The Sacred Ruins

Chapter 308: Standing Up For a Brother

Chapter 308: Standing Up For a Brother

Translator: Alsey Editor: Chrissy

Among the few young boys and girls, some of them were bashful and sincere, while others were lively, bold, and clever. They were indeed good seedlings. However, the human heart was the most difficult to see through. Chu Feng couldn’t judge hastily even though they were young.

"Come, I’ll teach you fist techniques."

Chu Feng bowed and extended his arms, his posture vigorous and elegant. The three beautiful girls were quite excited. Their little faces were pink and appeared somewhat shy.

This was the standard Xingyi Fist. This wasn’t from the white-robed Xu Qing’s ancient scroll but the one practiced by the Hollow Jade Temple. This technique was also one of the ancient styles.

Chu Feng didn’t disappoint them. He had indeed taught them a perfect stance and a fist technique that had been improved with insights from the secret manual.

"Mastering this Xingyi Fist will allow you to benefit for life," Chu Feng told them earnestly.

The young boys and girls practiced diligently. They were indeed clever children—their movements weren’t bad. Chu Feng saw disappointment within some of their eyes but they were concealed quite well.

He sighed lightly and didn’t say anything. As expected, they were hoping he would teach them his breathing technique.

He did have a few priceless breathing techniques. The Xingyi Breathing Technique, the Thunderous Breathing Technique—any one of them would cause huge tidal waves if revealed. Rivers of blood would form as people fought over them.

The completely breathing technique Yellow Ox had given him was even more valuable. It was a peerless and ultimate breathing technique even in the outer realms. Even the descending fairies and divine children would covet it. They might silence the practitioner or seize it for themselves.

Chu Feng would definitely not divulge this breathing technique. This was something Yellow Ox had passed on to him through anointment.

"Boss, this... you..."

Ouyang Qing, Du Huaijing, Ye Qingrou and the others also came. None of them could accept the news of Chu Feng’s misfortune. They believed Chu Feng would rise after the next upheaval and become the most powerful expert on the continent. How could something like this happen at such a critical juncture?

They had been dispatched by the Hollow Jade Temple to investigate the situation of various famed mountains and returned immediately with heavy hearts after hearing the news.

"You all go and practice on your own." The Clairvoyant Du Huaijing let the young boys and girls go to the drill grounds while they sat down to accompany Chu Feng.

"How did this happen?!" Ye Qingrou was beautiful with bright eyes and pearly teeth but now she appeared extremely solemn. She was biting on her red lips, unwilling to believe Chu Feng had really encountered a problem.

"It’s nothing. If worst comes to worst, I’ll just live an ordinary life. I’m already tired of the meaningless fighting and killing. The current life is simply too abnormal." Chu Feng was optimistic. He patted their shoulders to intentionally relieve the atmosphere. "I saved all the great demons and the peerless experts at Mount Longhu. Even if I can’t evolve and eventually regress, who would do anything to me?"

Their eyes flashed upon hearing Chu Feng’s words. They were frantic with worry and worried about Chu Feng but now it seemed, after some thought, that he could still protect himself.

Chu Feng had saved a group of fierce powerhouses during the battle of Mount Longhu. Whoever wanted to make a move on him needed to think twice.

"Here on out, I’ll feed horses, chop firewood, roam the famed mountains of the world and, of course, chase after girls!" Chu Feng laughed loudly, saying he would pursue a normal person’s life and be free of the scent of blood. He would no longer take part in those meaningless battles.

The others were speechless.

"Boss, how could you say your battles were meaningless?!" The Clairaudient Ouyang Qing retorted.

Ye Qingrou adjusted her naturally wavy locks. She glanced at him and whispered, "The human mind is prone to change. The ways of the world are like frost. Don’t be careless."

Chu Feng nodded to show he understood.

Everyone was disappointed, frustrated and felt it was a pity. They were unresigned and unable to accept Chu Feng’s fate.

In the end, they got up and left after telling him they would return every day.

Chu Feng laughed and said, "No need to treat me like an overly fragile person. I was living quite well even before I became a mutant. I was carefree, easygoing and even known as the goddess killer. Even if I lose the qualifications to be a mutant, I’ll still be living a carefree life."

Everyone glanced at each other. They left with doubtfully, unsure whether Chu Feng really was relieved.

