Chapter 42: One's Own Weakness

Behind Luo Feng, the wings of Shi Wu unfolded as he gazed upon the scene, standing atop a rolling river of blood; he had been preparing to unleash the Lie Yuan Technique, but seeing Mo Luo Sa’s gaping maw, he halted.

“Without the Lie Yuan Technique, I am indeed far weaker than Mo Luo Sa.” Luo Feng understood this clearly upon witnessing the scene.

I possess a Perfect Divine Body, and so does he, but his realm is vastly superior to mine—this single swallow... seems simple on the surface, yet its realm nearly approaches Chaos Level; even an assassin launching a surprise attack cannot escape.

Luo Feng knew well the assassin’s strength.

Under the suppression of Chaos, even his hands and wings wielding blade techniques could not touch the assassin.

Yet Mo Luo Sa opened his mouth and swallowed—and the assassin could not evade.

“Moreover, Mo Luo Sa’s Perfect Divine Body is even more resilient! The assassin’s blade pierced my Divine Body with one thrust, yet inside Mo Luo Sa’s mouth… not a single scratch.”

That single swallow revealed much to Luo Feng.

Mo Luo Sa, bearing the Origin of Destruction, grows stronger with every consumption; his understanding of the 'Origin of Destruction Dao' continuously deepens until he fully masters it. Even a genius like Luo Feng sensed the vast gap between them.

“Mo Luo Sa is a naturally born Perfect Lifeform; I am a cultivated one.”

“As a Jie Beast, he was born with the ‘Origin of Destruction,’ his life essence equal to the Primordial Universe. I am weaker—I must cultivate and comprehend step by step.”

“Of course, I am his master.”

Luo Feng smiled.

Mo Luo Sa took only two steps to reach Luo Feng’s side; seeing his master’s smile, he grew uneasy and hurriedly said, “Master, I did not defy your orders—I used only normal techniques.”

“I’m not blaming you,” Luo Feng chuckled.

When they first arrived on the Origin Continent, Luo Feng had strictly ordered that even if Mo Luo Sa died, he must never reveal his Jie Beast identity; exposure would draw the attention of the Origin Continent’s true horrors—and that would be the end.

Mo Luo Sa’s power was normal divine force, his techniques entirely ordinary. Luo Feng had no reason to blame him.

“Is the assassin dead?” Luo Feng asked.

“Swallowed him into my body—he’s dead,” Mo Luo Sa nodded.

With the same Perfect Divine Body, Mo Luo Sa utilized it far more perfectly, unleashing far more terrifying power.

“He carried a Causal Transmission Talisman—could he have transmitted my strength before dying?” Mo Luo Sa suddenly grew worried.

“You’re an extremely powerful Eternal True God?” Luo Feng shook his head. “Don’t worry—even if exposed, it’s no big deal.”

Extremely powerful Eternal True Gods aren’t rare; every major city has several, and the total number across the Origin Continent is immense. Even if outsiders learned that master and servant were both extremely powerful Eternal True Gods, it would be a trivial matter.

“I acted too quickly—he was focused solely on survival, struggling desperately. The instant I swallowed him, he died. He had no time to send a message,” Mo Luo Sa said. “Here are all his remaining items, including the Cosmic Sand.”

Mo Luo Sa waved his hand, and a pile of items appeared beside him, including the Jie Sword just now.

He had acted on impulse, unable to resist. Worried his master might scold him, he dared not keep a single item as spoils.

“If you need anything while following me, tell me,” Luo Feng said without refusal, taking all the treasures. After all, Mo Luo Sa naturally grew stronger on his own—he could afford to be poor; Luo Feng himself was the one who needed resources most.

Only when he was strong enough could he protect this Jie Beast on the Origin Continent in the future.

“I’ll retreat into seclusion now—I need to digest it,” Mo Luo Sa said.

“Mm.” Luo Feng gestured, drawing Mo Luo Sa into the Star Tower.

Within the first layer of the Star Tower.

Mo Luo Sa gazed at the corpses of Qian Yu Chong, the commander, and Mei Wu Qi, two Eternal True Gods, lying before him, and smiled: “Master truly cares for me—he deliberately preserved these corpses after killing these Eternal True Gods.”

Had Luo Feng not deliberately preserved them, their bodies would have long since turned to ash.

…

Luo Feng still maintained his Small Universe domain enveloping the entire cave dwelling. He glanced at the damaged cave and immediately altered the scene within his Small Universe domain—mountains, rocks, and soil coalesced, beginning to repair the dwelling.

“Qing Yan, you may come out,” Luo Feng called.

As a True God, Qing Yan had hidden inside the small pavilion, trembling in fear; even a stray ripple from the battle would have killed him.

Thus, when Luo Feng activated his Small Universe domain, he deliberately shielded Mo Yu Qing Yan! Of course, Mo Yu Qing Yan had seen none of the later battle.

Under the concealment of the Small Universe domain, if Luo Feng did not want him to see, he could not see.

“Master,” Mo Yu Qing Yan emerged from the pavilion, scanning his surroundings, and asked urgently, “Master, where is Luo Sashen?”

During this time, his master had not guided him—but Luo Sashen had often instructed him, and Mo Yu Qing Yan was deeply grateful. Now that he could not see Luo Sashen, he feared… had Luo Sashen been caught in the crossfire and died?

“Don’t worry—he’s in seclusion,” Luo Feng said. “The battle is over. Don’t overthink it. Focus on your cultivation.”

With that, Luo Feng flew toward the pavilion atop the high mountain.

“Yes, Master,” Mo Yu Qing Yan replied respectfully. His mind was indeed unsettled—his recent experiences had been too harrowing.

Yan Feng Hall.

