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    Chen Fei slowly opened his eyes—only to realize that the lotus enclosing him had shattered, revealing his bare body to the world.

    Mu Yunsu casually waved her hand.

    “Put some clothes on first!”

    Even Chen Fei couldn’t help but blush, quickly throwing his robes over himself.

    Leng Yue glanced at him to confirm he was still alive, then turned around and left without a word—cold and aloof as always.

    Once dressed, Chen Fei instinctively leapt down from the platform but immediately felt his footing unstable. Thankfully, Miao Yue had quick reflexes and supported him before he could embarrass himself.

    “You’ve only just recovered from your injuries. Your body’s still weak. You’ll need some time to fully heal,” Mu Yunsu said with a soft smile, then added with amusement,

    “By the way, that Nine-Turn Lotus you just used? It was fronted by the Ancestor—worth a full one million contribution points.”

    Mu Yunsu was clearly in a teasing mood. She was curious to see how Chen Fei would react to hearing he’d racked up a million-point debt.

    But to her surprise, Chen Fei nodded seriously.

    “Understood. Please thank the Ancestor on my behalf. I’ll repay the points as soon as possible.”

    Then, Chen Fei pulled out a black-and-red battle flag.

    “Mu Sect Master, this is the core of the Bloodfiend Formation. Due to certain complications, the formation is no longer functional—but this should still serve as proof.”

    Previously, Mu Yunsu had promised ten thousand contribution points if he could retrieve the Bloodfiend Formation.

    After discovering the formation had been tampered with, Chen Fei had forcefully absorbed most of its energy. What remained was this flag—a token of authenticity, if nothing else.

    Mu Yunsu took the flag, examined it, and nodded.

    “The core energy is gone, but the formation inscriptions are intact. Not bad! I really didn’t expect you to succeed.”

    “So… does the reward still count?” Chen Fei asked.

    “It does,” Mu Yunsu smiled, storing the flag with a flick of her wrist.

    “That ten thousand will be deducted from your debt. As for the rest—keep your contribution points for now. You’ll still need resources to fully recover.”

    Chen Fei checked his jade badge and did some mental math. He still had over 140,000 points left. He figured he could manage with that—after all, with the Void Heaven Cauldron and Ziqing Palace for alchemy, he didn’t need to spend too much.

    “I’ll use 100,000 now. I’ll repay the remaining 800,000 as soon as I can.”

    He handed over his badge.

    Mu Yunsu, seeing his determination, nodded in approval.

    “Alright. Since you insist. But don’t stress too much about it for now. Focus on strengthening your cultivation first.”

    “I understand. Thank you, Sect Master,” Chen Fei bowed respectfully and left.

    Miao Yue followed quietly, her gaze odd and contemplative.

    When they arrived at Shaocui Peak, Chen Fei finally broke the silence.

    “If you have something to say, just say it.”

    “What’s going on between you and Leng Yue?” she asked bluntly.

    “We’ve shared life and death together,” Chen Fei replied after a pause.

    Miao Yue pouted.

    She wasn’t stupid—maybe a bit slow sometimes, but not blind. She knew exactly what kind of person Leng Yue was. If Chen Fei and her had no special relationship, she’d eat her shoe.

    But thinking of her young mistress’s instructions, she could only glare at Chen Fei.

    “You’d better watch your back. Between stealing the Bloodfiend Formation and showing off in Tianyan City, there are plenty of people who don’t like you right now.”

    “They don’t like me?” Chen Fei blinked, confused.

    Of course, he understood why Miao Yue asked about Leng Yue, but as for her warning—well, that was news to him. Then again, a “life-and-death bond” could include creating life too…

    “The title of Holy Son means more than you realize,” Miao Yue warned.

    “Especially since the Ancestor’s already dropped hints about picking the next one. With the spotlight on you, the Six Great Sects are definitely keeping tabs on you.”

    Holy Son?

    It made sense. The Heavenly Apex Sacred Land had Holy Maidens, but no true Holy Son. It was an honorary title at best—until now.

    Even cultivators weren’t immune to status and prestige.

    Chen Fei stared at Miao Yue’s retreating figure and suddenly realized…

    He’d forgotten to ask the most important question:

    Does being Holy Son… come with contribution points?!

    He still owed 800,000. He needed a plan.

    After all, risking death to retrieve the Bloodfiend Formation only netted him 100,000.

    At this rate…

    Forget it. No fortune without risk.

    But Chen Fei still had one key advantage—the Challenge Period wasn’t over yet. And from what Miao Yue said, there were already a bunch of people who didn’t like him.

    With the right push, wouldn’t they come to challenge me themselves? That’s free contribution points!

    “One more thing.”

    Chen Fei raised a hand, and the Soul-Link Tower appeared in his palm.

    With a flash of light, Wang Feng appeared before him.

    Seeing his familiar surroundings, Wang Feng’s face turned pale.

    “What’s going on? Why did you release me here? Hurry, put me back!”

    “Senior Brother Wang,” Chen Fei sighed,

    “Some things can’t be avoided forever. Do you really think they don’t already know?”

    Wang Feng’s anxious face slowly eased. After a moment, he exhaled deeply.

    “Sorry. I dragged you into this… But you’re right. There’s no point in running.”

    Chen Fei nodded, about to speak—when a new presence arrived at the door.

    An elderly man entered, hair white, body lean, eyes sharp as blades.

    Wang Feng stiffened like a schoolboy caught cheating and immediately stood to the side.

    The old man turned to look at Chen Fei, his gaze piercing.

    Chen Fei didn’t flinch. He stepped forward and bowed.

    “Greetings, Sect Master Wang.”

    This was Wang Situ, one of the most mysterious figures in the Heavenly Apex Sacred Land—the master of the Dark Gate, unknown to most.

    Chen Fei had only heard of him from casual conversation with Leng Yue.

    “Turning my grandson into a spirit body… You’ve got some guts.”

    His voice was cold and venomous. Under that chilling stare, Chen Fei felt like a venomous snake had locked onto him.

    His body was still recovering, his Qi reserves empty—yet his mental strength was stronger than ever.

    He met Wang Situ’s glare without backing down.

    “Grandfather! It’s not what you think!”

    Wang Feng tried to speak up.

    “Silence! I’ll deal with you later!”

    Wang Situ’s bark shut Wang Feng up instantly. His fear of his grandfather ran deep—his body even trembled slightly. But as he saw Chen Fei take the brunt of that pressure, he couldn’t help but step forward.

    “Grandfather! At least listen first! You can’t just ignore right and wrong!”

    Wang Situ’s pressure instantly receded, and his gaze shifted in surprise.

    Wang Feng averted his eyes, clearly afraid—but this time, he didn’t back down.

    His stance said everything.

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