Yang Honghui never expected the association president to be so generous this time.
Two bottles of Qi-Blood Pills, each containing ten pills.
Together, they were worth a full ten million.
But considering Chen Feng's cultivation level and the significance of Kunlun Mountain's opening,
this ten million was nothing.
Absolutely worth every penny.
The next day, Yang Honghui personally brought the pills to Chen Feng's home.
Just as he knocked on the door,
a ghostly face emerged from the shadows at the corner of the hallway.
"Yang Honghui?"
"What is he doing here?"
"Did he sense me?"
Su Yan quickly dismissed the thought.
She hadn't shown herself in ten years.
Even the eight highest-ranking assassins hadn't seen her during this time.
Her appearance was completely different from a decade ago.
Unless she revealed herself, there was almost no chance of exposure.
She glanced at the hallway surveillance cameras and roughly guessed the situation.
Given Chen Feng's extraordinary talent, he was undoubtedly under surveillance by the Martial Arts Association.
If she wanted to approach him, she would eventually be caught on camera.
But it didn’t matter—her current identity was spotless.
The Martial Arts Association wouldn’t find anything.
That morning, just as Chen Feng was about to take his two disciples, Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei, to the neighborhood park for training, the doorbell rang.
Opening the door, he was surprised to see the branch president of Jiangcheng’s Martial Arts Association.
"President Yang, what brings you here?"
Yang Honghui chuckled.
"Let’s talk inside!"
"To be honest, I have something very important to discuss with you."
Chen Feng quickly invited him into the living room.
Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei, already dressed and ready to leave, had no choice but to return to their rooms and wait until their master finished his conversation.
Yang Honghui surveyed the room before sitting on the sofa.
Chen Feng fetched an electrolyte drink from the fridge and handed it to him—he wasn’t much of a tea drinker.
Yang Honghui didn’t mind the informality.
He cut straight to the point.
"Chen Feng, your performance in yesterday’s battle was impressive."
"With your current strength, even most advanced martial artists would struggle against you."
"I came today to ask if you’ve heard about Kunlun Mountain’s opening."
Kunlun’s opening!
Of course, Chen Feng had heard of it.
The ancestral dragon vein of Great Xia.
Kunlun Mountain was one of the world’s most infamous forbidden zones,
perpetually shrouded in mist, impenetrable to the living.
No one who wandered in had ever returned.
But every sixty years, the mist would thin dramatically,
lasting exactly eighty-one days.
This was the only time anyone could enter.
Yet, it remained perilous.
There was also a strict restriction:
One’s Qi-Blood value could not exceed 1,000.
If someone with a higher value entered, the excess would be drained—permanently.
Even after leaving Kunlun, it wouldn’t recover.
They’d have to start over from the peak martial artist level.
This deterred most experts above that threshold.
After all, the higher one’s Qi-Blood, the harder it was to cultivate.
No one wanted to lose what they’d painstakingly built.
Of course, there were exceptions.
Some elders nearing the end of their lifespans chose this time to enter Kunlun,
seeking to rest within the ancestral dragon vein.
But before death, they had one final duty:
to protect Great Xia’s dragon vein.
Every sixty years, Kunlun’s opening wasn’t just for Great Xia’s descendants.
Foreign forces also infiltrated.
The mountain’s dangers came with immense opportunities—
countless rare treasures, mythical creatures like the qilin.
Legends spoke of someone who used qilin blood to forge an invincible arm,
propelling them to unparalleled heights.
Then there were the rumored Scarlet Fruits, thousand-year blood ginseng,
mountain spirits, water essences, ice silkworms, the Fountain of Eternal Youth…
The list went on.
A single item could secure a lifetime of wealth.
But foreign intruders didn’t just seek treasures.
They aimed to destroy Great Xia’s dragon vein.
So the rule was clear:
Any non-Great Xia descendant found inside Kunlun would be executed on sight.
Chen Feng looked at Yang Honghui.
"President Yang, are you asking me to enter Kunlun’s ancestral vein this time?"
Yang Honghui nodded.
"Exactly!"
"With your mastery of techniques, you’re bound to achieve greatness inside."
Chen Feng feigned modesty.
"You flatter me, President Yang."
"Against peak martial artists, there’s still… a slight risk."
Yang Honghui nearly rolled his eyes.
"You say I’m flattering you, yet you call it a ‘slight’ risk?"
"That’s not modesty."
What was the difference between "slight" and "none"?
He promptly pulled out the two bottles of Qi-Blood Pills
and placed them on the table.
"These are two bottles of second-grade Qi-Blood Pills."
"One pill boosts Qi-Blood by 400 points, lasting about twenty minutes."
"With these, you’ll have confidence, right?"
Yang Honghui didn’t know Chen Feng’s Qi-Blood had already reached 500.
In his mind, Chen Feng had held his own against Han Ming—
who had over 900 Qi-Blood—while only at 300.
If Chen Feng added another 400,
his 700 Qi-Blood, combined with three heaven-tier techniques and peerless mastery,
would make him nearly unmatched among peak martial artists.
Chen Feng’s eyes gleamed with interest.
The labels on the bottles read "Second-Grade Qi-Blood Pills."
His heart raced.
With his current 500 Qi-Blood,
adding 400 would bring him to 900.
Under Kunlun’s 1,000 limit, wouldn’t that make him invincible?
A peak martial artist’s Qi-Blood, paired with Heavenly Unity realm mastery—
what opponent could possibly rival that?
Yang Honghui pressed further.
"Well? With these, do you dare enter Kunlun and defend Great Xia’s dragon vein?"
"And don’t worry—you’ll only need to act at critical moments."
"I’ll arrange for veteran grandmasters to watch over you."
"If your life is ever in danger, you can flee Kunlun immediately."
Veteran grandmasters?
Chen Feng paused briefly before understanding.
Once inside, grandmasters would lose any Qi-Blood exceeding 1,000,
but their technique mastery would remain.
These elders, nearing the end of their lives,
would be the strongest combatants inside Kunlun.
With things laid out so clearly, how could he refuse?
Besides, Chen Feng was deeply curious about the enigmatic Kunlun.
An opportunity like this came only once every sixty years.
If he missed it now, he’d be eighty by the next opening.
Meeting Yang Honghui’s gaze, Chen Feng spoke earnestly.
"Defending Great Xia’s dragon vein is my duty."
"If I die fighting for it, that would be my greatest honor."
Yang Honghui slammed the table.
"Good!"
He clapped Chen Feng’s shoulder approvingly.
"When Kunlun opens, I’ll send someone to notify you."
"This time, we must slaughter every invader for Great Xia!"
"I’ll send you the Kunlun Mountain intel right away."
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