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Chapter 138: Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Four: Return
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The spiritual armor is the greatest safety guarantee for martial artists. Regardless of how one trains, it’s too difficult for the
strength of mortal bodies to compete with the power of heaven-sent treasures. Perhaps when one reaches the King Realm,
possessing a completely spiritualized body can achieve this, but before the King Realm, the role of spiritual armor for martial
artists is truly incalculable.
Even for martial artists like Gong Zheng, who is at the peak of transcending mortality, even with the Escape Technique, facing
Old Xu’s winning hand would be instantaneous death. However, once he puts on the spiritual armor, he was able to flee from Old
Xu’s grasp, which says a lot.
Feng Wendong’s spiritual armor is also high-tier, only he was too careless and it was broken by phoenix’s beak, and when the
spiritual armor was shattered, it meant the loss of defensive capabilities.
Therefore, the martial artists from the Fierce Realm, who are entangled with the Phantom Phoenix in the sky, are surrounded by
perils!
He had to dodge both the phoenix’s beak and claws while also fending off the gold flames that seep into every crevice. If he still
had the spiritual armor, he could have had an ongoing battle with the Phantom Phoenix. Now that the spiritual armor was
shattered, he was only left with defensive power and had no ability to strike back.
Just after a while, Feng Wendong’s heavy Glacier Armor had more than a dozen damages, blocking left and right. He felt like the
Phantom Phoenix was not formed by spiritual instruments but was a real divine beast.
Otherwise, how could it be so swift? This was the first time he encountered a beast that could use combat techniques so
proficiently, feint and dodge, deceive and attack, always on the offensive!
Just after a short time, Feng Wendong felt mentally and physically exhausted, and this spiritual armor, worth millions of gold, was
about to break completely.
Just when he was most desperate, a call from afar sounded like the brightest light in the dark night.
“Fear not, Brother Feng! We are here to assist you!”
The Feng, Wu, and Lu Clans, finally arrived.
The red light pillar traversed the sky and earth, annihilating the Phantom Phoenix’s wings! This is Feng Jinhuan’s unique skill
———————- Sky Bombarding
Technique.
The massive black smoke ghost head bit onto the Phoenix’s skull. This was Wu Zhuo’s Four Nine Ghost Curse.
And the heaven-sundering, earth-splitting sharp edge split both the Phoenix and the ghost head. This was Lu Zhenghe’s Heaven
Sealing Blade.
Feng Wendong, who was barely holding on, finally received his reinforcements. The once arrogant Phantom Phoenix, under
three lethal strikes from the Fierce Realm, was dispersed into a cluster of golden fire clouds, floating in the sky.
Having escaped the predicament, Feng Wendong took a deep breath and saluted the other three Fierce Realm martial artists.
“Thankfully, my brothers arrived in time, or else I would have been forced to make a hasty retreat.” His Glacier Heavy Armor was
shattered, and his sturdy body was full of burn marks, indicating the difficulty of the latest battle.
“Brother Feng, you have taken care of our families for years, whenever you call, we are obliged to appear,” Feng Jinhuan said
while cupping his hands towards Feng Wendong.
Wu Zhuo and Lu Zhenghe nodded in agreement.
Giant clans like the Tang Clan have their way of operating, and medium and small-sized families like theirs also have their way of
survival. Each of their individual martial power resources is limited, but when they form an alliance, they become a strong force in
West City.
Such alliances, naturally, are not just bonds formed by interests. Feng Wendong started helping them when Feng Jinhuan, Wu
Zhuo, and Lu Zhenghe were still nobodies, both in martial arts and resources, which turned into tangible benefits as they made
their fortune.
Now, their families have married into each other’s, advancing and retreating together. Even some formidable middle-class
families need to give them some face.
Just look at the scene now, four Fierce Realm martial artists in the sky, and more than thirty armor-dressed transcendental teams
on the ground.
This is a formidable power. Even divine beasts like the Phantom Phoenix do not scare them. Suspended in the sky, they engage
in casual chats.
“Brother Feng, what’s going on this time?” Wu Zhuo asked.
To his three old brothers, Feng Wendong said, “A major fortune!”
“Oh?” The three were shocked. Martial artists of their level were already at the peak of Longzhou martial arts, as long as they do
not provoke the giant clans, seeking the development of their family should not be difficult.
Their realm has heightened, and so has their vision.
