Truth Is the Sharp Blade

Dozens of minutes earlier.

The Heavenly Capital.

Chen Feng rarely visited Yin Hu's residence.

This caught Yin Hu somewhat off guard.

"Oho!"

"Rare for you to come looking for me on your own."

"Looks like your backbone's gotten stiffer lately!"

Chen Feng was speechless.

If it weren't for something major,

he truly wouldn't want to come find Yin Hu.

The moment he saw this she-tiger,

it dredged up certain memories he'd rather forget.

Those weren't some glorious path walked.

That was pure, unadulterated cringe history.

Wang Hao learned that Chen Feng had arrived and came running over enthusiastically as well.

"Brother Chen Feng, it's been ages!"

"So, that father-in-law of yours kicked up quite a fuss today, huh?"

"Word is tens of thousands of people have flooded into the Kunlun Mountains, and the whole area's been placed under lockdown."

Chen Feng nodded, a casual acknowledgment of Wang Hao's greeting.

"That's exactly why I'm here."

He then turned to Yin Hu and asked:

"How do you think you'd fare against Su Yuanshan?"

Yin Hu wolfed down an entire grilled fish in one bite.

Rolling her eyes at Chen Feng, she said:

"Hmph! You want me to fight Su Yuanshan."

Chen Feng admitted: "Su Yuanshan plans to revive at least twenty-nine War Gods in one go."

"We have to stop him, or else the whole world will live under his shadow forever."

"We don't need you to beat him—just hold him off for a bit."

"We need a little time to minimize casualties."

Yin Hu snorted again. "What do your casualties have to do with me?"

"Don't forget, I'm of the Yao Clan. Back in ancient times, we were the mortal enemies of the human race."

"And even that madman Gu Sanliang couldn't get the better of Su Yuanshan. How could I possibly be a match for him?"

"I knew it—you worthless man only come around when you need something!"

"Get lost now! Don't ruin my meal!"

Chen Feng wore a helpless expression.

He had no idea how to persuade Yin Hu.

But Yin Hu was a crucial piece of the plan.

Without her,

their chances of success were virtually zero.

Wang Hao, hearing that Su Yuanshan intended to revive twenty-nine War Gods at once,

felt his scalp tingle.

Two dozen War Gods at once?

The once-untouchable War Saints really were becoming a dime a dozen.

His own grandfather was getting useless, less and less capable by the day.

A deep sense of crisis washed over him.

Then Wang Hao chimed in:

"Ancestor!"

"If Su Yuanshan takes over the world,

you might not get to enjoy your free meals every day anymore."

Chen Feng's eyes lit up.

He quickly added: "Right, right. Once Su Yuanshan controls the world,

he won't be feeding you for free like this."

"Everything you eat right now—the Martial Arts Guild pays for all of it."

Wang Hao hurriedly added: "And I've been busting my back too! All this food is personally arranged by me."

"Even the menu—I had someone write it out word by word."

"I work from dawn till dusk, getting less than ten hours of sleep a day."

Ten hours?

Chen Feng thought he must have misheard.

Maybe it was four hours.

But that wasn't the point.

At the mention of losing her food supply,

Yin Hu's eyes narrowed,

a dangerous glint flashing within.

"Cut off my rations, and you might as well kill my parents!"

"Even if the Gu clan brothers showed up, I'd flay a layer of skin off them!"

Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

He patted Wang Hao's shoulder gratefully.

Wang Hao, however, wasn't thinking about any of that.

The thought of dozens of War Gods appearing in the future

left him with zero sense of security.

"Why is living so damn hard?"

Back then, his grandfather was his shield, and he was a spoiled rich third-generation heir of a great family.

Then the Gu clan emerged from seclusion, and his grandfather became useless.

He found himself another backer—a half-yao ancestor.

Now, it looked like even Ancestor Yin Hu was about to become useless.

Wang Hao was ridden with worry.

...

This year's Ghost Festival, the fifteenth of July,

was destined to become a day recorded in the annals of history.

That man, once again stirring the tides of history, was bound to leave a whirlpool in his wake.

All media and networks worldwide were forced to broadcast Chen Feng's video address.

"I am Chen Feng. What I'm about to say concerns the fate of every single person."

"The War God who destroyed the Southern Continent intends to revive at least twenty-nine more War Gods."

"When that happens, the Martial Arts Guild will be overthrown, and the organization ruling the world may become the Heaven-Swallowing Club."

The moment these words were spoken, the whole world was shocked.

If the Heaven-Swallowing Club ruled the world, that would be a disaster!

"Is the Hero of Xia joking?"

"What does 'reviving War Gods' even mean?"

"So the meteor that destroyed the Southern Continent was really summoned by that guy?"

"Why would the Heaven-Swallowing Club rule the world???"

...

Countless questions flooded the internet.

But soon, Chen Feng laid everything out plainly, holding nothing back.

From the Ghost Tomb Stone Coffin appearing for two hours in the Kunlun Mountains on the fifteenth of July,

to the War Gods of the Underworld using the Ghost Tomb Stone Coffin to reincarnate into earthly bodies.

Everyone listened as if they were hearing a myth.

"Do we trust science, or do we trust the Hero of Xia?"

"I've been saying—why would War Gods suddenly appear in this world? Those are mythical creatures!"

"Forget science! The moment I saw the Hero of Xia's mistress—a tiger bigger than a mountain—I stopped believing in science."

"So that means if I die, I can still go party in the Underworld!"

...

As the whole internet buzzed with discussion,

Chen Feng got to the point.

"To stop this, I need many volunteers to head to the Kunlun Mountains."

"Find the Ghost Tomb Stone Coffin and open it."

"Many who take part in this plan will die."

"And whoever opens the Ghost Tomb Stone Coffin will die without question!"

"The soul of the one who opens it will not appear in the Underworld—it will be annihilated completely."

The moment these words left his mouth,

the hot-blooded youths who weren't afraid of death instantly cooled down.

They understood now that the Ghost Tomb Stone Coffin wasn't something to open casually.

"Damn! You shouldn't have said that!"

"After hearing that, who in their right mind would volunteer to open the stone coffin?"

"This Hero of Xia is too honest for his own good—he'll never achieve great things!"

"Sigh. Honesty is no longer a virtue—it's just stupidity in other people's eyes."

...

Chen Feng's words made many members of the Martial Arts Guild shake their heads in disbelief.

"At a time like this, he's still playing the noble hero?"

"You may feel guilt-free, but the plan might just fail because of it."

"No wonder so many people call him a saint. They're not wrong!"

"Elder Feng, I told you we should've hired someone to write him a speech!"

...

Feng Tengyun, however, said calmly:

"Sometimes lies can't wound anyone—it's the truth that cuts deep."

"Don't underestimate this kind of foolish sincerity. It can pierce straight into the deepest parts of the human heart."

Watching the barrage of comments online,

Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei were both anxious for their master.

Beside them, Chen Shuangshuang wore a troubled expression and asked:

"Is Daddy trying to stop Mommy from being revived?"

Jin Youxi quickly explained: "Of course not!"

"Master is trying to revive even more people."

"Otherwise, that villainous grandfather of yours will take over the whole world."