Free Web NovelChapter 561: Chapter 339: Bloodline Limit?
He was just curious why Liu Chenyu, the True Disciple they revered as a pillar of support, would want him to become her Dao Companion.
"Senior Sister Yan, do you wish to spar with me?" Zou Feng asked, taking the opportunity.
Yan Lingshuang said impatiently, "Stop wasting my time. Are you going to fight or not?"
"I would be honored to spar with Senior Sister Yan. Please, after you!"
Seeing this, Zou Feng decided to stop wasting words. Whatever Yan Lingshuang’s true purpose was, he would fight first and figure it out later.
’I just hope she isn’t as disappointing as Lu Guanghua.’
Besides, since Yan Lingshuang was the one who had challenged him, it meant he wouldn’t have to spend any Immortal Fate on a challenge fee.
The higher-ranked party was often unwilling to casually accept challenges from those ranked lower.
There was no benefit to winning, but a loss would be devastating.
Thus, if high-ranking disciples really wanted a fight, they were better off challenging the Mind Bodies.
If they absolutely had to spar with someone of a lower rank, they would do as Chen Ang had done and charge an exorbitant fee first.
However, even though she hadn’t charged a fee, Yan Lingshuang was not pleased when she saw Zou Feng walking toward a standard light portal.
"Choose one of the portals in the back!" Yan Lingshuang commanded with a flick of her sleeve.
’Is she looking down on me for picking a cheap room?’
In Zou Feng’s opinion, it was just a friendly spar, not a life-or-death battle. Why was it necessary to pick one of those flashy, over-the-top Alternate Spaces?
It was just like getting a hotel room; a big bed and a shower were all you really needed.
Who needed a river-view suite, an ocean-view suite, or a bigger room? Were any of those necessary when it was time to get down to business?
’Just a waste of money.’
But since he had saved on the exorbitant challenge fee, Zou Feng didn’t argue the point with her. He immediately walked toward a light portal that led to an advanced Alternate Space.
Just as he was about to be the first to enter, Yan Lingshuang made another demand. "Choose the Sea of Flowers Under the Moon!"
Zou Feng shrugged helplessly. ’An upgraded room isn’t enough, now she wants a fantasy suite.’
’Does this woman even realize we’re here to fight?’
’Romance among the flowers under the moon... that’s for the bridal chamber.’
After stepping through the portal again into the void, Zou Feng selected the Sea of Flowers Under the Moon at the Artifact Spirit’s prompt.
’The price really is insane. One hundred points of Immortal Fate for just half an hour...’
After Zou Feng and Yan Lingshuang entered the light portal, one after the other, a large crowd of disciples naturally gathered outside to watch the show.
Chen Ang was among them.
In the eyes of many, including Chen Ang, Zou Feng was being unbelievably arrogant.
It was true that he had defeated Chen Ang, a prodigy in the top one hundred of the Sky-Ascension Rankings. But Chen Ang was merely a gatekeeper for the top one hundred. The gap between him and someone like Yan Lingshuang, who was ranked in the top fifty, was immense.
Yet here was Zou Feng, essentially skipping dozens of ranks to challenge her.
’It seems this guy has no idea what a gap of several dozen ranks means within the top one hundred of the Sky-Ascension Rankings...’
Chen Ang knew that if he were to face Yan Lingshuang, he wouldn’t be able to land a single blow.
At this thought, he couldn’t help but sneer, ready to enjoy the sight of Zou Feng being beaten into submission and emerging from the portal, humiliated and dejected.
Of course, he was far from the only disciple in the crowd who thought this way.
「Alternate Space, the Sea of Flowers Under the Moon.」
Zou Feng stared at Yan Lingshuang, speechless. He found that the woman had actually begun to admire the flowers.
’No, wait. She’s admiring her own reflection, lost in the narcissistic belief that her beauty surpasses the flowers.’
’But I have to admit, this whole "Moonlit Beauty" scene is actually quite picturesque.’
’Looking at Yan Lingshuang’s flawless, exquisite face, I can’t help but wonder... if I landed a solid palm strike on that face, she’d probably cry for a long time, right?’
"Senior Sister Yan, can we start now?" Zou Feng had no time for appreciating a Moonlit Beauty.
’He never had an artistic bone in his body. If he had to do something under the moon, he’d be more inclined to screw someone than admire the scenery.’
Yan Lingshuang gave a faint smile, a sight even more beautiful than the flowers in full bloom.
"Do you realize you’ve missed out on a tremendous opportunity?" she asked, still in no hurry to make a move.
"Opportunity?"