Among the four families, the Feng family is currently the most well-developed. For Feng Wendong to describe something as a
major fortune, this surely aroused extreme curiosity from the other three.
Feng Wendong pointed at the Golden Dragon on the ground and explained. “A martial artist inside the Golden Dragon came
from the outer city to Xiling for practice. He has a secret method of single-person fused martial arts, and a sacred sword capable
of summoning the Phantom Phoenix!”
The three of them were utterly astonished, looking at each other with looks of disbelief.
At their level, they naturally knew what it meant for a martial artist to possess this kind of foundation. Could this be a shower of
riches, or perhaps, a disaster that could annihilate one’s clan?
Feng Wendong, looking at the three of them with their faces changing colors, clearly understood what they were thinking. He
said, “We will always be suppressed by the Tang and Mi Clans in Xiling. Do you want to live like this for the rest of your life?”
Their faces changed, and they fell silent.
As martial artists truly aspiring to create their legacy, they did not wish to remain subordinate forever.
“Here, we have the opportunity to start all over again!” Feng Wendong pointed at the Golden Dragon and said.
The Feng family had nearly a history of two centuries in Xiling, with his grandson being the tenth generation. All the efforts of
these ten generations not only failed to narrow the gap with the Tang and Mi clans but instead it seemed to grow even wider.
Feng Wendong understood clearly that if they continued to stay in Xiling, the Feng Clan would one day be obliterated.
If it was not in the aftermath of a battle between the Tang and Mi clans, it could be annexed by either the Tang Clan or the Mi
Clan, as neither clans’ forces could be satisfied with just Xiling any longer.
If it were not for the mutual restraint, with the strength of the two clans, they could at least be lords over several cities.
By the end of the last year, the Tang and Mi clans had moved nearly hundreds of thousands of people back from Chengzhou,
burdening Xiling to the point where food prices increased dramatically.
New cities were built to the north and south, expanding the area of Xiling by nearly one-third.
All of this suggested that the Tang and Mi Clans were about to make a significant move. When that time came, what would
become of their minor clans of Xiling?
If they were not exiled, they would be integrated. Facing such colossal forces, Feng Wendong could not think of any possible
resistance.
Rather than waiting for death, it would be better to take drastic measures. To risk everything.
They could no longer stay in Xiling City, but look for another place to start anew. Even if that meant establishing a city on barren
land, it would be better than continuing in this hopeless situation.
“I understand the reasoning, but most of the people in the clan would not be willing to leave Xiling,” Lu Zhenhe sighed.
In a flourishing place like Xiling, fine wine and beautiful women had already worn away their clan members’ fighting spirit. Let
alone leaving Xiling to establish a new city, they would be unwilling even to till the uncultivated land. How could they be willing to
start anew and give up everything they had in Xiling?
“Then just abandon them!” Feng Wendong’s eyes were filled with cold indifference as he spoke in a frosty voice.
He turned his head to look at Wu Zhuo, asking “Wu, does your Four Nine Yin Scripture contain a secret method for spirit
hunting?”
Wu Zhuo nodded, replying “Indeed, there is a spiritual search method. However, those who are subjected to this technique will
have their spirits shattered and become walking corpses.”
“No problem!” Feng Wendong waved his hand, pointing to the Golden Dragon on the ground and said: “With this blend of secret
techniques, who knows if our strength can’t advance further? Those who leave with us are the elites of the clan. A hundred years
later, who can say that we won’t be another flourishing clan!”
“I have but one question to ask you — do you still have the ambition to ascend to the top of the world!?”
After a long period of silent deliberation, the three raised their heads once more, their faces filled with determination.
Just like in their youth, their four fists crashed together, shouting loudly: “Let’s do this!”
Their ambition was not dictated by their age. Perhaps in their youth, becoming a martial artist of the Fierce Realm and a clan
leader was their greatest wish. But when they had struggled to become martial artists of the Fierce Realm, they discovered that
the world was so bright that it was unimaginable.
A commoner’s esteemed Fierce Realm martial artist hardly mattered in the eyes of a prominent clan. As clan leaders seeking the
development of their clan, they could only swallow their pride time and time again.
Watching the powerful clans feast first, only to leave them with leftovers felt like charity, for which they had to be grateful.
Even after becoming martial artists of the Fierce Realm and clan leaders, they did not feel more at ease. Instead, they felt
suffocated by the pressure from the prominent clans!
They had had enough of being this kind of clan leader....