Chapter 100: Calamity Without Cause

Faced with Duan Yi’s questioning, Chu Feng did not rush to answer. He gazed at Duan Yi, and a wave of affection welled up in his heart. Memories flooded him, and for a moment, he seemed to see that adorable child from years past, the one who used to call him Brother Chu Feng.

Chu Feng pointed to the rain flower stone in Duan Yi’s hand and asked, “This stone is quite beautiful. I can tell it means a lot to you. But do you know where it came from?”

Duan Yi was startled by the question, a look of confusion flickering across his face. He truly did not know the origin of the rain flower stone. It had been with him since childhood; he had always assumed he’d picked it up somewhere when he was young.

He felt a deep attachment to it. Though it was just an ordinary stone, he could never bear to throw it away. He always kept it close to his heart. Somehow, carrying this stone eased his loneliness and soothed his spirit, filling him with a sense of peace.

As these thoughts tumbled through his mind, Duan Yi’s expression suddenly hardened. He fixed Chu Feng with a cold glare and spoke in a frosty tone, “Are you trying to distract me with this nonsense? Besides, what does my possession have to do with you?”

Chu Feng’s face finally showed a trace of disappointment. He understood now—Duan Yi truly remembered nothing. That made it all the more necessary to keep the secret, at least for now.

Chu Feng sighed, shaking his head helplessly. “We weren’t meant to be enemies,” he said quietly, “but fate likes to play tricks on people.”

“Hmph. Since you helped me recover the stone, I’ll let you go today. But if you keep talking nonsense, don’t blame me for being rude!” Duan Yi gave a cold snort, shot Chu Feng a glare, and turned to leave without another word.

Chu Feng stared after Duan Yi’s retreating figure, lost in thought. He murmured, “The day you truly remember me, Chu Feng, you’ll finally know who you really are.”

After a while, Chu Feng left as well. This matter was truly troublesome. Who would have thought that Yuyang’s son would be living among the East King’s clan? If word got out, it would shake both the human and demon realms.

“How could things turn out like this? What should I do? Inform the Yu family? Tell the elders? No, if he doesn’t remember on his own, all efforts would be in vain.” So thought Chu Feng, deciding it was best to wait and see.

That night, Chu Feng prepared a feast and drank heartily with Liu Yantao. But disaster struck within half an hour.

A giant hand descended from the sky, soundless and sudden, pressing down upon the two as they drank.

Liu Yantao was in high spirits and never expected an ambush. Like Chu Feng, all he managed was a single scream—there was no time to fight back.

In an instant, the barrier Liu Yantao had set was shattered. The ground cracked, and a pit yawned open. Above, in the torn sky, a slender, graceful figure hovered—none other than Murong Qiuxue.

“You lecherous scoundrel, I finally have you in my grasp!” Murong Qiuxue’s exquisite face was tinged with anger and a hint of triumph. Her brows knit as she muttered, “Wait, I thought I heard two screams… Could there be two people?”

“Murong Qiuxue, are you trying to murder your own husband?” Liu Yantao’s voice echoed from the pit, weak and breathless.

Murong Qiuxue’s face turned cold. She landed at the edge of the pit, reached into the earth, and hauled Liu Yantao out.

To her surprise, there was another man in the pit. When she pulled him up and saw his face, Murong Qiuxue was momentarily stunned—it was Chu Feng.

Chu Feng’s head was bleeding badly, and he was unconscious. Liu Yantao was little better, his head also bloodied, his body trembling on the ground, unable to rise.

Murong Qiuxue was now a Celestial Spirit Warrior. The gulf between a first-rank Celestial and a ninth-rank Earth Spirit Warrior was vast. In terms of cultivation, the gap between her and Liu Yantao had only grown.

That strike just now was a powerful blow from Murong Qiuxue—far stronger than Duan Yi’s earlier attack on Chu Feng.

However, Liu Yantao was still a ninth-rank Earth Spirit Warrior. Even Murong Qiuxue had not expected such results from a single blow, but when she saw Chu Feng, some things became clear.

In truth, Liu Yantao’s injuries were much more severe than Chu Feng’s. First, he had let his guard down out of happiness; second, he had thrown himself in harm’s way to protect Chu Feng.

Liu Yantao knew that, barring spiritual attacks, Chu Feng’s strength was comparable to a mid-sixth rank Earth Spirit Warrior. Against a Celestial Spirit Warrior’s blow, with no preparation, he might well have died.

Thus, at the critical moment, Liu Yantao had flung himself over Chu Feng, absorbing eighty percent of the attack.

Murong Qiuxue checked Chu Feng and found him still breathing. He seemed out of danger, and she secretly sighed in relief. She turned a cold gaze on Liu Yantao. “This is your punishment. I warned you!”

Liu Yantao spat blood, but his mind was clear. He glared at Murong Qiuxue and snapped, “You little vixen, how dare you ambush me! Just wait until I’ve recovered—see if I don’t strip you bare!”

