Chapter 270: Just a Sacrifice

“Junior Brother Chen, thank you…”

Wang Feng gave a free and easy smile, slowly stretching out his hand toward Chen Fei.

But the speed at which his life force was fading grew faster and faster. His complexion had turned a ghastly pale.

Chen Fei’s expression grew solemn as he frowned, staring at Wang Feng’s face.

The effects of the Decisive Pill were well known—but so were the side effects. Chen Fei immediately began rummaging through his storage pouch for antidotes.

Wang Feng noticed and smiled faintly.

“Don’t bother, Junior Brother. You know just as well as I do—the effects of the Decisive Pill are irreversible.”

“What matters is what we do,” Chen Fei replied tersely, not giving up.

Wang Feng, however, just shook his head.

“To see Liu Shan fall by your hands before I die… I’ve no regrets left.”

Chen Fei halted his search and looked directly into Wang Feng’s eyes.

“I do have a way to preserve your soul. Whether you’ll be able to regain a body later, I can’t guarantee.”

Wang Feng looked surprised.

Chen Fei didn’t hide anything and took out the Spirit-Linked Tower.

Before he could even explain, Wang Feng gasped in shock.

“The Spirit-Linked Tower! You—you actually subdued it?”

Seeing that Wang Feng recognized it instantly, Chen Fei didn’t waste time.

“Given your current condition, this may be the only way to keep you alive.”

Wang Feng fell silent.

Not everyone is willing to cling to life.

Especially not someone as proud as Wang Feng.

Chen Fei didn’t pressure him and simply waited quietly.

Finally, Wang Feng raised his head with a bitter laugh.

“To think I’m still hesitating at this point… You must think me a fool, Junior Brother.”

“I’m willing to enter the Spirit-Linked Tower.”

He stared at the spinning tower in Chen Fei’s palm.

“But—I don’t want anyone else to know. Can you promise me that?”

Chen Fei understood immediately.

Wang Feng’s identity was complicated—he likely didn’t want to face his loved ones back at the Heavenly Apex Sacred Ground.

“And what if they find out after I return?” Chen Fei asked.

Wang Feng shook his head.

“Don’t worry about that. I have my own ways.”

“Alright,” Chen Fei nodded.

Wang Feng’s tone softened.

“Thank you.”

As soon as he spoke, his body began to shatter into motes of starlight, drifting into the air.

From afar, many fellow cultivators watched in silence as Wang Feng’s body broke apart, their expressions solemn.

They had suffered heavy losses, but could any of them blame Wang Feng?

Of course not.

He had sacrificed himself out of responsibility—and for that alone, he earned their respect.

What none of them saw was that, in Chen Fei’s palm, a glowing ancient “Spirit” character slowly emerged on the Spirit-Linked Tower.

As its master, Chen Fei immediately sensed the formation of a new presence at the tower’s highest floor—Wang Feng’s soul was now stabilizing there, quietly resting in a deep sleep.

He had survived… in another form.

Chen Fei gathered Wang Feng’s belongings and stood up.

“Saint Son Chen!”

The cultivators around him quickly gathered and cupped their fists.

“Senior Brother Wang’s passing was not our wish. Now that demonic cultivators are running rampant in the Tianzhang Mountain Mystic Realm, how should we proceed? Please give us guidance.”

Chen Fei glanced at the group.

“And what are your thoughts?”

Surprisingly, none of them answered. They all hesitated.

Chen Fei narrowed his eyes.

“This mystic realm is full of twists and dangers. From what I know, there are Profound Realm demonic cultivators inside. What do you all think of that?”

“What?! That’s impossible! The Profound Realm shouldn’t be able to enter!”

“Saint Son Chen must be mistaken. The Tianzhang Mountain Mystic Realm has strict restrictions on cultivation levels—how could a Profound Realm cultivator get in?”

Chen Fei didn’t bother explaining.

“Believe me or don’t—I don’t care. I have more important things to do. Apologies.”

His refusal didn’t surprise them—but it did leave them uneasy.

Chen Fei’s reason for refusing was simple:

The more people he brought, the bigger the target.

If Liu Shan had been here, then the Peach Blossom Demoness was likely here too. After all, she had a real Profound Realm expert in her Purple Clear Palace.

If he wanted to uncover the true purpose of these demonic cultivators, the best way was to infiltrate them.

And with this group? He wouldn’t stand a chance.

Ever since entering the Tianzhang Mountain Mystic Realm, Chen Fei had been feeling a strange sense of unease—particularly when that mysterious Wanderer had stared at him at the gate.

This place… was likely more complicated than he’d thought.

Chen Fei made his decision without hesitation.

He left the group.

Whatever happened to them… wasn’t his problem.

They might have been able to manipulate Wang Feng, but trying to morally blackmail Chen Fei? That was a fool’s dream.

The mystic realm was vast.

After parting ways, Chen Fei picked a direction and traveled for two full day-night cycles before he finally reached a terrain vastly different from the open plains.

“Hm?”

Chen Fei’s figure flashed to the side, hiding quickly.

“Who’s there?!”

A voice barked in warning, following closely.

Chen Fei’s eyes grew cold.

“Who are you? Show yourself!”

Seeing Chen Fei furious, the voice’s owner paused, then stared hard at him.

After studying Chen Fei closely, he asked:

“May I ask which sacred sect you come from?”

“Blood Cloud Sect. Chen Yang,” Chen Fei replied smoothly, using the alias he’d prepared.

After all, identity and reputation are things you give yourself when traveling.

But the man still looked suspicious.

“Blood Cloud Sect? I’m fairly certain they didn’t send anyone here…”

Chen Fei sneered.

“So just because you didn’t hear about it, means it didn’t happen?

Want me to contact a Blood Cloud Elder and have them correct you?”

His eyes turned sharp and cold as he spoke.

The one blocking him immediately sensed danger and his face shifted.

“Of course not, my lord! I meant no offense. The Peach Blossom Saintess gave us orders—we’re just following protocol. Please don’t take it the wrong way!”

“So can I go in now?” Chen Fei asked icily.

“Of course! Please!”

The demonic cultivators at the entrance hurried to make way.

Chen Fei didn’t hesitate. He strode through with confidence.

Once his figure had disappeared into the distance, the man who had shouted earlier spat on the ground.

“Tch. Acting all high and mighty… like entering will save you from death.”

“Shhh! You trying to die? You dare say that out loud?!”

Someone quickly yanked him back in warning.

Realizing his mistake, the man slapped himself across the face a few times.

“Damn mouth’s gonna get me killed… Anyway, we’re just doing what the Saintess commanded. Let’s go.”

Even as he said it, he didn’t take it seriously.

After all—everyone entering this place… was just a sacrifice for the Peach Blossom Saintess.