My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

Having traversed from a small fishing village in the East Sea, Chen Feng had long been acquainted with the cruelty and brutality among cultivators.

His survival to this day was not merely attributed to his astounding Destiny, but rather to his cautiousness, his ability to disguise himself as weak while harboring great strength, and his decisiveness in seizing opportunities.@@novelbin@@

When a stranger of formidable strength approached seeking aid, the wise choice was not an immediate intervention but rather a swift evasion.

Under normal circumstances, if faced with a Saint Stage cultivator clearly being pursued, Chen Feng would have already fled.

However, with Gu Lan by his side, he found confidence in seizing opportunities.

"I'm not interested," Gu Lan replied, shaking his head.

He showed no interest in the magical treasures of the woman cultivator but was intrigued by the power behind her.

An organization capable of possessing a Saint Stage cultivator surely held valuable information.

The dense aura of bloodshed emanating from the woman was clearly not the work of righteous means.

If the situation demanded action or enticed trouble, perhaps he could employ Soul Searching to probe into her memories...

As the pursuer, Crimson Flame caught up from behind, he visibly paused upon seeing Chen Feng and Gu Lan. Sensing their cultivation levels, he burst into laughter.

"Is this your survival strategy? A King Stage cultivator and a mortal? Is this how the Immortal Kings of the Blood Spirit Sect operate? Haha!"

"Don't struggle; accept your fate," he sneered. "Once you're dead, the Spirit-Transforming Grass will be mine!"

Before his words could fully sink in, Crimson Flame attacked. He immediately unleashed his strongest secret technique, channeling his Qi into a flaming beast lunging toward the woman cultivator.

With determination in her eyes, the woman spat out another mouthful of blood, transforming it into a crimson whip to meet the attack head-on. In an instant, they clashed fiercely.

Despite Crimson Flame's greater strength, the woman's counterattack in her dying moments was formidable. In a moment of carelessness, Crimson Flame was struck by the blood whip.

"Crimson Flame, does the taste of the Blood Spirit Whip not suit you?" she taunted. "Rest assured, even in death, I'll drag you down with me!"

With disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, she resembled a vengeful spirit rising from hell.

Enraged by the heavy blow, Crimson Flame intensified his assault, abandoning all restraint.

Meanwhile, Chen Feng observed with keen interest. This was the display of power and tactics befitting a Saint Stage cultivator, unlike the previous encounter with the monstrous beast, which barely lasted a round under the elder's hand.

It wouldn't be fair to deem the crab demon useless; it was the elder's overwhelming strength that left no chance for observation.

The battles of Saint Stage cultivators were not easily witnessed, and even mere spectating proved beneficial to him. With Gu Lan beside him, he could comfortably spectate, even indulge in opportunities.

Damn, indeed he had chosen the right companion! Chen Feng looked at Gu Lan's face, which outshone his own by countless magnitudes, feeling fortunate yet envious.

"Elder, what kind of mystic technique is the Blood Spirit Whip, and why does it unleash such power?" Chen Feng inquired.

"It's a celestial technique that forcibly enhances one's strength using refined blood as a medium," Gu Lan explained.

"Elder, what are these two fighting over, the Spirit-Transforming Grass?" Chen Feng persisted.

"It's a sacred-grade herb that enhances cultivation," Gu Lan replied calmly.

Chen Feng continued to ask, and each answer earned him Destiny points. Facing Chen Feng's inquiries, Gu Lan remained patient.

This was an excellent opportunity to accumulate Destiny points. Although such opportunities were rare, Gu Lan pondered how to expedite the accumulation of Destiny points.

With a companion boasting a red Destiny, wasting this advantage was out of the question...

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"Die!"

At that moment, Crimson Flame bellowed. With one hand gripping the crimson whip and the other piercing through the woman cultivator's chest, he declared triumphantly, "The Spirit-Transforming Grass is mine!" As he sneered at the woman, his expression suddenly changed.