Afterwards, Chu Feng met Xiong Kun, Hu Sheng, and the others. In truth, the young mutants had come to find Chu Feng several times but he didn’t meet them all this time.

"I’ve become the center of a whirlpool recently. It’s best you lot keep some distance from me and don’t visit me these days." Chu Feng talked with them briefly and had them leave.

"Brother Chu, I... I have a request."

Before long, someone from the Eight Visions Temple arrived. He was an impressive looking youth called Zhou Kun. It’s said that he was one of the two most powerful young experts being nurtured intensively.

"What could it be?" Chu Feng asked calmly.

"Brother Chu, if I may be so bold as to make this request. The Temple Master said that my spiritual power is strong and that I’m suited to control items with it. I might be able to undergo various spiritual power training. I hope to borrow your flying knife for training and try to excavate my potential." Zhou Kun revealed an embarrassed expression.

Controlling weapons with spiritual power will naturally increase one’s strength. However, such a weapon wasn’t easy to find. Only a few have emerged thus far.

Zhou Kun said he only wanted to practice for a bit and would return it very soon.

"That’s fine. Take it." Chu Feng lent him the scarlet flying knife.

That noon, another person came to visit him. It was a young man from the Hollow Jade Temple. It’s said that he was a distant relative of the Hollow Jade Temple Master. He came to Chu Feng and quite casually asked to borrow his purple gold lightning hammer.

"Has borrowing weapons become a trend these days? How come there’s another?" Chu Feng muttered. His voice wasn’t loud but it was definitely audible.

"Brother Chu, I’m only curious and want to see what a magic weapon looks like. Can it fire bolts of lightning on its own? In any case, you’ve even lent your flying knife to Zhou Kun. Please also lend me the purple gold lightning hammer for a few days."

"I refuse!" Chu Feng declined because this youth was simply too casual. Furthermore, he had no definite use for it.

The other party was somewhat angered but left without saying anything.

"Black boss, where are you all? Haven’t you arrived?" Chu Feng contacted the black yak.

He calculated the time and felt that they should’ve arrived by now.

Yellow Ox hadn’t set out and was waiting for the old llama to return because he needed to collect the blood with Buddhist intent. However, the black yak and Manchurian Tiger had already gone to visit Chu Feng.

"Damn, we were ambushed and almost died on the road. If not for the Buddhist staff, we would really have encountered danger. Now we’re hiding in an ice cave to recuperate. Don’t worry, we’ll come meet you soon!"

The call ended.

Chu Feng’s expression was solemn. He wanted to let go of everything but it seemed things were not so simple.

Feeding horses, cutting wood and freely roaming the mountains away from battles and killing—it was too much of an ideal that wasn’t quite possible to do. There were no pure lands in this world.

This was only the beginning but there were already people waiting to ambush the black yak and the others who had come to Shuntian to visit him. They were acting to cut off his reinforcements. This was simply too vicious.

"Roc King..." Chu Feng contacted the Golden-Winged Roc King of Mount Hua.

In short, he was furious. He wanted to mobilize his connections and avenge black yak and the others.

He could guess that the black yak’s group had suffered grievous injuries. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be delayed for so long.

"Senior Mountain Tortoise, I’d like your help in killing a few people!" Aftwards, Chu Feng contacted the sect master of Mount Kongtong for help.

Chu Feng contacted many experts in succession. These were all people he had saved from Mount Longhu who owed him a favor. Now he requested them to make an appearance to find who was it that wanted to kill his brothers and exterminate them.

Chu Feng’s acted rapidly and fiercely, requesting a whole group of experts to leave their mountains and magnify this commotion.

This wasn’t just to avenge his brothers but also to make a deliberate show of strength. Did they think he was a soft persimmon to be bullied?!

Before long, Chu Feng once again circulated Yellow Ox’s mysterious breathing technique to try and flush out the black material. That was because he was truly unresigned. It had only been a few days but some people were already unable to hold back and wanted to attack his brothers. They wanted to kill the black yak and the others—this was simply too excessive and unbearable!

"Eh?!" Under his rate, Chu Feng discovered that the black substance had turned silver after he circulated his breathing technique. The scene was quite bizarre.

He contacted Yellow Ox urgently and explained the changes to him, asking the latter what this meant.

"Silver white!? Impossible!" Yellow Ox was screamed loudly. He seemed quite shaken.