As a disciple, instead of respecting and cherishing one's master, to constantly think about how to teach the master a lesson—what is such a wicked disciple if not one who betrays their master and ancestors?
Only Chen Chang'an would dare to be so bold, taking advantage of Mu Yunyao's inability to do anything about him, spouting nonsense all day long.
Da Huang, on the other hand, wouldn’t dare to chime in even half a sentence. Back when he was naive, he followed Chen Chang'an’s lead in mouthing off a few times—the consequences still make him shudder just thinking about it.
Even though Chen Chang'an was the one who talked the most, Da Huang ended up taking the worst beating!
"For some reason, I feel like I just narrowly avoided a crisis."
"Ah, never mind. It’s not like I can die anyway."
"Let’s just head to the Chaotic Zone first."
The Chaotic Zone was a place where morality had collapsed, humanity was twisted, and notions of propriety, justice, integrity, and shame no longer existed.
Here, anyone could do as they pleased—provided they had the strength to back it up.
In this place, justice was an anomaly, morality was a joke, and everyone only cared about their own survival, never bothering with the lives or deaths of strangers.
In fact, even their own lives were no longer within their control.
Before even stepping into the territory of the Chaotic Zone, Chen Chang'an noticed a shift in the surrounding air.
A faint scent of blood lingered in the air, and the spiritual energy here seemed tainted with a frenzied, violent essence.
No wonder this place had turned out like this. Absorbing such energy for years, it was no surprise that no decent people remained.
Even a normal person who stayed here too long would likely descend into madness.
"Xian'er, from now on, don’t absorb any spiritual energy from the outside. You’ve already consumed the Immortal Spirit Fruit—the energy within your body is enough for your cultivation."
"Seal off your connection to the external spiritual energy," Chen Chang'an said with a frown.
"Yes, Young Master."
Gu Xian'er had also sensed the problem with the spiritual energy here, so she immediately severed her absorption of it after Chen Chang'an’s warning.
"This place… is quite interesting."
"But are you sure your fetal bead is here?" Da Huang asked curiously.
"Not certain, but my instincts say it’s here."
"Not all of the Chen family’s fetal beads were stolen—some were willingly given away, like in the case of the Great Zhou Kingdom. So it’s possible that someone who obtained a fetal bead brought it here."
"Though I can sense the fetal bead is in the Chaotic Zone, I can’t pinpoint its exact location or who holds it," Chen Chang'an said helplessly.
"If all else fails, we could just kill everyone in the Chaotic Zone and search their corpses one by one. We’d find it eventually," Da Huang said nonchalantly.
Kill everyone in the entire Chaotic Zone? How long would that take? And what if the bead wasn’t even on their person?
Da Huang’s solution sounded simple, but it wasn’t very reliable.
"Well, well, youngsters daring to come to the Chaotic Zone at your age are rare."
"Seems like luck is on our side today."
"And they even brought a dog! Hahaha, what an amusing pair of youngsters."
Not long after entering the Chaotic Zone, Chen Chang'an and his group were suddenly intercepted by a group of men blocking their path.
There were five of them, all appearing to be in their forties.
Their eyes were bloodshot, their grins unnervingly savage, and their bodies radiated a thick aura of bloodlust.
It was clear they had lived here for a long time—and the influence of this place had taken its toll.
But Chen Chang'an couldn’t quite understand—why were they ambushing newcomers at the entrance of the Chaotic Zone?
"Ah… such a sweet scent."
"I can’t wait any longer. Their blood must be incredibly fresh—it’ll help suppress the frenzy in our bodies."
One of them inhaled deeply, his expression one of ecstasy, as if he had caught the aroma of the most delicious feast in the world.
Hearing this, Chen Chang'an immediately grasped their intentions.
Blood—untainted, pure blood!
Had they absorbed too much of this place’s corrupted spiritual energy, killed too many people, and now the bloodlust and frenzied energy in their bodies were out of control?
Did they need fresh, uncontaminated blood to suppress it?
How utterly depraved—drinking the blood of the living? What difference was there between them and monsters?
