At this moment, Chen Feng had no strength left.
He lay weakly on the ground.
He could only see a smiling face gazing affectionately at him.
It was Su Yan’s face.
She was once his disciple, later his wife, the mother of his daughter.
The greatest trouble he had ever encountered in his life.
But in the next moment, he saw it.
Blood kept gushing from Su Yan’s beautiful lips.
Then he saw that her upper body had been blasted through, leaving a hole as big as a soccer ball, clear front to back.
“Didn’t I block it?”
Chen Feng wanted to say something in unwillingness,
but only coughed up a mouthful of blood.
He wanted to clench his fists, but he couldn’t even move his fingers.
Because Chen Feng had shielded her, Su Yan suffered a fatal wound too, but she was in much better condition than him.
Her body slowly collapsed.
She tried her best to fall into Chen Feng’s arms,
but she missed by a little.
Still, she landed close to him.
Using every ounce of strength,
she slowly moved her right hand to gently stroke Chen Feng’s cheek, now covered in purple scales.
But her fingers were instantly stained red by the blood gushing from his mouth,
though under the red moon,
it was impossible to see.
Chen Feng tilted his eyes, trying to look at Su Yan.
Rolling his eyeballs was the only movement he could make.
But even with all his effort, he could only see a blurry outline of her ear—
he couldn’t fully see her face.
Su Yan coughed up another mouthful of blood.
She saw the flesh on the hole in Chen Feng’s chest slowly writhing, trying to heal.
She wore the last smile of her life—
the happiest smile she had since witnessing her parents’ death.
Happier even than when she saw her daughter being born.
Su Yan gazed dazedly at Chen Feng’s profile and said weakly:
“Meeting you in this life was my greatest fortune, even if it ends in sorrow.”
“I hope my death can help you, little master, become a martial god soon.”
Her eyes gradually lost their light.
The hand resting on Chen Feng’s cheek slowly slid to the ground.
Chen Feng seemed to sense something.
Two streaks of blood-tinted tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.
In his mind, he heard the voice he least wanted to hear right now:
[Congratulations on achieving master’s accomplishment.]
[Fourth disciple, Su Yan, has died.]
[The master inherits the disciple’s total vital energy value.]
[Gained 52,917 points of vital energy.]
At that moment,
Chen Feng’s vital energy value reached an unprecedented height.
Combined with his daughter’s national championship reward from earlier this year,
his current vital energy value had already soared to 104,876—
twice that of a peak normal human martial saint.
As the vital energy exploded,
the recovery speed of Chen Feng’s body doubled.
Just as Aiden killed Chen Feng and Su Yan,
Tang Geng, whose body seemed broken, exploded with astonishing speed.
With a single jump on one leg, he reached the ghostly stone coffin.
Then, without hesitation, he slapped the lid open.
The grinding sound of rock made Aiden turn around in disbelief.
He stared at Tang Geng with wide eyes.
“You… you…”
“So you were in cahoots all along!”
After all his precautions,
Aiden had never imagined the problem would come from his own side.
Enraged and humiliated, he recklessly punched Tang Geng.
In an instant, rocks shattered,
and the spot where Tang Geng stood was turned into a crater dozens of meters wide.
But Aiden froze in place.
Tang Geng was still standing there,
and the stone coffin remained intact.
Both he and the coffin seemed like mere illusions—
Aiden’s attack had passed straight through them.
Tang Geng never expected it to come to this.
But he had already prepared himself for death.
At this moment, his hand still clung to the edge of the stone coffin.
He didn’t understand why he could touch the stone coffin,
yet Aiden couldn’t strike it.
But as he glanced inside the stone coffin,
he was stunned for a moment.
On the stone slab lay a person—
and that person was himself.
He extended his left hand and looked closely,
only to realize his hand was somewhat transparent,
no longer solid.
Just then,
others began arriving one after another.
Among them were Liu Weiwei and Zhao Bing.
They knew full well what Su Yan’s arrival meant—
their master would be put in a very passive position.
But when they arrived at the scene,
everyone froze.
