When Ye Feng heard the name Chi Hao gave to his son, he paused in surprise.
"Chi You? You named him… Chi You?" Ye Feng repeated slowly.
"Yes, Master," Chi Hao replied with a warm smile. His only purpose in taking the three trials had been to save his son. "It was the only name that came to mind."
This child had been unusual from the start. He had remained in his mother's womb for over 1,001 days. When the day of his birth finally came, heaven and earth trembled with strange phenomena. But before Chi Hao could rejoice, his wife gave birth to a stone egg instead of a child.
The egg was incredibly hard. Despite consulting countless experts, no one could crack it or explain the anomaly.
Then Chi Hao heard tales of Ye Feng's miracles.
Convinced that Ye Feng could save his son, he had brought the stone egg to Linjia Mountain. Relying solely on his tenacity and physical strength, Chi Hao passed all three of Ye Feng's trials—and was now standing here, finally a disciple.
"Your surname is Chi?" Ye Feng asked with interest.
"Yes, Master. My full name is Chi Hao. I hail from the Jiuli tribe," he said respectfully. "I am the current chief of our people."
Ye Feng's brows rose slightly. "Jiuli…?"
"Yes," Chi Hao nodded. "We're a small tribe—obscure and mostly forgotten. We live deep in the forests, far from human cities. Our people are different from outsiders. We value freedom, harmony with nature… and above all, we cultivate not vital energy, but the strength of the physical body. Through bloodline, rituals, and forging techniques, we temper ourselves generation by generation."
Ye Feng's expression turned thoughtful.
Jiuli… In the myths of China, the demon god Chi You was said to have come from that very tribe.
He glanced at the crying infant in Chi Hao's arms. Horns protruded from the baby's head, but aside from that, he looked like a normal child. Yet there was something ancient in his aura—something that made Ye Feng's instincts stir.
He had seen many things since crossing into different planes.
In the Doupo plane, Queen Medusa had once decided to name her children Di Jun and Nuwa.
In the Martial Universe, a disciple had named their child Chi You.
In the Douluo plane, Ye Feng had children too—but hadn't yet named them, as he had been swept away by a chaotic space-time storm and pulled into another world.
Now, once again… Chi You.
Di Jun, Nuwa, Chi You—all legendary figures in ancient mythology.
Was this all merely coincidence?
Ye Feng's thoughts darkened slightly.
"Ahem…" he coughed softly and tried to offer advice. "Chi Hao, are you sure about the name? Chi You… is quite infamous in some records."
Chi Hao looked at his son tenderly. "Master, I believe it suits him. His cries… they're different. They sound like 'Yo… Yo… Yo…' I think this name was fated. Chi You—it suits him perfectly."
"I think so too," Ying Huanhuan chimed in with a smile.
"It's catchy and easy to pronounce," Wang Yan added.
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"Aww, what a cute little guy." Lin Qingtan gently took the child from Chi Hao's arms. "He really is special."
Ye Feng fell silent. As he looked at the infant—Chi Hao's son—a strange feeling welled up inside him.
This wasn't part of the original Martial Universe storyline. Chi You was never born in the East Xuan Territory. Chi Hao wasn't even a notable figure in the canon history of this realm.
Something had changed.
Some force was altering the fates of characters across worlds.
"Master."
A young man in a grey robe stepped forward. His long, unkempt hair hung over his shoulders, and a massive black sword was strapped to his back—at least ten feet long. His presence radiated danger.
"Now that you've accepted me as your disciple," the young man asked solemnly, "when will you teach me your skills? I need your help… to destroy Yuan Sect."
Ye Feng studied him. "What's your name?"
"Wang Yan."
At that name, Ying Huanhuan's eyes flickered. She glanced at Wang Yan, a complex light in her gaze.
Wang Yan was a fellow disciple of the Dao Sect, like her. But his heart was far more turbulent.
He had once been warm and hopeful. But after the super sect wars, that changed. His elder sister, the former senior disciple of the Heavenly Hall, had died during a cruel trap set by Yuan Sect. To cover the retreat of the Dao Sect disciples, she had sacrificed herself.
Since then, Wang Yan's personality had grown cold and ruthless. He left the sect, traveled alone, and pursued power solely to one day destroy Yuan Sect.
Now, he had returned.
He had competed fiercely for the leadership of Dao Sect and even defeated Ying Xiaoxiao, his sister's successor. But the sect elders feared his obsession. They feared he would lead the sect to ruin in a reckless war of vengeance.
Ye Feng shared their concern.
In truth, Yuan Sect was a pitiful organization—manipulated behind the scenes, unaware of the larger schemes at play. Destroying them would only serve those hidden powers.
"Wang Yan," Ye Feng said calmly, "you've passed your heart demon trial. But tell me, do you still intend to destroy Yuanmen?"
Wang Yan's eyes gleamed. "Master… do you mean to help me control Yuanmen instead?"
"Control Yuanmen?" Ying Huanhuan gasped.
Wang Yan's words surprised her. She had always assumed he sought blood for blood. But now, he was thinking differently.
Yuanmen was no ordinary force. Its foundation ran deep. The three Grand Elders—Tianyuanzi, Diyuanzi, and Renyuanzi—were terrifyingly powerful.
Even if Ye Feng was strong, if Wang Yan rushed in blindly, he'd only meet death.
Yet, hearing Ye Feng's words… something had changed in Wang Yan's heart.
He looked at Ying Huanhuan briefly, then clenched his fists. His eyes were like blades.
"The best revenge is not immediate death," he said coldly. "It's living in shame—making them suffer every moment for the rest of their lives."
It was during the third trial that Wang Yan's obsession shifted. He had seen through his rage, faced it—and controlled it.
He no longer desired destruction.
He desired domination.
"A small Yuanmen… not worth my direct involvement," Ye Feng said with a faint smile. "If you truly want to achieve something, wouldn't it be more meaningful to do it with your own hands?"
Wang Yan's blood boiled. "Master… are you going to teach me real power?"
Ye Feng's abilities had surpassed anything he imagined. Just his Chaos God Light alone could suppress nearly all of Yuanmen.
If Wang Yan could inherit even a fraction of Ye Feng's power… he would no longer be a tool of vengeance—he would be a ruler.
Ye Feng looked at him thoughtfully. "Do you see the mountain beneath your feet?"
"I… I don't understand, Master."
"You are like this mountain," Ye Feng said. "Lofty. Untouched. Proud. But don't let your eyes deceive you, nor the opinions of others blind you. Power doesn't lie only in vital energy. The world holds soul power, body strength, and will."
He pointed to the earth below.
"These three—soul, body, and heart—belong solely to you. Vital energy is borrowed from the world. But your soul, your body, your will… those are yours alone."
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