Chapter 311: You’re Not Worthy

Chen Fei took a deep breath.

The rift had transported him to a dense forest on the borders of the Menghuo Dynasty.

Though he had escaped, Chen Fei remained cautious and didn’t hesitate to immediately retreat along a predetermined route.

He couldn’t shake the eerie feeling—

As if an invisible gaze had been orchestrating everything that happened within the Bloodridge Underground Palace.

—

Not long after Chen Fei left, a figure emerged from the shadows. Watching Chen Fei’s departing back, he curled his lips into a smile.

“He’s an interesting one…”

Then he turned to face the direction of the underground palace.

“Even the Fallen God has started to act out. It’s all begun…”

With those ominous words, he swiftly vanished.

This mysterious man was Wang Fang’s personal attendant—

Someone no one would have ever suspected to possess such terrifying power.

—

Chen Fei continued moving until that oppressive sensation of being watched finally disappeared.

Now far from the Heavenly Apex Holy Land, he wasn’t in a rush anymore. He found a scenic spot and sat down to rest.

Even though he’d seen many landscapes across the Xuanhuang Continent, he still felt a moment of quiet awe.

A flash of light signaled the arrival of Saintess Leng Yue, appearing at his side.

“Senior Sister, how are your injuries?” Chen Fei glanced at her arm.

Almost instinctively, Leng Yue tried to cover it up. She didn’t even know why—

Only that she didn’t want Chen Fei to see her in a weakened state.

“I’m fine,” she said, shaking her head.

Then her eyes drifted toward the grill Chen Fei had set up.

After a moment of thought, she quietly walked over, sat near the fire with her arms around her knees, and waited.

The air between them felt different now.

Unlike when they had just left the Heavenly Apex Holy Land—

After this journey, their bond had changed.

Leng Yue gazed at the flames, her eyes blank as if lost in thought.

Chen Fei continued roasting meat, the silence between them turning slightly awkward.

Some things—if spoken aloud—might ruin the mood.

“You…”

They both started at the same time, then stopped in surprise.

Chen Fei chuckled and handed her some roasted meat.

“Senior Sister, do you know about the Ghost King Hall?”

Leng Yue looked surprised.

“You took the Ghost King Medallion? No wonder!”

“Why?” Chen Fei asked, curious.

Leng Yue suddenly recalled how Chen Fei had crushed Wang Fang with just a few sharp words, and smiled.

“The Ghost King Hall is a rare opportunity for someone like you. In the Heavenly Apex Holy Land, getting a medallion is almost impossible. But with this, you’ve bypassed a lot of red tape.”

“So you also need the Ghost King Hall?” Chen Fei asked directly.

Leng Yue nodded.

“Indeed. Every hundred years, only ten people can enter the Ghost King Hall. That means only ten medallions exist for this cycle. I know the Holy Land has five, the Sacred Sect no more than three, and the remaining two are lost somewhere on the continent.”

“Well,” Chen Fei grinned, “the Holy Land now has six.”

“So your luck’s not bad at all,” she replied with a soft smile.

Chen Fei picked up another piece of roasted meat, about to hand it to her, when his expression suddenly froze.

Leng Yue stood up abruptly, eyes filled with alarm.

“Which senior expert is present? Would you please show yourself?”

“Senior Sister, don’t bother,” Chen Fei said as he stepped in front of her, his smile calm but his eyes firm.

“Even the famed Elder Ming of Heaven’s Execution must resort to hiding?”

He couldn’t help but sigh internally—

His maneuvers against Taozhu and the others had been flawless.

And yet, in the end, Heaven’s Execution had found him.

This was a death trial.

And yet, Chen Fei felt unnaturally calm. His eyes stared unflinchingly at the figure in front of him.

The man stepped out of the shadows.

Under the moonlight, his tall form appeared amused.

“You’re not afraid?” asked Xuan Ming, a hunter of Heaven’s Execution.

“What good would fear do?” Chen Fei replied coolly.

Xuan Ming nodded with a laugh.

“Interesting. Truly a genius—most wouldn’t hold such composure. You are… the perfect prey.”

“Prey?” Chen Fei snorted and slammed his massive, bladeless sword into the ground.

“There’s a saying I like—we won’t know who’s the deer and who’s the hunter until the end.”

Xuan Ming sneered.

“Just you?”

“Still, we at Heaven’s Execution do respect Heaven’s will. If you manage to escape from me, I won’t pursue you again.”

He smiled faintly.

“But… you won’t.”

Leng Yue’s expression shifted, her eyes widening in disbelief.

She knew Chen Fei’s strength intimately.

His growth had surprised even her time and again.

But now he’d drawn the attention of Heaven’s Execution?

That shocked her deeply.

Heaven’s Execution—

A force that struck terror into geniuses, yet also earned their admiration.

To be hunted by them meant you were worth remembering.

Still, for Chen Fei, a cultivator of the Mystic Realm, to be hunted? It was unheard of.

She bit her lip.

“I’ve heard tales of Heaven’s Execution—how your skills are vast, and you slay talents for sport. Well then, let me test your methods myself!”

She stepped forward.

“Senior Sister!” Chen Fei’s face changed.

Leng Yue ignored him and stared at Xuan Ming.

“I want to see… if my Frost Spirit Physique qualifies as a target.”

Xuan Ming didn’t seem surprised.

“There are always those who think too highly of themselves. Still… I’ll admit, you are quite bold.”

Then he narrowed his eyes.

“But no, you’re not worthy.”

With that, he suddenly raised his hand and pressed downward.

Leng Yue let out a soft grunt as a glacial silhouette manifested behind her.

Her expression turned icy, her gaze locking onto Xuan Ming.

“Frost Spirit Physique—Triple Seal Release!”

She was going all out.

As her voice echoed through the air, a cracking sound rang from within her.

In the blink of an eye, her hair turned icy blue, and so did her pupils.

An overwhelming, sacred cold radiated from her.

Chen Fei was stunned.

“Senior Sister… there’s more to you than I knew.”

“Stay back and watch.” Leng Yue’s voice was calm and steady.

“I joined the Heavenly Apex Holy Land at twelve. My cultivation advanced quickly because of my Frost Spirit Physique, but every breakthrough meant unimaginable cold and pain.”

“Today, I’ll unseal all three layers—release the full power of my bloodline—and show you whether I truly deserve to be called a genius!”

She flung her arms wide.

The ice-blue spirit hovering behind her did the same.

A wave of frostwind engulfed the surroundings.

The once lush scenery instantly turned into a world of snow and ice.

Deep blue marks appeared across Leng Yue’s skin, glowing faintly—

Just like the golden light on Chen Fei’s forehead.

It was undoubtedly the power of a bloodline.

Chen Fei’s emotions swirled as he looked at her.

Though she claimed she only wanted to prove herself worthy of Heaven’s Execution—

He knew very well, that wasn’t the whole truth.