“You—!” Murong Qiuxue ground her teeth, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment. She struck him again, and this time, Liu Yantao lost consciousness.

Murong Qiuxue glanced at Chu Feng, her feelings complicated. This was the second time she had knocked him out. With a sigh and a hint of reproach, she muttered, “Honestly, why do you keep hanging around that scoundrel? Look at you now, suffering for it again!”

Murong Qiuxue had half a mind to leave Liu Yantao to die, but in the end, she could not bear it. She bit her lip and found herself an excuse: “I’m not saving you, you lecher—I just don’t want to kill anyone in the Heaven Battalion.”

With that, she picked up Chu Feng in one arm, grabbed Liu Yantao with the other, and soared into the sky.

In the training room, Murong Qiuxue dumped Liu Yantao unceremoniously on the floor. After settling Chu Feng, she finally tended to Liu Yantao’s injuries.

His wounds were no joke—his bones were broken in more than a dozen places, and he was wrapped up like a dumpling.

Still, Liu Yantao’s cultivation was profound, and he woke not long after. Seeing Murong Qiuxue’s dagger-like stare, he swallowed hard but still complained, “Damn it, all I did was use my artifact on a mission… You didn’t have to be so ruthless! Look at me now.”

“What was that?” Murong Qiuxue’s gaze grew even colder, as if she might devour him.

“Nothing, nothing,” Liu Yantao muttered, actually a little afraid she might hit him again. The strength of a Celestial Spirit Warrior was no laughing matter.

But Liu Yantao was proud. Losing to Murong Qiuxue stung his pride, so he found an excuse: “If I hadn’t been drinking, you wouldn’t have succeeded. And if I hadn’t been worried about my brother Chu, I wouldn’t be in such a state.”

Murong Qiuxue gave a cold laugh. “I’ll grant you that—didn’t expect a lecher like you to have a sense of loyalty.”

“Of course! I, Liu Yantao, rarely find a friend who suits me so well. Naturally, I’ll risk life and limb for him.” Unable to turn his head due to the bandages, he glanced at the ceiling and asked, “Where are we?”

“In my villa, of course,” Murong Qiuxue replied coolly.

“Your villa?” Liu Yantao’s spirits soared. He had long dreamed of entering this place, and now, to his astonishment, he was here. A few slaps seemed a small price to pay; all his resentment vanished.

“Is this your bedroom?” he asked, excitement growing.

“Are you blind? Bedroom? Can’t you tell this is the ceiling of the training room?” Murong Qiuxue shot him a glare.

Liu Yantao, slightly disappointed, paused. “Where’s Chu Feng? Is he here too?”

Murong Qiuxue rolled her eyes again. “Are you kidding? A handsome, charming man like that—why would I put him with a lecher like you? Of course, he’s in my bed.”

“What? He’s in your bed!” Liu Yantao’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he cried out, “That’s not fair! Not fair at all! We’re both good-looking—how can you treat me like this?”

His wails were so mournful, he almost coughed up blood from frustration.

Murong Qiuxue felt an undeniable satisfaction at his reaction.

“Just stay put. In a few days, I’ll come back and ‘entertain’ you properly.” Her voice was icy, sending a chill through Liu Yantao’s heart.

As before, Chu Feng now lay quietly on Murong Qiuxue’s soft bed, still unconscious.

His injuries were lighter than last time—internal damage and two broken arms. The main reason he fainted was the intense shock of the blow.

Murong Qiuxue entered and glanced at Chu Feng, sighing inwardly, “Oh, Long Yue, I’ve injured your Brother Feng again. Don’t blame me…”

Feeling unsettled, Murong Qiuxue went to the living room. Thoughts of that lecher Liu Yantao made her blood boil; she almost wished she could castrate him, but in the end, she held back.

She sat there sipping tea when suddenly she heard a knock at the door.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly regained her composure. “So the little girl has come back too. It was bound to happen sooner or later.”

She gave a helpless smile, rose, and opened the door. Standing before her, pure as snow and radiant as a goddess, was Long Yue.

“Well, little sister, you’re back sooner than I expected!” Murong Qiuxue greeted her with a smile.

“It’s been a while, Sister Qiuxue,” Long Yue replied with a smile.

“Why aren’t you off looking for your beloved? What brings you here instead?” Murong Qiuxue asked teasingly.

Long Yue blushed and murmured, “I went to the new recruits’ camp, but they said Brother Feng had joined the Heaven Battalion. When I went to his quarters, he wasn’t there.”

“Of course you couldn’t find him,” Murong Qiuxue muttered under her breath.

“What was that?” Long Yue asked.

“Come in first. You’ll be surprised—don’t be too shocked, all right?” Murong Qiuxue said, her expression a little awkward.

Once inside, Long Yue caught sight of something on the table, her expression turning odd. She looked at Murong Qiuxue and asked, “Sister Qiuxue, why is Brother Feng’s Domain Sword here?”