Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 164: A Haven of Peace?

Chapter 164: Chapter 164: A Haven of Peace?

"What!"

The Third Elder furrowed his brow, never expecting Ling Feng to be so tenacious, that he had not dropped dead immediately after being struck by his own palm!

A hundred meters ahead lay the bounds of the Mist Ghost Forest. Clenching his fists, the Third Elder stood fixed in place, no longer daring to take even half a step forward.

One breath!

Two breaths!

Three breaths!

The Third Elder’s eyes were about to split open, his pupils bloodshot, as he let out a roar that shook heaven and earth, "Little—beast!"

The words Ling Feng had uttered before rushing into the Mist Ghost Forest left the Third Elder feeling restless.

The Jia Family, not sparing even the dogs or the chickens—what a vile curse!

The Third Elder clenched his fists and said with a cold laugh, "Little beast, entering the Mist Ghost Forest, do you think you can still come out alive? And you talk of wiping out my Jia Family entirely? Ridiculous!"

Still, he felt a tinge of worry and, gritting his teeth, sat down cross-legged on the spot.

"Hmph, I will just wait here. If you cannot emerge in ten days, your death will be certain!"

...

Meanwhile, Ling Feng, having taken a palm strike from the Third Elder, felt like half of his meridians had been severed. If not for his tenacious willpower and the sharing of vitality from Zi Feng, he would have either died or fallen into a coma on the spot.

Propelled by the palm force of the Third Elder, Ling Feng flew forward several hundred meters. He had been ready to activate Shura’s Eye and fight the Third Elder to the death, but suddenly, a terrifying force of suction appeared out of nowhere, dragging him in.

Only then did he realize why that Elder from the Jia Mansion had become so agitated—turns out, the place ahead was indeed bizarre.

Gritting his teeth, Ling Feng was uncertain whether this was a blessing or a curse.

His vision was a blur of white; weakness, fatigue, and intense pain erupted all at once. Unable to hold on any longer, Ling Feng finally closed his eyes and fell into unconsciousness...

In a dazed state, not knowing how much time had passed, Ling Feng eventually opened his eyes.

He struggled to lift his hand, rubbing his eyes.

His arm felt as heavy as if filled with lead, the slight lift seemed to strain several meridians, the pain making Ling Feng let out a muffled groan.

Biting his teeth, he took a deep breath and began to examine his surroundings.

Was this the "Mist Ghost Forest" mentioned by the Third Elder of the Jia Family?

Indeed, he remembered being dragged into the Mist Ghost Forest by that terrifying suction force right before he fainted, the area shrouded in a dense white fog, looking like a dead zone.

However, the scene before his eyes was not the mountain of knives or purgatory he expected, but rather peach blossoms and flowing water, with petals scattering in profusion.

Ling Feng could hardly believe his eyes. A myriad of colorful petals floated down as if from the heavens, the fragrance was intoxicating.

This place was far from a perilous dead zone—it was like an Immortal Realm on earth!

Spirit Flowers, Spirit Grass, were everywhere on the ground. Furthermore, in the distance, one could vaguely see a Medicine Field and a row of thatched cottages.

Lotus ponds and weeping willows, everything was so natural and peaceful.

Ling Feng swallowed and said in disbelief, "Is this... am I still dreaming?"

"Master, you are not dreaming," Zi Feng’s voice echoed in his mind, "I can sense that there is a very, very, very terrifying presence here. From its aura, it seems to be a Demon."

"A Demon?" Ling Feng’s eyelids twitched slightly—Zi Feng had never been so grave before. Since the creature uttered three "very"s, it was evident how formidable the Demon was.

—Absolutely a ruthless character that would trump the likes of that Third Elder by a hundredfold!

"Yes, my feelings are usually never wrong."

With a flash of Fire Light, Zi Feng returned to the appearance of a little Stone Man and hopped onto Ling Feng’s shoulder.

"Regardless, it’s best to be cautious."

Thinking of the Third Elder’s fear of this place, Ling Feng knew that it couldn’t be as tranquil and peaceful as it appeared on the surface.

