-wrenching pain of the vengeful spirit child being dug out and the current awkwardness of having 'flirted' with his own father.

Well, the awkwardness was winning!

Chu Feng slipped out of Luo Yunkai's embrace like a swimming fish and submerged into the river of blood.

"Father, I'm going to cross through the vengeful spirit illusions first."

【Ding! Chu Feng has acknowledged his father. Ten million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones for the education fund have arrived. Host, please check!】

Luo Yunkai looked down at his empty arms, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"This kid."

"System, convert all ten million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones into Mid-Grade Demonic Stones."

【Understood, Host!】

Luo Yunkai watched Chu Feng darting around in the river of blood, his lips pressed tightly beneath his beard.

This time, the Spirit Stones would all go to Chu Feng.

He considered it compensation from him, as a father.

Luo Yunkai stood outside the spirit devouring vine, waiting quietly.

During this time, whenever Chu Feng's consciousness wavered and was about to be lost, Luo Yunkai would enter the cage and wake him up.

He told Chu Feng, "Father has prepared a welcome gift of ten million Mid-Grade Demonic Stones for you. If you don't like Mid-Grade Demonic Stones, we can exchange them for High Grade or top grade, but it must be done according to the ratio. It's impossible to get ten million High Grade Demonic Stones."

The semi-conscious Chu Feng let out a soft chuckle.

Chu Feng still had the mood to tease him.

"Father, giving me so much—will the other brothers be jealous and unhappy?"

Luo Yunkai replied, "It's all what you deserve; Father wronged you."

Then Chu Feng managed to hold on for another half a month.

When Chu Feng was about to collapse again, Luo Yunkai said, "This preferential treatment is a one-time thing. From now on, your allowance will be the same as everyone else's. Father has always treated everyone equally."

Because of this phrase about treating everyone equally, Chu Feng forced out a smile and held on for another month.

Through several such pulls, Chu Feng endured for four months, crossing through the most vengeful life illusions held by hundreds of vengeful spirits.

When the murmurs by his ears finally disappeared, and his consciousness remained calm without being dragged into those resentment-filled illusions, Chu Feng's gaze was somewhat dazed.

Even more dazed was the Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator, who watched Chu Feng endure one vengeful spirit life illusion after another.

Over these four months, he hadn't had it much easier than Chu Feng, only that he suffered physical torment while Chu Feng endured spiritual torment.

"You actually... really made it through?"

"And..." The Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator stared at Chu Feng, whose eyes and eyebrows held not the slightest trace of malice or resentment. "You weren't assimilated by the resentment?"

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

"Legend says a Buddhist cultivator was once dragged into the life illusions of the vengeful spirits of my Thousand Souls Sect. Although he survived, he was completely corrupted and turned into a Buddhist Demon. How can you be completely fine!"

Chu Feng snapped back to reality, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly, his eyebrows raising—a completely subconscious movement.

He instantly froze. The beautiful smile solidified, making it look particularly bizarre.

Luo Yunkai sighed and took out a space ring with a wave of his hand.

"Xiao Feng, this is Father's welcome gift for you, along with this month's allowance. Take it."

He was using facts to tell Chu Feng not to be afraid.

Chu Feng took the space ring but didn't look inside to see what it contained.

He carefully placed the space ring on his thumb, the most conspicuous position where he could see it whenever he raised his hand.

Chu Feng carefully caressed the space ring. When he looked up again, the awkwardness from his forced concealment was gone, and he moved with effortless grace.

His movements seemed feminine, yet they possessed the masculinity of a man—two opposing qualities perfectly merged within him.

Chu Feng stood before his "Revered Master," a faint smile curving his lips. "Thank you, Revered Master, for removing all obstacles on my path to Nascent Soul."

The Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator's face darkened unpleasantly, but he forced a smile. "Is that so? Then Revered Master need not feel guilty."

"You don't know how... how I felt seeing you intercept the vengeful spirits' resentment and fall into the illusions..."

The Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator's voice abruptly cut off. A strange, fawning smile was still plastered on his face, his mouth slightly open as if he had many more words to say.

But all of it ended with Chu Feng's clean, swift throat-slitting.

The Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator's head flew high into the air, blood spraying onto Chu Feng, making his already crimson magic robe look even more vibrant.

The blood splashed on his face was actively absorbed by the blood-colored magic robe, becoming part of it.

As the wind blew, the hem of the blood-colored magic robe lifted and danced gracefully. The sticky blood splattered moments before seemed as if it had never existed.