"That’s right. Becoming one of Senior Sister Liu’s Dao Companions is a blessing one couldn’t hope to earn in several lifetimes, and you actually refused?" Yan Lingshuang stared at Zou Feng with a look of complete disbelief. "Do you truly not understand the situation? Did you fall for the rumors outside? Or is there something wrong with your head?"
Her words made Zou Feng laugh. "A blessing one couldn’t hope to earn in several lifetimes?"
"Wait a second. Surely you’re aware that many people have received this ’blessing,’ Senior Sister Yan? Senior Sister Liu has, at minimum, several thousand Dao Companions, doesn’t she?"
In response to his question, Yan Lingshuang simply shook her head with a speechless expression.
"You really don’t understand. Those men are merely Senior Sister Liu’s concubines and servants!"
"Her true Dao Companions number only eight, and every single one of them is a prodigy among prodigies!"
"If you had agreed, you would have been the ninth. That is a number of supreme significance. The benefits you would have gained are immeasurable..."
’Ugh, so it’s one of those "gather a specific number of people" tropes. I know this one. It’s the Immortal Cultivation version of raising a Human Gu, isn’t it?’
"Senior Sister Yan, there’s no need to persuade me further. Just assume I’m not worthy of such a blessing. Let’s begin the spar!"
Seeing that Zou Feng was completely deaf to her persuasion, Yan Lingshuang’s expression twisted into a cold sneer.
"Did you really think I came here to spar with you?"
"As if you’re worthy."
As she spoke, Yan Lingshuang slowly removed the eyepatch covering her left eye.
Zou Feng focused his gaze and saw that Yan Lingshuang wasn’t one-eyed after all; rather, there was something abnormal about her left eye.
Her entire left eye was blood-red. It looked terrifying, and he could also sense an extremely profound power contained within it.
Seeing the surprise on Zou Feng’s face, Yan Lingshuang knew he was unaware of her eye’s power.
"I am a descendant of the Ancient Strange People. This Nether Blood-Eye can only be awakened by the most favored descendants of my people."
"Because I cannot yet fully control the Nether Blood-Eye’s terrifying power, I normally wear an eyepatch to suppress this force that even I myself fear!"
"You should consider yourself lucky that the Artifact Spirit of the Battle Saint Palace will protect you from death. But after today, you’re guaranteed to have nightmares every night..."
Her speech left Zou Feng momentarily stunned.
’So we’re doing the whole bloodline limit thing now, huh?’
’All this talk of "awakening" an eye... Damn, so even Immortal Cultivation has its own version of eugenics.’
’Still, I’ve never heard of these Ancient Strange People before.’
’She’s talking a big game. We’ll see just how capable these Ancient Strange People are, and how powerful this Nether Blood-Eye really is, once we fight!’
Yan Lingshuang’s explanation was, in reality, nothing but showing off.
Revealing this eye at the very beginning was the same as using an ultimate ability right off the bat.
She clearly intended to end this meaningless fight quickly and with overwhelming force.
No, as she herself had just said, this wasn’t a spar. She was simply here to teach Zou Feng a lesson because she was furious that he had rejected the idol she adored.
Although she couldn’t truly harm Zou Feng in the Battle Saint Palace, she wanted to at least leave this arrogant, reckless fool with significant psychological trauma.
The next moment, not daring to underestimate Yan Lingshuang’s Nether Blood-Eye, Zou Feng went all out, unleashing six Evil King Flame Evil Qi Poison Dragon Waves at once!
That’s right. The five Evil Qi poison dragons he had unleashed against Chen Ang were not his current limit.
At his current level of strength, unleashing six poison dragons at once was no problem at all.
Furthermore, when using the poison dragons to bolster himself, he could withstand the Three Dragons Power without any pressure.
Bolstered by the Three Dragons Power, unleashing the Evil King’s Hell-Suppression Kill would naturally not be as strenuous as it was when he fought Lu Guanghua’s Outer Body Incarnation...
Six poison dragons rampaged as a gigantic, blood-red pupil appeared in the sky, staring fixedly down at Zou Feng.
This was clearly Yan Lingshuang unleashing her power as well.
Feeling the overwhelming, intangible pressure from the blood-red eye, Zou Feng felt as if the very blood in his veins had gained Spiritual Wisdom and was trying to tear itself from his body.
’So powerful!’
Yet, as surprised as Zou Feng was, his will to fight only burned hotter.
’Finally, I can have a good, satisfying, all-out fight... Huh!?’
The thought of a satisfying battle had barely formed in his mind when Zou Feng suddenly noticed something about Yan Lingshuang, who was currently being bombarded by his six poison dragons. Her left eye... was shedding tears of blood?!
