Soon, the news about that young man was acquired by a media outlet for 200,000 yuan.
When the content of the news was revealed, especially the final part—
Wei Xu shouting "Devouring Stars Technique"—the reporter immediately felt they had struck gold.
The video captured by the young man's phone went viral the moment it was released.
[Exclusive: Assassination Attempt on Prodigy Chen Feng]
[Double-Crossing on Kunlun Mountain—All for Chen Feng's Devouring Stars Technique]
[Shocking! Prodigy Chen Feng is a Member of the Devouring Sky Club!]
One headline after another surged to the top of trending lists.
Jin Youxi had been keeping a close eye on any news related to Kunlun Mountain these past few days.
She was among the first to see the reports about her master.
But when she read the content,
she instantly panicked.
"Someone is trying to kill Master! What should we do?"
"They're even framing him as a member of the Devouring Sky Club."
"How can people be so evil?"
"Master should have just emigrated..."
Jin Youxi clutched her phone, furiously posting comments to clear her master's name.
Liu Weiwei was equally anxious.
But there was nothing she could do to help.
Just as the two of them were pacing helplessly at home, their door suddenly rang.
Liu Weiwei opened it to find over a dozen people standing outside,
all fully armed and wearing the uniforms of the Martial Arts Guild.
"Are you two disciples of Mr. Chen Feng?"
"You've been reported as members of the Devouring Sky Club."
"Both of you must come with us to the Martial Arts Guild for questioning!"
Liu Weiwei froze in shock.
Jin Youxi immediately retorted,
"Nonsense! We’re not members of the Devouring Sky Club!"
"Besides, my master even captured members of the club back in the provincial capital!"
But her protests were in vain.
They were still taken away by the guild members.
The scene was witnessed by other residents in the neighborhood.
Dozens of phone cameras recorded the two being escorted away,
and soon, rumors flooded the internet,
sparking heated discussions.
"Who would’ve thought that the legendary Chen Feng was part of the Devouring Sky Club?"
"I heard his blood energy surged by 200 points in just four months."
"Anyone know how to join the Devouring Sky Club? I want in."
"Are the people chasing Chen Feng from the Martial Arts Guild?"
"A hundred top-tier martial artists couldn’t catch him—impressive!"
Meanwhile, in a villa in Jiangcheng,
Su Yan also received a call from the Martial Arts Guild.
Since they couldn’t locate her in person, they had to resort to a phone call.
"We’ve heard you’re also a disciple of Chen Feng."
Su Yan replied, "That’s correct."
"We’d like you to come to the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Guild to assist in our investigation."
Su Yan chuckled.
"Sorry, I don’t have time for your little games."
Click.
She hung up.
On the other end,
the guild officer frowned at Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei.
"Your junior sister isn’t cooperating. We hope you can persuade her."
Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei were helpless.
They didn’t have Su Yan’s phone number or her social media contacts.
The only option was to tag her in their "Master-Disciple Love" group chat.
Jin Youxi: [Su Yan, Master’s been framed. Come help us prove his innocence!]
Liu Weiwei: [You should come quickly, or the guild might misunderstand.]
Su Yan smirked as she read the messages.
She found the two of them amusingly naive.
She had also watched the video of Chen Feng.
From the figures and voices in the footage, she had identified Wei Xu.
She had even counted the number of pursuers—
at least a hundred top-tier martial artists.
Su Yan didn’t believe Chen Feng could survive.
The realization left her inexplicably unsettled.
Finally, she typed two lines in the group before exiting.
Su Yan: [The ones chasing Chen Feng are from the Wei family.]
Su Yan: [If he dies, don’t forget to avenge him.]
System Notification: Su Yan has left the group chat.
Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei stared blankly at the notification.
Nearby, a guild officer pressed further,
"What else do you know about this junior sister of yours?"
Another officer immediately relayed the update to Yang Honghui,
who was still stationed at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, overseeing the border.
After receiving the report, Yang Honghui fell into deep thought.
He, too, had seen the now-viral video.
Honestly, Yang Honghui doubted Chen Feng was part of the Devouring Sky Club.
But the final scene—
where the burly man was instantly drained into a withered husk—
left little room for interpretation.
If it wasn’t the Devouring Stars Technique, what else could achieve such an effect?
Even if it wasn’t, any skill that siphoned another’s blood energy
was condemned by the Martial Arts Guild.
After years of battling the Devouring Sky Club,
the guild knew the signature traits of the Devouring Stars Technique all too well.
Yang Honghui instructed his deputy over the phone,
"Test their blood energy for signs of rejection."
"If there’s no issue, release them."
"The national martial apprentice tournament is about to begin—Liu Weiwei is representing our province."
"As for Su Yan… highly suspicious. Identifying the Wei family at a glance? She’s no ordinary person."
After hanging up,
Yang Honghui pondered the pursuers.
Clearly, there were two groups.
The first five were eliminated before they could act.
The second wave? Undoubtedly a major clan’s doing.
Mobilizing a hundred elite martial artists at once—
only the guild or the great clans had such resources.
Something didn’t add up.
And what a waste of Chen Feng’s unparalleled talent.
Regret gnawed at him.
Perhaps he shouldn’t have advised Chen Feng to join the Kunlun expedition.
Yet, the thought of that blood-draining technique made him grimace again.
As soon as Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei stepped out of the guild,
they were swarmed by reporters.
"Have you learned the Devouring Stars Technique?"
"Is your master a high-ranking member of the Devouring Sky Club?"
"What’s the maximum range of the technique?"
"Do you know who’s hunting your master?"
Overwhelmed, the two had no answers.
They didn’t even know if their master’s final move was the forbidden technique.
Jin Youxi, her eyes red, could only sob at the reporters,
"My master isn’t a bad person!"
"He’s been wronged!"
"Why is everyone slandering him?"
Tears streamed down her face.
Her mind was in chaos.
Her master was being hunted by a hundred elites—his fate unknown.
She couldn’t bear to imagine it.
What if he never returned?
What would she do without his radiant smile,
without the warmth of his embrace?
What was the point of living then?
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