"The Chaotic Zone truly lives up to its name—all kinds of freaks gather here."
"But if you want my blood, you’ll have to prove you’re capable of taking it," Chen Chang'an sneered.
"Hahaha!"
"You reckless brat! A mere Transcendent Realm cultivator dares to strut into this place?"
"Even has the nerve to talk big. You’ve got a death wish!"
"Don’t worry—I’ll make sure you watch as we drain every last drop of your blood!" The leader grinned savagely, his eyes gleaming with bloodthirst.
"And you’re only at the Divine Ability Realm yourselves."
"Your cultivation is too low, so you can't suppress the violent energy within you by your own strength. That's why you act this way."
"Being weak isn't your fault, but coming out to embarrass yourselves—that’s on you."
Chen Chang'an sneered, then glanced at Gu Xian'er, who understood his intent without a word and immediately struck.
Seeing Gu Xian'er take the initiative to attack, the five men smirked dismissively. They could clearly sense her cultivation level—the ninth stage of the Divine Ability Realm—but all five of them were at the same realm.
Five against one—was there any doubt about the outcome?
Boom!
"Fifth Brother!"
"Damn it, you bitch! You actually killed Fifth Brother!"
"Attack together! We’ll make this whore wish she were dead!"
None of the four had expected Gu Xian'er to be so fast or so powerful. In just one exchange, she had instantly killed their fifth member. Whether out of rage or self-preservation, they couldn’t just stand by.
Yet, facing their combined assault, Gu Xian'er moved with effortless grace, completely unharmed by their attacks.
"Along the way, Gu Xian'er’s combat skills have grown sharper and sharper."
"Though… these guys really aren’t much to begin with."
Da Huang first marveled, then shot a disdainful look at the remaining men.
Gu Xian'er possessed a unique constitution and cultivated a technique perfectly suited to her Phoenix Immortal Body, making her power extraordinary.
Coupled with the pure, vast energy from the Immortal Spirit Fruit she had absorbed, the force behind her techniques was naturally even more formidable.
"P-please, don’t kill me! Spare my life!"
"I was wrong, I beg you, let me live!"
"I’ll do anything, just let me go!"
In the blink of an eye, only the leader of the group remained alive—but his courage had long since shattered.
Gu Xian'er’s overwhelming strength filled him with terror. Who could have imagined that such a stunning beauty would strike without the slightest hesitation?
Hearing his pleas, Gu Xian'er first glanced at Chen Chang'an. Seeing no reaction from him, she decisively executed the last man.
"Young Master, killing here… feels very uncomfortable."
After dispatching the five, Gu Xian'er returned to Chen Chang'an’s side and shared her unease.
"Oh? How is it different from outside?" Chen Chang'an asked.
"It’s hard to describe, but there’s an inexplicable irritability."
"Something seems to be affecting my emotions."
Gu Xian'er couldn’t quite pinpoint the cause. She hadn’t noticed it after killing the first man, but by the second, she began to sense it.
By the time all five were dead, the feeling had become unmistakable.
"Killing inherently leaves a residue of hostility within oneself, which takes time to dispel."
"But this place amplifies that hostility, making it harder to cleanse. That’s why the agitation is so pronounced."
"Your cultivation is still lacking. It seems in this Chaotic Zone, you should avoid fighting when possible."
Hearing this, Gu Xian'er felt a pang of guilt. If only she were stronger, she wouldn’t be such a burden.
Would Young Master have to step in himself now?
"Young Master, I—"
"Enough. This isn’t your fault. Let’s go. Who knows what else awaits us here?"
"This place—what difference is there from hell itself?"
"Of course there’s a difference. Hell is far more terrifying than this."
Da Huang’s sudden remark took even Chen Chang'an by surprise—and clearly, Da Huang himself was startled by his own words.
"Da Huang, have you been to hell?" Chen Chang'an asked curiously.
"No… It just slipped out. I don’t even know why I said that."
Chen Chang'an studied the bewildered Da Huang but didn’t press further. As a divine beast, perhaps some inherited memory had surfaced.
"Let’s go. Let’s see just how terrifying this ‘hell’ really is!"
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