Chapter 311: Chapter Eight: Master and Disciple

A villa within the capital of Chu.

Emperor Chu leisurely flipped through an ancient text; his status on the Origin Continent was now utterly transcendent, free from worry or care, with no one daring to provoke him. Even the duties expected of an Emperor had been waived by the Ancestor. Emperor Chu now devoted himself entirely to comprehending the Ultimate Dao.

“Hmm?” Emperor Chu looked up in surprise as a man in black robes and black hair appeared above the courtyard, then descended.

“Luo Feng.” Emperor Chu rose with a smile. “What brings you here?”

He knew well that his disciple’s focus lay far beyond the Source World. The Ancestors of both nations, Emperor Qing—they too rarely appeared on the Origin Continent.

“Master.” Luo Feng smiled. “I’ve been to the Nine Rivers Sacred Realm. I’ve gathered enough now to bring you some cultivation treasures.”

“You still think of me…” Emperor Chu grinned broadly, deeply pleased.

Luo Feng waved his hand, and numerous auxiliary cultivation treasures appeared beside him, each stored with meticulous care. The faint aura radiating from the rare treasures of the Nine Rivers Sacred Realm made Emperor Chu feel dizzy—dizzy, yet his thoughts surged faster, insights rising like sparks.

“These are the ninety-two most suitable rare treasures I collected in the Nine Rivers Sacred Realm, tailored to your life-tier. Try each one—see which suits you best.” Luo Feng said. “I’ll transmit the usage methods for these treasures to you.”

Emperor Chu received the transmission.

Of the ninety-two auxiliary treasures, even as Emperor of Yanfeng Ancient Nation, Emperor Chu had only heard the names of three—and none were affordable enough for him to exchange for.

“Master cultivates the Path of Destruction. In the Nine Rivers Sacred Realm, I sought out multiple transmissions of the Destruction Dao.” Luo Feng said. “Transmissions below Divine Emperor level are cheap. I bought over a hundred copies. Use them as reference.”

“Hmm.” Emperor Chu listened.

“And this!” Luo Feng flipped his hand, producing a book. “This is my personal commentary on the Destruction Dao. Master, read it carefully.”

What Emperor Chu needed most now was to comprehend the Ultimate Destruction Dao.

Luo Feng’s “Destruction Dao” did not exceed the realm of Divine King Ultimate. But having witnessed countless combinations of life and destruction that broke free from their constraints, his understanding of destruction had grown profoundly clear.

Returning to write the “Destruction Dao,” he naturally produced something extraordinary.

Luo Feng also planned to give Mo Luo Sa a version of the “Destruction Dao” up to Divine Emperor early stage. Though Mo Luo Sa had reached Ultimate through mere feasting and drinking, his chance of breaking into Divine Emperor was negligible. Still, he deserved some support—perhaps a miracle might yet occur.

“How much Primordial Crystal did you spend on all these treasures?” Emperor Chu asked, gazing at the array of gifts scattered around.

“Not much, not much.” Luo Feng didn’t elaborate—just a million Primordial Crystal! To him now, it was negligible.

Emperor Chu held the book written by Luo Feng’s own hand.

“Of the ninety-two auxiliary treasures you gave me, I’ve only heard of three. I can guess—they must have cost a fortune.” Emperor Chu sighed. “And this book—you wrote it yourself. It must have taken you a long time.”

“Luo Feng.”

Emperor Chu looked at Luo Feng. “You’ve only been in the Source World for a thousand cycles. There’s no need to worry about me! Your focus should be entirely on your own cultivation. Though I’ve never left the Origin Continent, I know well—beyond it, danger lurks everywhere, survival is brutal.”

“Those who venture beyond the Source World must fight for themselves—competing against countless powerful beings across myriad worlds. I live in peace here on the Origin Continent. You’re the one in extreme peril.”

Emperor Jun and the others knew well the terror beyond the Source World.

“Your cultivation matters most. Wait until you’ve firmly secured your footing before you think of caring for me.” Emperor Chu looked at the gifts, reluctant to accept them. “Take these treasures back. Exchange them for Primordial Crystal.”

“No need.”

Luo Feng quickly said, “Master, don’t worry. I went to the Nine Rivers Sacred Realm—it’s relatively safe, far less dangerous than the Dark Sacred Realm. I’m already among the top tier there; few are stronger than me.”

“Don’t deceive your master!”

Emperor Chu shook his head. “All my imperial clan’s Emperor Jun will eventually venture beyond the Source World. I have some understanding of it. I know the Thirty-Five Cities of the Nine Rivers Sacred Realm. Even the Ancestor admitted—he dares not claim to be the strongest there. Many are stronger than him!”

Luo Feng thought for a moment.

In Yulan City alone, there were at least dozens stronger than the Ancestors of both nations.

Across the Thirty-Five Cities of the Nine Rivers Sacred Realm, there must be over a thousand stronger than the Ancestors of both nations!

“There are indeed many in the Nine Rivers Sacred Realm stronger than the Ancestors of both nations.” Luo Feng looked at his master. “But few are stronger than me.”

“Hmm?” Emperor Chu stared at Luo Feng. “You mean you’re stronger than the Ancestors of both nations?”

“Yes. I’m one level above them.” Luo Feng didn’t hide it from his master.

“One level above?” Emperor Chu was stunned.

One level?

“I just broke through.” Luo Feng smiled. “You’re the first person besides me who knows.”

