Chapter 315: Too Miserable

Xuanhuang Continent, Wujifeng.

The once peaceful mountain was suddenly plunged into chaos. Dark clouds gathered overhead, and surges of violent energy exploded outward from the center. Countless spirit beasts fled in panic, and many unlucky ones were instantly reduced to blood mist upon contact with the energy shockwaves.

“Heh… Tianqing, who’s the real lunatic now?!”

Dao Wuji clutched his chest, one eye bruised and swollen, standing before the wreckage of what was once his humble grass hut. The once-pristine garden he so proudly maintained had become nothing but scorched rubble.

Tianqing Ancestor didn’t look much better, though by comparison, he was clearly in far better condition than Dao Wuji.

He shook his deformed fist and glared at Dao Wuji.

“Where’s Xuanming? Bring him out! If he can take one punch from me, I’ll let today’s matter slide!”

Dao Wuji’s expression changed slightly.

“Tianqing, don’t go too far!”

Tianqing Ancestor scoffed.

“Too far? A Heaven Dao expert attacking someone in the Mystic Realm, and I’m the one going too far?!”

Dao Wuji was speechless. After a long pause, he finally spoke:

“Heavenbane doesn’t just roll over and take it…”

But Tianqing Ancestor cut him off mid-sentence.

“Enough of this crap! I don’t care about your Heavenbane cult stealing the secrets of heaven—I’ve turned a blind eye all these years. The Xuanhuang Continent is vast, full of weirdos. I had better things to do than chase after you lot.

But now that you’ve dared to lay hands on my Sacred Land, don’t blame me for getting personal!”

“Either you hand him over… or I’ll dig him out myself!”

His domineering tone left no room for negotiation.

Dao Wuji’s eyes narrowed.

“Tianqing, the Blood Burial Secret Realm has surfaced. The Heavenly Dao is in disarray. If you insist on going to war with Heavenbane, have you thought about the consequences?”

Tianqing Ancestor sneered.

“Consequences? The name of Heavenly Apex Sacred Land may be just a title, but you Heavenbane fools are nothing but thieves of heaven’s authority.

If it’s war you want, do you really think I’m afraid?”

Dao Wuji fell silent.

It was clear now—they had underestimated Tianqing Ancestor. His years of reclusion had led Heavenbane to misjudge his condition. Now, they were paying the price.

Tianqing wasn’t just furious—he was fully capable of backing it up.

And Dao Wuji… knew he couldn’t beat him.

“Xuanming is already half-crippled,” Dao Wuji finally admitted with a sigh.

He had no choice but to retreat.

“Then I want to see him—dead or alive!” Tianqing Ancestor demanded coldly.

Dao Wuji sighed again and muttered an incantation no one could hear. A moment later, the unconscious body of Xuanming was brought out and placed before Tianqing Ancestor.

Tianqing looked him over—and couldn’t help but flinch.

“Damn… That’s… brutal.”

Just one glance and he could already guess who had done this. Only that one had such strange, unworldly methods.

His fury suddenly dissipated.

“To be honest, this power doesn’t feel like it belongs to our world,” Dao Wuji said, his gaze deep and distant.

Tianqing Ancestor said nothing. He turned and left.

“Spare this one… he’s suffered enough. Damn.”

Dao Wuji didn’t stop him. Even if he tried, he couldn’t keep him here.

More importantly, from Tianqing’s reaction, whoever injured Xuanming… was someone Tianqing knew very well.

But who exactly was it?

Inside Heavenly Apex Sacred Land.

Chen Fei remained unconscious, his face contorted in pain.

His body was wrapped in a glowing lotus of Qi, streams of spiritual energy constantly flowing into his mangled body.

Each pulse of Qi sent a shockwave through his frame. His shattered, misaligned bones cracked loudly, then reset themselves in place under the pressure.

It was pure torture—a cycle of agony and regeneration.

And this was just the visible part. The real damage was internal.

Just as his body struggled to heal, a sudden chill filled the chamber.

“Leng Yue?” Mu Yunsu felt the familiar aura and raised a brow in surprise.

Leng Yue appeared before her in a flicker of icy blue light and bowed respectfully.

“Master.”

Mu Yunsu’s pupils constricted.

“You… you’ve unlocked the third seal?”

Leng Yue’s icy blue hair fluttered in the air, her demeanor colder and more refined than ever—just like when she’d faced off against Xuanming.

Seeing her master’s concern, Leng Yue nodded.

“Yes. Fortunately, I’ve reached the Human Dao Realm, so while there may be some backlash, it won’t be too serious.”

Only now did Mu Yunsu notice her improved aura and cultivation. She nodded in relief.

“Good.”

Leng Yue turned to Chen Fei.

“How is he?”

Mu Yunsu was shocked again.

Leng Yue, of all people, asking about someone else’s condition?

She knew Leng Yue’s personality inside and out. For her to care like this…

There must be something going on between them.

Miao Yue, standing beside them, also glanced at Leng Yue, her expression unreadable.

Mu Yunsu’s curiosity ignited like wildfire. But these were her own disciples—she couldn’t exactly ask directly.

Still, she couldn’t help but mentally note:

That kid… he really is good-looking. But so are most cultivators. For two Saintesses to be this worried about him… I’ve clearly underestimated Chen Fei.

“He’s already taken the Nine-Turn Heavenly Lotus. Once the medicine runs its course, he should wake up.”

She paused before adding:

“Assuming he can endure it, of course.”

The Nine-Turn Lotus was unquestionably potent—but the process was unbearably painful. Most people wouldn’t last.

Suddenly, Chen Fei’s consciousness stirred.

His vision blurred, his instincts driving him to raise a hand to block the glare.

“Buzz—”

A familiar hum echoed.

Chen Fei turned his head, and there it stood—the Void Heaven Cauldron, towering and majestic, far more imposing than he’d ever perceived it before.

“The Dao of Myriad Arts lies in fusion and devouring—take the ways of heaven and earth for your own.”

A deep voice echoed.

These were words he had seen before, written within the Myriad Dao Arts.

But hearing them spoken brought an entirely new level of comprehension.

He had no time to question where he was. He instinctively sat down cross-legged, eyes filled with insight.

Many of the parts he’d previously struggled with suddenly became crystal clear.

“So that’s it! I misunderstood the nature of Dao Force all along!”

His eyes lit up with revelation.

Sometimes, all it took was a single spark to ignite understanding—and this was such a moment.

But before he could even enjoy the breakthrough, the familiar pain returned with a vengeance.

“AHHH!!”

Chen Fei screamed uncontrollably.

At the same time, the glowing lotus surrounding him shattered!

“Good! He made it through!”

Mu Yunsu watched the petals scatter and nodded in satisfaction.

It seemed she had truly underestimated Chen Fei.

No wonder even the Ancestor thought so highly of him.