In her final moments, the woman produced a jade box. With a flick of her finger, she sent the box flying in Chen Feng's direction.

Instinctively, he reached out and caught it, meeting Crimson Flame's predatory gaze.

The two locked eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Chen Feng retorted. "She gave it to me, it's none of my concern!"

With the woman's desperate struggle, Crimson Flame's injuries became evident. Witnessing the weakened Immortal King, Chen Feng's eyes gleamed with anticipation. He felt another opportunity arise.

Previously, unable to fully unleash his power against the Immortal Stage beast, now was the perfect chance.

Drawing out the fragment of an Imperial Stage treasure and the Immortal Stage beast shell he had just obtained, Chen Feng exclaimed, "Excellent! Excellent! A mere King Stage ant dares to vie with me, Crimson Flame, for treasures."

"It's been a while since I've had such a good laugh. Today, I'll have some fun toying with you," Crimson Flame jeered, launching his attack without hesitation.

Though injured, he couldn't afford to hold back. Crack! Chen Feng raised the beast shell to block the blow but was still sent flying.

Damn! Starting with a sneak attack? And the Immortal King has no sense of honor!

Accustomed to opponents boasting and then being humbled, Chen Feng, now feeling overwhelmed, cursed inwardly!

"Hold!" With the beast shell protecting him, Chen Feng remained unharmed and immediately retaliated. The fragment of the Imperial Stage treasure radiated its last brilliance as it sped toward Crimson Flame.

Crack! With a wave of his hand, Crimson Flame shattered the Imperial Stage treasure fragment.

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Chen Feng was dumbfounded! It's broken, and damn, it's still so powerful!

Seeing Crimson Flame, weakened and covered in blood, Chen Feng swallowed nervously.

Crack! In the next moment, Crimson Flame landed another blow on the beast shell, followed by a relentless barrage. Chen Feng cowered behind the shell, tossed around like a toy.

"You witnessed Destiny Boy being beaten up. Destiny +10,000, +10,000, +10,000..."

Meanwhile, Gu Lan watched with fascination, arms crossed. Unexpectedly, she heard the mechanical sound of Destiny accumulation ringing in her mind!

As Chen Feng was being pummeled into confusion, Gu Lan also froze momentarily!

Who would have thought that watching Destiny Boy being beaten up could accumulate Destiny points, and even more easily than with him around? Almost ten times the usual rate!

With her finger pressed against her chin, her starry eyes flickering, she stared at the scene, contemplating something.

Splat! Chen Feng spat out a mouthful of blood. Despite the protection of the beast shell and his Qi defenses, the impact still injured his internal organs severely.

He was at his limit.

"Senior!" Chen Feng managed to utter two words, "Save me," but he lacked the strength to cry out.

"Still calling for Senior? Who the hell is your Senior?" Crimson Flame scoffed.

"Quit pretending. Even if you shout till you're hoarse, no one will come to your rescue now!"

With a cold smile, he decided it was time to end the game with the ant before him.

But just as he prepared to strike the final blow, he saw the mortal not far away gently raise and then lower his hand.

What's this?

Some sort of peculiar ritual?

A moment of doubt flashed through Crimson Flame's mind, but his consciousness slowly faded away.

In his final moments, his vision turned blood red, his breath grew shallow, and he watched as his hands slowly dissolved into nothingness, followed by his entire body, frozen at that moment...

"Phew! Saved!" Chen Feng sighed in relief, clutching his chest as he looked at the Immortal King's tattered clothes lying before him, now the only remains.

Seniors are terrified when they take action.

Such a powerful being could swat someone like a fly with just a wave of their hand.

Hmm... The clothes are still here. I wonder if there's any storage treasure?

This guy claimed to be an Immortal King; he should be quite wealthy, right?

Chen Feng's eyes lit up, eager to loot the corpse but feeling a bit embarrassed about it...