Chapter 231: The Wild Map

Qin Shuang hadn’t expected the Chen Clan to outright give up!

But in retrospect, that was indeed the wisest choice.

The Chen Clan’s strength was undeniable, but even the strongest fist couldn’t strike in all directions—especially not with so many hidden forces lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce.

Rather than confront them head-on, they chose to open the gates. The ancestral land wasn’t going anywhere, and once those hidden players lost their patience and made a move, they’d expose themselves. Then the Chen Clan’s wrath would come crashing down on them!

Chen Wang was truly a seasoned old fox—retreating to advance, letting enemies rush in only to suffer retribution upon return.

Qin Shuang hesitated.

Was the Chen Clan really doing this just because of internal turmoil? She wasn’t entirely convinced.

But within that ancestral land lay what she needed most. The mysterious adult had specifically instructed her: To awaken the true Three-Eyed Spirit Sight, she must obtain the bloodline of the Chen Clan!

That was the sole reason she had insisted on coming here.

“It’s a pity I killed that trash Chen Fei too soon…” she muttered with some regret, though her gaze soon turned resolute.

She had already sensed the aura of demonic cultivators.

Which meant her people were in place.

Now, it was time to invade the Chen Clan’s ancestral land and seize the treasure!

Chen Fei had originally thought the Chen Clan would resist to the death.

To his surprise, his journey had been completely unobstructed!

“Hahaha! This is the mighty Chen Clan?” Qi Meinang laughed wildly. His laugh was deranged, yet his naturally delicate appearance somehow softened the madness, making it appear strangely out of place.

“Everyone! Whether we rise to the heavens in one leap depends on this moment!”

“The Chen Clan retreated so hastily, they probably didn’t even collect their old ancestor’s corpse! That’s a Heavenly Dao realm corpse!”

Qi Meinang had a knack for hitting the key points. With just a few words, the demonic cultivators around him grew excited as if they had just taken drugs, their breathing turning ragged.

Even just a bone from a Heavenly Dao expert was top-tier material for forging weapons—

And who knew what divine legacies that body might still hold?

After all, the Chen Clan’s ancestor was known as the Living Codex—a walking encyclopedia of the Xu荒 continent’s evolution!

“Alright, everyone! Do your thing! The more chaos, the better! The more chaos, the more chances we have!”

Qi Meinang waved a hand, a playful smirk curling on his lips.

No one noticed the change in his expression as the group scattered and charged into the Broken Nether Mountain.

Yan Zheng was equally excited.

Although his storage pouch had been confiscated by Chen Fei during the last probing attempt, Qi Meinang had kept his word—delivering resources far more valuable than what Yan had accumulated on his own.

And yet…

Ever since entering Broken Nether Mountain, a strange unease had settled over him.

He felt like… someone was watching him.

Trusting his instincts, Yan Zheng didn’t rush forward. Instead, he quietly hid in a ravine and began observing others passing through.

“What’s going on…?”

Yan Zheng was sure someone was targeting him—

But he couldn’t pinpoint who!

“If I find out who it is, I’ll spare no cost to kill them!”

His growing paranoia boiled into fury, and he cursed loudly—

Only to see Chen Fei appear right before his eyes.

“Planning to kill me?” Chen Fei looked at him with a half-smile.

Yan Zheng froze.

He knew demonic cultivators often had strange quirks—even he had some.

But he hadn’t expected Chen Fei’s quirk to be holding grudges!

Dammit! He’d already paid compensation, fulfilled demands—

Yet this guy still wouldn’t let him go?

Yan Zheng silently cursed his fate. He never should’ve taken this job!

“Ah… Fellow Daoist Chen!” Yan Zheng forced a stiff smile.

Chen Fei chuckled. “Has anyone ever told you your smile is uglier than crying?”

Yan Zheng took a deep breath. “Just tell me what you want.”

“I want to know what that black piece of wood in your storage pouch is,” Chen Fei said, eyes narrowing on him.

Had this been earlier, Yan Zheng might’ve launched a kick straight at Chen Fei—

But now, the oppressive pressure from Chen Fei was too intense.

His eyes were sharp enough to pierce the soul—lying wasn’t an option.

“I honestly don’t know!” Yan Zheng quickly explained. “I found it in an ancient secret realm. It conducts spiritual energy really well—seems like ideal material for weapon forging. But when I tested it… it turned out to be soft, not suitable for crafting at all!”

“Where is this secret realm?” Chen Fei asked, eyes cold.

Yan Zheng hesitated—but seeing Chen Fei’s frosty gaze, he didn’t dare delay.

He took out a piece of beast hide from his cloak.

The hide came from a high-level beast—its mere presence emanated pressure, clearly from a Dao Realm monster.

And this precious hide was used… as a map!

Yan Zheng raised it above his head and stepped forward to hand it over.

Chen Fei reached out to take it—

But the moment the hide opened, a puff of smoke shot at his face.

Chen Fei sighed. “I hadn’t planned to kill you… Why push it?”

“Bullshit!” Yan Zheng’s expression twisted. “Even if I gave it to you, you’d still come after me! What do you take me for, a child?”

He pulled out a dark purple nail and lunged at Chen Fei’s throat.

This was his trump card—

All that earlier submission had been an act to lower Chen Fei’s guard.

But—

His strike missed!

“H-How?!” Yan Zheng looked on in shock.

“You’re too slow,” Chen Fei shook his head.

Then raised his hand.

Against someone like Yan Zheng, there was no need for his giant, bladeless sword—

One word: Crush!

Using just his hand like a blade, Chen Fei slashed downward.

Yan Zheng instinctively raised an arm to block—

But Chen Fei’s Thousand Illusion Slash carried five times the usual force!

The hand-blade broke through his defenses and slammed straight into Yan Zheng’s skull.

“You…!”

Yan Zheng’s eyes went wide, full of unwillingness.

But his body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

Chen Fei waved his hand, and the map floated back into his palm.

His resistance to poison was incredibly strong.

Ever since advancing to the Spirit Severing Realm, his physique and internal organs had been strengthened immensely—

A petty trick like that couldn’t even scratch him.

Looking down at the hide, he muttered:

“The Wild Map?

Where is this ‘Great Wild’?”

Despite all his research in the Sacred Land of Tianqing, he had never come across a region called the “Great Wild.”

Perhaps it was a name lost to time—

He’d have to consult Senior Sister Leng Yue someday.

She might know something useful.