Yang Wudi, of the Po Clan, had a grandson. Though he didn't stand out when Tang San once recruited the clan, Chen Feng, coming from five hundred years in the future, knew just how terrifying this young man would become.
He was extraordinarily talented but kept a low profile, never boasting, always taking steady steps forward.
After Yang Wudi passed away, the entire Medicine Hall was entrusted to him—proof of the immense faith placed in him.
And he did not disappoint.
By the time he was sixty, he had reached the rank of Titled Douluo, becoming the first Titled Douluo in the history of the Po Clan!
But his most astonishing feat wasn't just his title—it was how, at only Rank 91, he killed a Rank 96 Super Douluo in battle with his Soulbreaking Spear!
That was the day his name shook the world.
"Senior Yang Wudi placed high hopes on him," Chen Feng explained. "He believed this young man could lead the Po Clan back to the peak. That's why he named him Yang Dianfeng—meaning 'to stand at the summit.'"
Yu Tianlong blinked.
"Wait, what? Yang... what?"
The name sounded just like the word for epilepsy.
Chen Feng shot him a glance.
"Dianfeng, as in standing at the summit—not what you're thinking."
"I know!" Yu Tianlong waved his hands. "But... the pronunciation is still the same."
Chen Feng sighed.
"Well, names are a family matter. It's not our place to judge. Just be glad his surname isn't Bai…"
Yu Tianlong muttered, "Yeah... If his name were Bai Dianfeng, there'd be no way to explain it…"
The two continued their journey while chatting.
Between the borders of the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empires lay a short mountain range called Qixing Mountain.
There were seven peaks here, each no taller than 300 meters. Local legend claimed they mirrored the positions of the Big Dipper, hence the name "Seven Star Mountain."
The region was sparsely populated, and both empires had few outposts here, making it a prime area for smugglers, thieves, and killers.
Chen Feng didn't take this route because he lacked border documents. It was simply the shortest path to the Po Clan. Going around would add at least hundreds of kilometers.
Given his strength, Chen Feng wasn't concerned about petty criminals. So he brought Yu Tianlong straight into the mountains.
Inside the forest, dense vegetation blocked the sunlight. Now and then, the growls and howls of unknown beasts echoed through the trees.
But as they pressed deeper, the surroundings grew strangely... silent.
"Tianlong," Chen Feng suddenly said, "if something happens, follow the escape route I gave you. Don't worry about me—just get to the Po Clan."
Yu Tianlong tensed, scanning the area. Everything was just dark and quiet; he couldn't see anything unusual.
"Did you sense something?"
"No," Chen Feng replied quietly. "Keep walking. Don't let them notice we're on alert. Hopefully... they're just passing through."
Yu Tianlong's heart pounded. He hadn't sensed anything. How could Chen Feng?
In truth, Chen Feng hadn't been completely sure either. But after his Sword Dao Heavenly Eye was enhanced by the Autumn-Water Dew, he noticed something—hundreds of meters away, a figure had flickered through the trees, vanishing almost instantly.
And in a forest this dense, it was impossible to guess how many enemies might be hiding.
Better safe than sorry.
Just as they were nearing the edge of the woods, a whoosh cut through the air, and eight white-robed men leapt from the shadows.
They were dressed in clean white combat uniforms, moving with professional coordination. They instantly formed a circle, surrounding Chen Feng and Yu Tianlong.
Then—footsteps.
From behind the trees emerged an elderly man in a purple uniform, flanked by two men in yellow robes.
"Spirit Hall," Chen Feng muttered, narrowing his eyes. He gently tapped Yu Tianlong's arm—the signal to prepare for the escape plan.
Yu Tianlong drew in a cold breath. He hadn't thought they'd be targeted—and by Spirit Hall, no less!
One purple-clothed bishop, two yellow-clothed deacons, and eight white-robed guards.
That level of force... was practically half a Spirit Hall branch's power.
But the most dangerous of all was the man in purple.
In Spirit Hall's strict hierarchy, only those at least Rank 51—Soul King—could wear purple.
The elder's build was wiry, with long arms and sunken eyes. Without hesitation, he released his spirit.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple—five rings circled his feet.
A true Soul King.
"I am a bishop of Spirit Hall's branch in Pissno City," the elder said flatly. "I received a report of suspicious individuals. You—come with us."
He pointed directly at Chen Feng.
"Suspicious individuals?" Chen Feng responded coldly. "I am an Honorary Elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. I have no association with Spirit Hall."
As he spoke, he tossed out his Elder Token.
The bishop caught it and glanced at it, then sneered, tossing it aside like garbage.
"A fake."
Then, with a dismissive wave of his hand, he ordered:
"Take them."
Whoosh—
In an instant, all of the Spirit Hall members released their spirit rings.
Eight Grandmasters. Two Soul Elders. One Soul King.
The air crackled with spirit energy.
Chen Feng and Yu Tianlong immediately activated their spirits.
Four spirit rings rose under Chen Feng's feet—yellow, purple, purple, black.
The Soul King bishop's pupils contracted instantly.
"It's true…" he muttered. "That underground arena owner wasn't lying."
If that was the case... then this boy must be captured at all costs!
Such a prodigy—serving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan? Spirit Hall couldn't allow it!
With no more hesitation, the bishop charged in, arms swelling with muscle. His martial spirit—a black-gold iron staff—appeared in his hands.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple.
He raised the staff high and brought it crashing down toward Chen Feng's skull.
"You're courting death!"
Chen Feng coldly snorted, raising his Seven Kill Sword. His first soul ring flared.
"First Soul Skill—Sword Draw!"
Clang—!
Sword clashed with staff.
Even with his soul skill activated, Chen Feng was forced back a step. The Seven Kill Sword trembled with a soft hum.
The iron staff? It was only slightly knocked off course.
"As expected of a prodigy," the bishop said, eyes gleaming. "To block my strike as a Soul King while still a Soul Ancestor—and using a perfect-grade Seven Kill Sword no less. Impressive."
He paused, then added:
"Come with me. I'll report your talents to the Platinum Bishop personally. If he approves of you, not only will you be safe—you'll be nurtured as a key Spirit Hall talent."
Surely that's better than staying with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. What do you say?