Chen Feng and a woman lay in a pool of blood.
And what made their blood run cold even more was this:
the hexagram “Xun for Wind” ghost-tomb stone coffin had been opened.
Standing beside it was none other than the West Continent Executive Officer of the Martial Arts Guild, Tang Geng.
Zhao Bing and Liu Weiwei rushed toward Chen Feng.
Seeing a large hole in both their master and mistress’s chests, their eyes blazed with rage.
Zhao Bing roared:
“Who did this?!”
A murderous intent surged to the heavens.
The Red Abyss sword strapped to his back hummed sharply.
Wang Zun also arrived at that moment.
Seeing the situation, he too was taken aback.
Liu Weiwei knelt on the ground,
cradling Chen Feng’s body in her arms, and sobbed:
“Master, what happened to you? Who hurt you like this?”
Chen Feng’s injuries had somewhat eased. He shook his head slowly,
then said weakly to Liu Weiwei:
“Take Su Yan’s body back.”
“Don’t let Shuangshuang know.”
Liu Weiwei wiped away her tears and nodded firmly.
Then Zhao Bing hoisted Chen Feng onto his back.
Liu Weiwei carried Su Yan’s body as they prepared to leave.
Just then, an old martial saint suddenly blocked Liu Weiwei’s path.
“She is the leader of the Swallowing Heaven Club. You cannot take her away so easily.”
A chilling light flashed in Liu Weiwei’s eyes.
Rage swelled in her heart.
Zhao Bing also turned around,
his eyes brimming with killing intent.
Chen Feng lifted his eyelids and slowly looked at the stubborn martial saint.
“I know you must have a grudge against the Swallowing Heaven Club.”
“Su Yan is my wife, and she is already dead.”
“I have sacrificed so much for Great Xia, asking nothing in return—only to bring back my wife’s body.”
The martial saint looked into the desolate eyes of Great Xia’s hero.
For a moment, he didn’t know what to say.
His own relatives had died horribly in battles with the Swallowing Heaven Club.
But Chen Feng had faced life and death for Great Xia countless times; this request was not excessive.
And Su Yan was already dead—now just a corpse.
Wang Zun then appeared beside the martial saint and said to him:
“Do not be disrespectful!”
“No matter whose body it is, you should not make things difficult for him.”
Aiden, meanwhile, glared angrily at Chen Feng and the others.
“What the hell is going on?”
“Aren’t you that so-called hero of Great Xia?”
“Why did you save her?”
“Are you a traitor? A spy?”
“What is wrong with you people in Great Xia?”
Wang Zun, seeing Zhao Bing about to lose control, quickly stepped in front of him and said to Aiden:
“Mr. Aiden, let me explain.”
“Things have come to this. The woman is dead. Please, let them go.”
Aiden was seething with anger,
but had nowhere to vent it.
He could tell that something was going on between that hero of Great Xia and the enemy female leader.
And the number of traitors in Great Xia was too high.
Traitors were everywhere.
Even the Chancellor was a traitor.
The enemy’s female leader had gone so far as to sleep with the universally recognized hero of Great Xia.
Under these circumstances, how could anyone defend against it?
It was simply speechless.
But at this point, he no longer had any energy to care.
Aiden could not even imagine it.
What would happen after Su Yuanshan’s resurrection in seven days.
Especially when he recalled that he had just killed Su Yuanshan’s daughter.
His scalp went numb.
He felt like his life had entered its final countdown.
All he wanted now was to return to the Southern Continent.
To drink all the fine wine he had collected over the years within those seven days.
At the same time, he was determined to properly instruct his disciple, so that the fighting spirit cultivation methods would be passed down.
Of course, that was on the condition that his disciple managed to survive.
With Wang Zun stepping in.
And the guarantees from several other senior members of the Great Xia Martial Arts Guild.
Zhao Bing and Liu Weiwei finally left in anger, accompanied by Chen Feng and the corpse of Su Yan.
Chen Feng let out a bitter laugh.
“The face of a Great Xia hero can barely even buy back his wife’s body.”
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