The gray mist figure and the Yan Feng Hall Master sat facing each other; both suspected that upon Luo Feng’s emergence from seclusion, the long-awaited Ying Cang would act.

“Results are in,” the gray mist figure said, studying the message before him. “Ying Cang is dead. He was famed for his survival ability—yet this assassination attempt on Luohe not only failed, but cost him his life.”

“Uncle, you’re certain Ying Cang is dead?” The Yan Feng Hall Master was startled.

Even with his Infinite Divine Body, he dared not claim he could utterly kill Ying Cang.

Defeating him was easy; killing him was hard.

“His causal thread has completely vanished. Through the Causal Transmission Talisman, we can pinpoint his location—he died inside Luohe Shenjun’s cave dwelling,” the gray mist figure said.

This was precisely why Luo Feng never used Causal Transmission Talismans—powerful factions could use them to lock onto a target’s location.

Without them, even great factions could only deduce vague causal traces—determining whether the causal thread existed or not, but unable to pinpoint the location.

“Causal thread vanished—and death occurred inside Luohe’s cave dwelling,” the Yan Feng Hall Master nodded. “Luohe Shenjun is unfathomable!”

Even he—a scion of the Di Chu line of Yan Feng Ancient Nation, possessing an Infinite Divine Body, with profound Eternal True God accumulation and the most elite Origin Continent lineages—now felt wary of Luo Feng.

“Luohe Shenjun either possesses extremely high realm, or wields an extraordinarily lethal technique,” the gray mist figure also speculated.

Luo Feng sat alone in the pavilion atop the high mountain, sipping wine.

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Sipping wine, he reflected on the battle.

“The assassin’s strength and Mo Luo Sa’s strength both prove one thing… my realm is weak,” Luo Feng mused.

Divine Body, Will, Realm—three aspects.

My Divine Body is a Perfect Divine Body—undoubtedly powerful. This is my absolute advantage, so I willingly expend vast resources refining my body to amplify this edge.

Will—peak Chaotic Lord level! Luo Feng had never slackened; he spent most of his time cultivating the heart-sealing methods within the Lie Yuan Technique.

Realm—relatively weak. Realm is the most crucial of the three. To enter the Chaotic Lord realm, to reach the God-King level, one must elevate one’s realm to a sufficiently high tier.

“After resolving these recent trivial matters, I must calm my mind and focus entirely on comprehending the Chaotic Laws,” Luo Feng thought. “But those five families won’t easily let this go.”

“Hm?”

Having just endured a great battle, Luo Feng was on high alert—he sensed an aura approaching the cave entrance. Upon closer inspection, he saw Mo Li Meng retracting his flying vessel and landing before the cave gate.

“Luohe Brother, I’m standing at your cave’s main gate,” Mo Li Meng sent a courteous message.

The main gate opened, the formation revealing a passage.

Mo Li Meng flew inside and immediately noticed changes in the cave’s terrain—some old structures gone, several new ones built.

Huh.

Mo Li Meng flew to the summit of the mountain and saw Luo Feng seated, drinking wine.

“Luohe Brother,” Mo Li Meng smiled.

“I just finished a great battle and repaired this cave,” Luo Feng sat atop the mountain, eyeing Mo Li Meng with suspicion. “I offended your five families at Meng Hua Pavilion, and upon returning here, I was immediately assassinated. Was the assassin sent by your five families?”

He did not yet know why the assassin came or who he was.

“No—it wasn’t us five families,” Mo Li Meng said urgently. “The City Lord’s Office detected an extremely powerful energy surge from your cave—stronger than when you killed the Blood Serpent Guild Master. The five families feared misunderstanding, so they sent me to explain.”

“Explain?” Luo Feng drank his wine, letting Mo Li Meng stand there. “Then explain this: why did the assassin arrive so quickly, and why was he so powerful? If not you, then who sent him?”

Mo Li Meng said, “We five families know your strength well. Within Hu Yang City, no one dares hire a master capable of confronting you.”

Luo Feng listened.

“In my view, it may be an old enemy of yours—or perhaps a foreign powerhouse drawn by the Blood Serpent Guild Master’s final message before death,” Mo Li Meng said. “In any case, no one within Hu Yang City would dare act.”

Luo Feng stared at him: “That’s your entire explanation?”

Mo Li Meng smiled: “I trust Luohe Brother has his own judgment.”

“If you have nothing else, you may leave,” Luo Feng urged, showing no courtesy.

The five families’ tolerance of Mei Wu Qi’s massacre of hundreds of millions of civilians had deeply displeased Luo Feng.

“Luohe Brother, my Mo Li clan has no intention of opposing you,” Mo Li Meng shook his head. “My father, Mo Li Xiao, has already ordered us to never become your enemy.”

Luo Feng listened.

“But the other families are used to being above everyone!” Mo Li Meng shook his head. “You publicly killed one of their members—they simply cannot tolerate it. I have a solution: you accept the post of Deputy Commander of the Hu Yang Army! Then you become part of Hu Yang City’s high council—and one of us five families…”

“You may leave now!” Luo Feng’s voice was cold.

Mo Li Meng froze, then rose and bowed. “Luohe Brother should understand—the five families include those who merely seek pleasure, and those who actually work. My Mo Li clan is the one that works hard. We don’t wish to oppose you—but if you refuse to yield even one step, I can tell you: they will not relent. I know their nature well.”

Luo Feng smiled faintly—a cold smile.

Seeing that smile, Mo Li Meng’s heart trembled involuntarily—he glimpsed, for an instant, a river of blood.

“I will do my best to mediate this matter. If anything unusual occurs, I will send word to Luohe Brother,” Mo Li Meng said, then turned and departed alone.

(End of Chapter)