Seated cross-legged, Ling Feng began to stimulate the "Xuanyuan True Technique," starting to gather True Qi and heal his own injuries.

Now, the majority of the meridians in his body had been broken, and Ling Feng could only use True Qi to clear the channels in his right arm. Only when his right hand had regained some mobility could he use the Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Technique to treat himself.

One day...

Two days...

Three days...

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

Thanks to the Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Technique, Ling Feng’s injuries had not completely healed, but he could finally move freely.

For three whole days, he had been sitting and healing in the Mist Ghost Forest without any of the demon beasts Zi Feng mentioned coming after him, nor encountering any other dangers.

Ling Feng began to wonder, was the Mist Ghost Forest really such a perilous place?

Looking around, everything he saw was shaded by peach and willow trees, flowers blooming in abundance, a sight of incomparable beauty.

Ling Feng slowly stood up and, without further consideration, stimulated his True Qi and performed the Carefree Sword Step, his body leaping into the air.

However, before he could clear even half the height of a zhang, Ling Feng was yanked back to the ground by an invisible force.

"Hmm?" Ling Feng paused, disbelieving. He directly stimulated his Qinling Light Wings, his wings flapped, but whereas he usually would soar into the sky, now he couldn’t fly even seven feet before a force pulled him back down.

"I understand!" A look of solemnity flashed in Ling Feng’s eyes. That strange gravitational force within the Mist Ghost Forest allowed all creatures to enter but not to leave!

"Could it be that I’ll be trapped here for a lifetime?" Ling Feng frowned. Being trapped in this place for life was no different from being dead.

"Well, that may not necessarily be the case, it all depends on how much courage you, the master, have," Zi Feng suddenly spoke up.

"Oh?" Ling Feng’s heart lifted with excitement, "Zi Feng, do you have a way?"

"Well..." Zi Feng chuckled mischievously, "Apart from us, isn’t there a very fierce demon beast here? We could just go and ask it, right?"

The corners of Ling Feng’s mouth twitched a few times. Wasn’t that just asking him to court death?

In Ling Feng’s mind, weren’t all demon beasts man-eaters?

It hadn’t come after him, and now he was supposed to go knocking on its door? Wasn’t that just delivering himself to the beast?

Ling Feng sighed deeply, his face showing a hint of resignation.

Surrounded only by petals and wild grass, was he going to eat petals every day from now on?

After much hesitation, Ling Feng finally stood up again, brushed the petals off his clothes, and looked at a row of thatched cottages not far away, speaking in a deep voice, "Those structures obviously aren’t formed naturally. Perhaps there are some other unlucky fellows like me who have fallen into this place and thus built those bamboo houses."

Ling Feng walked towards the row of bamboo houses, smiling bitterly, "Let’s go over and see, maybe there are still living people there."

"Master, you’re thinking too much. Apart from you and that demon beast, there are no other living people here." Zi Feng sat on Ling Feng’s shoulder, speaking indifferently, "But don’t blame me for not warning you, the direction you’re heading towards is exactly where that demon beast resides."

Ling Feng’s footsteps paused slightly, but he quickly continued to move forward.

"I’ve seen a member of the Demon Clan, the Demon Flood Dragon Prince, who also possesses high-level intelligence and should be capable of communication," Ling Feng said as he walked. "If it wanted to eat me, it would have done so long ago, not waited until now."

"Maybe it just wasn’t hungry," Zi Feng said with a snicker.

"Just you talk too much!" Ling Feng really felt the urge to throw this chatty creature to the ground and stomp on it several times.

Taking a deep breath, after about the time it took to drink a cup of tea, he finally arrived in front of the row of bamboo houses.

What came into view were four or five bamboo houses, forming a spacious courtyard with a water well and a rocking chair.

What surprised Ling Feng was that sitting on the rocking chair was...

No, it should be said that there was a...

A donkey!

That donkey was actually lounging with its hind legs crossed, its right forehoof on its chin, lying on the rocking chair, dozing!

Ling Feng was stunned by the scene in front of him. What on earth was this, an evil creature?

Oh no, it should be said, what kind of demon donkey?