Chapter 242: Taking the Initiative
The two Jade Dragon Snakes' scales turned pure emerald, gleaming vividly as they hovered in the cyan space and began devouring vast waves of pure energy.
Their mouths were small, yet each inhalation consumed entire surges of spirit energy, gulp after gulp.
The feedback energy from the Danchu was perfectly suited for serpent-type soul beasts, relaxing their bodies and accelerating their growth with astonishing speed.
Now, with the external flow of purified wind-element energy joining in harmony, the effect multiplied exponentially.
Their cultivation years soared madly.
Twenty-eight thousand…
Thirty thousand…
Thirty-two thousand…
Thirty-four thousand…
Thirty-five thousand…
Forty thousand!
Only after surpassing forty thousand did their growth begin to slow—but they continued to advance steadily by hundreds of years at a time.
The two Jade Dragon Snakes hissed sharply as their bodies elongated, their aura swelling with a wild, ancient ferocity.
Their entire temperament changed.
Dugu Feng instantly realized what was happening—
they had awakened a deeper bloodline within themselves, a powerful ancestral resonance pulsing through their veins.
That vast, primordial energy meant their heritage had ascended once again.
He smiled with satisfaction. This was exactly what he had hoped for.
At this rate, cultivating here within the Wind God's inheritance space, they were sure to reach fifty thousand years soon.
Once they did, their strength would be comparable to legendary soul beasts—able to stand toe to toe with even the Titan Giant Ape or the Azure Bull Python.
Their hidden potential was already frightening, and Dugu Feng noticed something even more remarkable: the nature of their venom was beginning to evolve.
It showed signs of transforming into corrosive poison.
His fourth spirit ring's skill, Icefire Venom Corrosion, had immense penetrating and melting power—nearly immune to defense.
If the Jade Dragon Snakes' toxins completed this evolution, their attacks might even surpass his own.
Their offensive capability would skyrocket.
If he'd possessed such poison during his battle against Yu Yuanzhen, that fight would have ended much faster.
The combination of supreme speed and unstoppable toxin would make even the strongest enemies helpless.
After observing their progress for a while, Dugu Feng turned his focus inward, resuming his cultivation.
The Danchu's greatest strength lay not merely in power but in quality—every evolution brought subtle, profound changes.
This time, he realized something new: the Danchu seemed alive.
It now pulsed like a beating heart, rhythmically inhaling and exhaling his soul power and toxins.
With every cycle, his internal energy and venom grew purer and denser.
"It looks like after this evolution, the Danchu's main role is to refine my cultivation itself.
Before, it only strengthened my body. Now… it has developed true sentience."
He calmly traced the sensations spreading through his body, developing an even clearer path for his future training.
Gradually, he lost himself in the rhythm of cultivation.
In this cyan realm, time held no meaning.
He immersed himself entirely in the ecstasy of ever-growing strength.
Months passed unnoticed. When his spirit power reached level fifty-eight, a resounding quake snapped him from his meditative trance.
He opened his eyes sharply, and Ning Rongrong—awakened by the tremor—hurried to his side.
"Brother Feng, what's happening?"
He looked toward the glowing cyan barrier.
The tremors were coming from there—the space where Feng Xiaotian had entered.
It must be related to his divine trial.
Moments later, under their watchful eyes, Feng Xiaotian burst out from within the barrier.
"Brother Dugu! A miracle—an incredible miracle! The Wind God's inheritance!
Without you, none of this would have been possible for me!"
He rushed forward excitedly, almost trembling.
"What inheritance? Tell us everything—you've been in there for over half a year!" Ning Rongrong urged eagerly.
Inside, time had flown for all of them.
"There was a temple within the barrier—the Wind God's Shrine," Feng Xiaotian explained quickly.
"It was controlled by the Wind God's divine will. He gave me a test: to master a wind ability strong enough to earn his approval within one year.
Inside, the energy itself sharpened my perceptions—it allowed me to comprehend faster. A few days ago, I finally created a technique that satisfied the Wind God's will. I've completed the first trial!
I had to come out right away to tell you!"
He didn't hide anything.
Ning Rongrong's eyes sparkled with envy, while Dugu Feng only nodded, unsurprised.
"Opportunities like this are rare—cherish it," Dugu Feng said earnestly.
"Don't worry, brother, I'll give everything I have," Feng Xiaotian replied seriously.
"If you leave before I'm done, please tell the Godwind Academy what happened—
and… if you meet Huo Wu…"
He frowned in frustration. "If she comes to the canyon looking for me and can't find me, she'll be furious!"
Though blessed with divine selection, he hadn't forgotten his love.
"The Wind God's will said I can't leave this place until I complete four trials.
Please… make sure Huo Wu waits for me."
He clasped Dugu Feng's shoulders, desperate for assurance.
Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes. "You have a divine inheritance, and you're still worried about girls?"
After chatting for some time, Feng Xiaotian returned to the cyan barrier, vanishing into the Wind God's realm once more.
"Brother Feng, should we leave too?" Ning Rongrong asked softly.
She had already reached level fifty-four during her training here. Any further progress would slow—better to return to the world and continue through battle.
"It's time," Dugu Feng agreed. "There's something I need to do."
His gaze deepened as he sensed through his Danchu once again.
Hu Liena was still in the City of Slaughter—which meant Bibi Dong was likely visiting often to monitor her.
By his estimation, Tang San's waterfall cultivation should be ending soon,
and Tang Hao's next move would probably be to send him into the City of Slaughter.
Dugu Feng knew the moment had come to act.
It was time to go on the offensive—he wouldn't sit back and wait for Bibi Dong's Soul Hunt Operation to begin.
Though the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's relocation to Heaven Dou City had granted their faction safety, nothing was ever absolute.
Now that his Jade Dragon Snakes had reached fifty thousand years, his strength was enough to influence the board directly.
Rising to his feet, he took Ning Rongrong's hand and left the cyan realm.
Retracing their path through the tunnel they had carved, they resurfaced atop the mountain overlooking the Hurricane Canyon.
"Come on," he said, eyes sweeping the horizon. "Let's find a city to rest for a few days."
Together, like streaks of light, they raced southward across the sky.
Meanwhile, in the City of Slaughter—
Thunderous cheers shook the streets of the killing arena.
"Hell Emissary!"
"Hell Emissary!"
The chant grew like a storm, echoing through the abyss.
Hu Liena had triumphed again. The City of Slaughter was on the verge of birthing another Killing God.
Inside a vast, shadowy chamber, the King of Slaughter sat upon his immense throne.
Before him stood Xiong Ba and a seductive woman, bowing respectfully.
"Great King of Slaughter," the woman said carefully, "the Hell Emissary has achieved ninety-eight consecutive victories.
Soon, she will become the next Killing God."
Her tone was laden with suggestion.
Everyone in the City of Slaughter knew the truth—
each time a new Killing God was born, the city itself suffered unimaginable losses.
And now, with only two matches remaining, this was their final chance to decide—
whether Hu Liena would live or die.
(END CHAPTER)
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