A storm of shock surged within Emperor Chu!

How long had the Ancestors of both nations cultivated? Through countless cycles of the Origin Continent? They’d even braved the Dark Sacred Realm.

And his disciple, Luo Feng—how long had he been in the Nine Rivers Sacred Realm? Just over a thousand cycles—and he was already one level above the Ancestors of both nations? Unthinkable!

“Master, can you accept these gifts now?” Luo Feng asked.

“I’ll accept them. I’ll accept them.” Emperor Chu, still stunned, quickly recovered and warned, “The more brilliant your talent, the more you must stay grounded!”

“Don’t worry, Master.” Luo Feng said.

“Sit down quickly.”

Emperor Chu waved his hand, gathering the gifts, then said, “Tell me everything about the Nine Rivers Sacred Realm. My knowledge comes only from imperial archives. Even Emperor Qing refuses to tell me details.”

“Yes, Master. I’ll tell you everything.” Luo Feng sat down, poured wine for his master, poured some for himself, and began chatting with him.

…

After much conversation, Luo Feng took his leave.

Emperor Chu remained in the courtyard, deeply moved.

“When I took Luo Feng as my disciple, I thought to nurture him well. When I saw his talent, I hoped he might one day accompany me beyond the Source World.” Emperor Chu thought. “I never imagined he’d already surpass the Ancestors of both nations by one level.”

“My disciple…”

Emperor Chu didn’t know what to say.

His disciple’s talent was extraordinary—soaring beyond all bounds!

Even the trio of Emperor Yan, Emperor Xi, and Emperor Wu—because they dared to block his path—ended with two dead and one fleeing. Emperor Xi and Emperor Wu were slain by the Yanfeng Ancestor himself.

“The Ancestor truly sees farther than I do.” Emperor Chu sighed. “I wonder how far my disciple will go.”

Luo Feng also visited Master Zuo Shan Ke.

Master Zuo Shan Ke was far weaker than Emperor Chu. Though Luo Feng prepared gifts carefully, he spent only a little over a hundred thousand Primordial Crystal. Too valuable or potent treasures would overwhelm Zuo Shan Ke’s body.

“Master, these are texts I acquired in the Nine Rivers Sacred Realm—all suited to your ‘World Line.’ There are also dozens of texts on artifact forging.” Luo Feng presented them all to his master.

In the Nine Rivers Sacred Realm, texts below Divine Emperor level were extremely cheap.

In Yulan City alone, hundreds of millions of cultivators—all at least Ultimate-tier lifeforms—often sold their texts for just one or two hundred Primordial Crystal, perfectly satisfied.

“Good, good.” Master Zuo Shan Ke smiled and nodded at the gifts.

Luo Feng’s feelings for Master Zuo Shan Ke ran far deeper than for Master Emperor Chu.

Without Master Zuo Shan Ke, there would be no Earthling race.

The Star Tower, the Nine Tribulations Secret Scripture, the Lie Yuan Technique—all these were gifts from his master. Luo Feng had always been deeply grateful.

“Luo Feng, you know my talent and comprehension. Even now, I’ve not reached Divine King Second Layer in Dao insight.” Master Zuo Shan Ke smiled. “You needn’t spend so much on me.”

“To have avenged my great enemy and now enjoy peace—that’s more than enough for me.” Master Zuo Shan Ke said.

Luo Feng sensed his master’s utter lack of desire.

Knowing his master’s past, Luo Feng understood: his dearest family and friends had died long ago.

For countless eons after, his master had lived only for revenge.

With Luo Feng’s help, revenge was achieved. His master’s vow was fulfilled.

Cultivation?

His master himself had little drive.

“Master, study these transmissions when you have time—just to pass the hours.” Luo Feng said.

“Alright. I’ll slowly study your gifts.” Master Zuo Shan Ke smiled. “Perhaps I’ll even advance further—to Divine King Second Layer.”

Luo Feng chatted with Master Zuo Shan Ke for only a short while before taking his leave.

He sensed his master’s interest in conversation had ended.

“Time… space…”

Master Zuo Shan Ke sat still, a mirror appearing before him, showing a scene of a woman teaching a young boy.

“In the Original Universe, spatial-temporal suppression is weaker. Time and space can be slightly reversed, reviving the weak. But on the Origin Continent, time and space are too thick—impossible to reverse, impossible to revive the dead.” Master Zuo Shan Ke sighed.

“Sister…”

Master Zuo Shan Ke gazed at the woman in the mirror—his own memories etched into this artifact.

This mirror artifact contained countless memories of him and his sister, as well as fragments of memories with his fellow disciples and friends.

Whenever idle, he would gaze upon this mirror.

“How I wish to return to the past.” Master Zuo Shan Ke closed his eyes. “Even if only for a moment—then death would be worth it.”

…

Luo Feng delivered gifts to each of his masters. He sensed each one was delighted—except Master Zuo Shan Ke, who, though smiling, showed no true interest in these material things.

“My master’s regret—I cannot fix it now.” Luo Feng, too, was powerless.

After delivering the gifts, Luo Feng returned to a quiet life.

In Yulan City, the Hive Lord did not trouble him; the Alchemy Pavilion’s business flourished.

Luo Feng had no plans to hunt for now. He was feverishly studying each Primordial Bloodline. Each time he “completed” one mentally and compared it to the “perfect answer,” he gained much.

Peaceful days flowed like water, and before he knew it, another thousand cycles had passed.

(End of Chapter)