Chapter 443: Cao Youqian — I Possess a Trump Card That Can Suppress Ordinary Saints
The next day, at noon.
At the back mountain of Miaomiao Mountain.
Great Sage Benlei stood up in a disheveled state and bowed toward the recently landed Great Sage Golden Wing. “Martial Uncle’s skill is unmatched. This disciple concedes defeat.”
Great Sage Golden Wing’s expression remained stern. “Benlei, several years have passed, yet you have not made the slightest progress.”
Great Sage Benlei looked ashamed. “Martial Uncle’s reprimand is right. This disciple has indeed been too complacent these past years.”
Chu Feng, who had been leisurely sipping tea nearby, spoke calmly. “Benlei, stay here and seek more guidance from Brother Diao. Come see me again after seven days.”
“Yes, Master.”
Though Great Sage Benlei had no idea what his teacher intended, he still obeyed respectfully.
Having followed Chu Feng for some time, Great Sage Golden Wing naturally understood his plans. He patted Great Sage Benlei’s shoulder and said, “Lei Zi, starting tomorrow, I’ll take you to challenge the halls.”
“...?”
Great Sage Benlei was stunned. Challenge the halls? Could that even be done within the Wen Dao Academy?
Chu Feng glanced at Great Sage Golden Wing and said mildly, “Just play around. Don’t let it get out of hand.”
Great Sage Golden Wing thumped his chest. “Brother, don’t worry. At most, those little brats won’t dare leave their rooms. Besides, it’s not me taking action—it’s Nephew Benlei.”
The more Great Sage Benlei listened, the more confused he became. Were they really going to stir up trouble at another sacred land?
But the question reached his lips and stopped there. Although Wen Dao Academy had teleportation arrays, traveling to another sacred land and back in seven days was still impossible.
So where exactly was Martial Uncle Golden Wing planning to take him?
The next day, Great Sage Benlei got his answer. Great Sage Golden Wing brought him to the Foreign Affairs Institute to spar with its chief.
The two had equal strength and fought fiercely, ending in a draw.
Over the following days, Great Sage Benlei dueled a different chief of Wen Dao Academy each day.
In no time, his name resounded throughout the academy.
When people learned that Great Sage Benlei was the registered disciple of Chief Chu, they all shouted with excitement, praising Chief Chu’s greatness.
Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
That morning, Chu Feng, for the first time in ages, rose early and headed to the back mountain where everyone usually cultivated.
When the gathered disciples saw their master arrive so early, excitement flashed in their eyes, and they all bowed respectfully. “We greet Master.”
“Rise.”
Chu Feng’s voice was calm and detached.
“Thank you, Master.”
He casually sat on a large boulder, his gaze settling on Great Sage Benlei. “I see that your comprehension of the Dao Truth of the Thunder Dao is sufficient, yet you lack a certain Dao Bone. I suspect you have not properly studied the scripture I gave you.”
Great Sage Benlei hurriedly bowed and explained, “Master, it is not that this disciple is unwilling to study the Thunder Scripture diligently, but I am too dull-witted and have failed to grasp the Dao Truth within.”
“This matter is partly my oversight as well.”
Chu Feng did not blame him. Back then, he had focused on helping Great Sage Benlei break through to the Half-Saint Realm and had forgotten that the man had never before cultivated Daoist scriptures. His inability to comprehend them was understandable.
“These past few days, I have pondered deeply,” Chu Feng continued. “I have decided to resolve your doubts regarding the Thunder Scripture and pass on to you a Daoist Scripture of my own.”
“Disciple thanks Master.”
Great Sage Benlei knelt and kowtowed to Chu Feng.
Chu Feng raised a hand and supported Great Sage Benlei up from a distance, saying, “All of you, sit.”
“Yes, Master.”
The disciples answered and seated themselves in turn.
Chu Feng and Great Sage Benlei spoke in turn; every word of Chu Feng’s replies carried the dao truth.
For a time, a halo of Dao light enveloped the entire Miaomiao Mountain, giving the impression that an immortal trace had appeared.
Many disciples watched with envy, begrudging themselves for not being disciples of the Miscellaneous Dao Institute, for then they too could hear Chief Chu’s teachings.
The morning passed in the blink of an eye. Great Sage Benlei rose reluctantly and cupped his hands, saying, “Thank you for your instruction, Master. I now finally know where my deficiencies lie.”
“Mm. Continue your cultivation. If you have any questions, come ask me again.”
Chu Feng finished speaking and turned away.
The gathered disciples watched his departing figure and called out together, “We escort Master.”
…
Meanwhile, Barbarian Continent.
The flying ship of the Giant God Academy had flown for seven days and seven nights and had reached the western part of the Barbarian Continent.
On the main vessel, Cao Youqian had grown familiar with the two great sages over these days. Seeing that they were close to their destination, he voiced the question that had been on his mind.
“Two Martial Uncles, I would like to ask you a question.”
“Cao Youqian, ask freely.” Great Sage Babao said with a smiling face.
Cao Youqian asked, “Our forces have made such a conspicuous appearance near the Fire God Cult. Are you not afraid that, once the Fire God Cult learns of this, they will flee?”
Great Sage Babao chuckled and said, “Rest assured. This expedition is conducted under the pretense of exchanging with the Nine Nether Holy Land. The suppression of the Fire God Cult this time is not only the Giant God Academy’s undertaking.
After all, within that Blood God Cult there are several great sages, one of whom stands only half a step from the Saint Realm. It is said they intend to hold a blood sacrifice ritual to propel that great sage into the Saint Realm in one stroke.
Precisely because of this, the Nine Nether Holy Land invited our Giant God Academy and the Heavy Sword Holy Land to jointly eradicate the Fire God Cult.”
“Martial Uncle, as the saying goes, no wall is airtight. Merely putting on a show is insufficient. In my view, to seize them, we must first offer them bait.”
Cao Youqian spoke, then took a sip of tea and idly toyed with his teacup as he quietly observed the two before him.
Though he was the Saint Son, he was not the leader of this operation; too much meddling would only irritate the others.
Great Sage Xuanjing asked, “Do you have a plan, Cao Youqian?”
Cao Youqian smiled and said, “If I tell you seniors that I awakened a divine body and am coincidentally traveling near the Fire God Cult, what choice would those fellows make?”
“Are you proposing to act as bait?”
The two were not fools; they understood Cao Youqian’s implication immediately and said in unison, “Impossible. This is absolutely impossible.”
Cao Youqian asked, “Are you Martial Uncles worried that I might be in danger?”
“That is correct. Although the Blood God Cult does not match our Giant God Academy, they still have at least seven great sages. You must not take reckless risks.” Great Sage Xuanjing said with a grave face.
Cao Youqian smiled and said, “If I tell you seniors that I possess a trump card capable of suppressing ordinary saints, which of you would be willing to penetrate the tiger’s den with me, orchestrate a central strike, and suppress all seven great sages of the Fire God Cult?”
At those words, the two were instantly tempted.
Great Sage Babao asked, “Cao Youqian, do you truly hold a trump card that can suppress ordinary saints?”
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