Chapter 314: Settling the Score

“Take Miao Yue back to rest,” Mu Yunsu instructed sharply.

The disciples behind her quickly stepped forward and carried Miao Yue away with care.

Meanwhile, Mu Yunsu personally escorted Chen Fei to the secluded cultivation grounds of the Heavenly Apex Sacred Land’s Ancestor.

Very soon, Chen Fei was laid down on a stone bed within the ancestral chamber.

“There’s no doubt about it—it was an attack from a Heaven Dao Realm cultivator.”

A sharp glint flashed through the Heavenly Apex Ancestor’s eyes.

Although he had accepted Chen Fei as a disciple primarily for Su Ran’s sake, the fact remained—Chen Fei bore the title of his personal disciple. If it had been a duel between peers, and Chen Fei was defeated, the Ancestor wouldn’t have even batted an eye.

But now, a Heaven Dao expert had shamelessly struck someone still in the Mystic Realm—

That was a direct insult to him.

“Looks like I’ve been in seclusion for so long, people think I’ve died,” the Ancestor snorted coldly.

Mu Yunsu’s face twitched with surprise before she spoke solemnly:

“Though there have been signs of demonic movements lately, judging from Chen Fei’s injuries, this doesn’t look like the work of the demonic sect…”

“No need to guess—it was those lunatics from Heavenbane!” the Ancestor spat in disgust, eyes glinting with murderous coldness.

“Heavenbane? That’s impossible! They’ve been quiet for over a century!” Mu Yunsu said instinctively, glancing at the unconscious Chen Fei lying on the bed.

The Ancestor looked over as well and muttered:

“Those Heavenbane psychos believe in forcibly seizing the powers of heaven and earth. Since their rise, every target they’ve ever gone after has been a genius of unmatched talent. This time, they’ve set their sights on Chen Fei.”

Mu Yunsu’s expression grew complicated as she looked at Chen Fei again, doubt creeping into her voice:

“But even if Chen Fei carries the Chen Clan’s pure bloodline, isn’t it a bit much for Heavenbane to take such interest?”

The Ancestor gave her a meaningful look:

“Yunsu, you’ve been in the Heaven Dao Realm for nearly a century. Thanks to your stewardship, the Sacred Land has remained steady and prosperous—this is good.”

“But precisely because of that peace, you now have the potential to go even further.”

He turned to look at the ceiling, his voice growing deeper.

“The cycle of the Heavenly Dao—no one can escape it. Since the hope of ascension was cut off, countless cultivators have been searching for alternate paths.”

“Now that the Blood Burial Secret Realm has reappeared, the demonic sects are in chaos. Even the Heavenly Dao itself will be thrown into turmoil.”

“And this little brat—he might be a pivotal piece in all of it.”

Mu Yunsu furrowed her brows tightly. Hearing such a declaration, she couldn’t help but ask:

“Are you saying… Chen Fei might influence the cycle of the Heavenly Dao itself?”

“Heavenbane may be insane, but their instincts have never been wrong,” the Ancestor replied, squinting. “This time… I think it’s finally time for me to move again.”

Mu Yunsu hesitated for a moment, lips parting, but said nothing in the end.

The Ancestor raised a hand—and a spatial rift tore open in front of him.

Tearing space was no easy feat. Spatial rifts were deadly: a brush with the edges could shred flesh and bone, and an unstable tear could devour even a Heaven Dao expert whole.

Yet the Ancestor acted like it was nothing—reaching into the void as casually as rummaging through a drawer.

“Feed him this Nine-Turn Heavenly Lotus. Though Chen Fei’s physical body is tough, taking a Heaven Dao strike means Dao Will has invaded his organs. That’s far beyond what his current body can handle.”

He cast a glance at Chen Fei.

“To still be breathing after a Heaven Dao attack—that alone is a testament to his potential.”

“If he survives, this Nine-Turn Heavenly Lotus might turn disaster into fortune.”

The Ancestor turned to leave—but paused at the door.

“Oh right—make sure to tell him… that flower costs one million merit points.”

Mu Yunsu’s stern expression finally relaxed a bit, a trace of amusement flashing in her eyes.

Who would’ve thought the legendary Heavenly Apex Ancestor could have such a… playful side?

But his lightheartedness didn’t stop there.

The Nine-Turn Heavenly Lotus might cost a million points, but having the number one expert on the continent personally step out to settle a score?

How many points was that worth?

“Now that you mention it, I really want to see Chen Fei’s reaction when he hears the price,” Mu Yunsu chuckled.

The Ancestor gave a slight nod.

With another wave of his hand, a massive spatial rift appeared before him.

Just as he stepped inside, his thunderous voice echoed back from within:

“Dao Wújí, you bastard! I’m not dead yet—I was just in seclusion!”

His booming shout shook the walls.

Mu Yunsu burst into laughter.

Yes, this was the real Ancestor—the man behind the legend.

Ever since reaching the peak of the Heaven Dao Realm, he had become withdrawn and reclusive.

Over time, people had forgotten the kind of temper he used to have.

Far away, in a mountain valley of the Xuanhuang Continent, the Ancestor floated midair, eyes blazing as he stared down at a humble thatch hut.

Before it, a man who looked like a common villager was weeding the ground, a hoe slung over his shoulder.

“Heavenly Apex old friend, long time no see! You’re still as bold as ever,” Dao Wuji greeted cheerfully, completely unfazed by the Ancestor’s roaring curses.

“You’re just in time—I just brewed a new batch of osmanthus wine.”

But the Ancestor wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries.

“Save the small talk! I don’t care what twisted games you Heavenbane psychos are playing—attacking someone in the Mystic Realm with a Heaven Dao hand? Have you no shame?!”

“Dao Wuji, you really think I’m on my deathbed, don’t you?!”

A vicious gleam sparked in the Ancestor’s eyes.

Dao Wuji frowned slightly.

“Attacking someone in the Mystic Realm? My old friend, there must be some misunderstanding…”

“Don’t give me that crap! Last time we met, didn’t you boast about some ‘new enlightenment’? Perfect. Let me see what that’s worth!”

The Ancestor lunged forward mid-sentence—his fist aimed straight for Dao Wuji’s face.

“Watch the flowers! You’ll crush my precious herbs!”

Dao Wuji sighed helplessly, tilting his head just enough to dodge.

The Ancestor wasn’t surprised by the evasion—he simply kept attacking.

Dao Wuji shook his head again.

In the past, when the Ancestor was active, the Heavenbane cult wouldn’t have dared make a move on his sacred land’s disciples.

They had to hide in the shadows, and even then, only strike within the same realm.

But now—someone had broken that unspoken rule.

And unfortunately for Heavenbane…

They had given the Ancestor a perfect excuse to go wild.

If he didn’t throw a fit, he’d feel more uneasy.