Chapter 2038: A Strange Story
Qiu Yuexin stepped out from the Path-Breaking Mountain. At this moment, her expression was calm and serene, as if she had comprehended life itself and experienced the emotions of the world. Looking at Lin Feng, she smiled faintly—so beautiful, so very beautiful.
The demonic intent radiating from Lin Feng vanished completely in that instant. He stepped forward slightly and embraced Qiu Yuexin, finally letting out a sigh of relief. In his heart, he thought, "Thank goodness, thank goodness."
Feeling the warmth of Lin Feng's embrace, Qiu Yuexin rested her head on his shoulder. There was no longer any trace of coldness or detachment within her—only deep, lingering affection.
"Path-Breaking Mountain: to break, then to establish. If others come here because they do not believe in their Dao and seek to break it, their Dao will indeed shatter. But if one is determined to break their Dao, they can break and then rebuild. That is the true meaning of Path-Breaking Mountain," Qiu Yuexin murmured softly. A smile appeared in Lin Feng's heart. Path-Breaking Mountain was an ancient relic that shattered all paths. Its purpose was not destruction but rebirth. Seek to break, and you shall break; then a new Dao is born. Only by using one's Dao to withstand the trial can one truly break through.
"Let's go back," Lin Feng said. Even the weather seemed to brighten, and the radiant clouds dancing in the void were so gentle and beautiful. Today, Qiu Yuexin had broken her emotionless Dao, and the Dao of Love had been born. As for him, he had finally broken through the limits of the Mid-rank Emperor realm and stepped into the High-rank Emperor realm. How could his mood not be excellent?
Qiu Yuexin had returned—completely and utterly returned.
The two of them boarded the ancient sailboat, sitting cross-legged, leaning against each other. Qiu Yuexin was filled with attachment, her gaze lingering on the scenery of heaven and earth, as if she wanted to walk with Lin Feng to the very end of the world.
Lin Feng returned to the Holy Spirit Dynasty, bringing Qiu Yuexin back to the Snow Moon Empire in the Martial Soul World. He shared this wonderful news with his family. In the days that followed, Lin Feng took care of Meng Qing, spent time with Qiu Yuexin and Liu Fei, and lived a carefree, immortal-like existence. However, at this very moment, on the road from Sky-Gazing Ancient Capital to Qi Tian Holy Capital, a beautiful woman wore a face full of frost, radiating intense killing intent.
Meanwhile, Qi Tian Holy Capital was in turmoil. Battles raged endlessly, and powerful cultivators fell one after another—even Emperor-level experts were not spared. The opening of the Ancient Saints' Relics had attracted too many powerful figures. Winds of change swept in from all directions, and indeed, another ancient saint's relic had appeared, triggering ferocious battles. But what did any of this have to do with Lin Feng? He had obtained the inheritance techniques of two ancient saints, as well as the Word True Intent. Though he lacked the divine essence, by using the Heavenly Derivation Scripture to deduce and his own powerful comprehension, he could gradually perfect them.
Dwelling in safety but mindful of danger—Lin Feng understood better than anyone that he needed formidable strength, overwhelming strength. Therefore, these happy and warm days did not cause him to slack off in martial arts. On the contrary, he never forgot to cultivate.
On this day, Lin Feng, who had stepped into the High-rank Emperor realm, once again underwent the tempering of the Heavenly Demon Body Disintegration Art, further strengthening his physical body. Now, among Martial Emperor realm cultivators, there should be no one who could withstand a single punch from him. His fist light was as powerful as the divine abilities of many High-rank Emperor realm experts. If he were to face an ordinary High-rank Emperor, he could crush and kill them with his physical body alone.
In the Demon Pool, besides Lin Feng, there were three other figures. These three were all at a higher level than Lin Feng, nearly all at the peak of the High-rank Emperor realm. They were the three from the Ji Clan—Ji Jiang and his companions—who had once ambushed Lin Feng. After being refined into Demon Puppets, Lin Feng spared no effort in cultivating them. He taught them the Heavenly Derivation Scripture, the Heavenly Demon Body Disintegration Art, and even the divine abilities of saints—everything he had, he imparted to them.
Although Ji Jiang was not as outstanding as Ji Shang within the Ji Clan, he was still a genius among the Martial Emperor generation. Otherwise, he would not have joined forces to assassinate Lin Feng back then. Lin Feng fully believed that with such intense nurturing, combined with their original cultivation levels, even if they did not match his combat prowess, they would still be top-tier among High-rank Emperors. Moreover, cultivating the Heavenly Derivation Scripture would enhance their talent, making them increasingly exceptional.
One day, Lin Feng stepped out of the Martial Soul World. It had been over half a year since he returned from the ancient relic to the Holy Spirit Dynasty. Meng Qing's belly was becoming more and more prominent. During this time, Lin Feng had lost the desire to go out and fight. Perhaps it was because he was about to become a father. More or less, he felt an unusual sensation in his heart—a mix of nervousness and faint anticipation.
"Is there something?" Lin Feng said lightly toward the outside of his manor at this moment. A figure from the Holy Spirit Dynasty was lingering there.
"Holy Emperor," the person said upon hearing Lin Feng's voice. He flickered over, and Lin Feng walked out of the room, looking at the Holy Spirit Dynasty's expert. The other party said, "Holy Emperor, so much time has passed. Will the Holy Emperor..."
Lin Feng naturally understood what he meant. Although the Holy Spirit Dynasty valued his talent and had appointed him as their Holy Emperor, he was not originally a member of the Holy Spirit Dynasty and did not carry its bloodline. To the Holy Spirit Dynasty, his legacy was of utmost importance.
"Alright, rest assured," Lin Feng nodded slightly. This matter should be settled.
"Since the Holy Emperor says so, I shall take my leave," the man said respectfully before retreating, as if he had never been there. Lin Feng sighed. Avoiding the issue forever was not a solution; it had to be resolved eventually. But he still felt a bit strange about it. Although, for him, this was somewhat of a benefit.
If he truly left behind bloodline descendants in the Holy Spirit Dynasty, could he still sever ties with them? The Holy Spirit Dynasty surely understood this as well. Once he had descendants, he would be considered half a member of the Holy Spirit Dynasty. Then, in the eyes of the dynasty's people, his position as Holy Emperor might carry more weight. Imagine—one day, the Holy Emperor of the Holy Spirit Dynasty, whose father was a peerless Saint King—what kind of scene would that be?
That night, the moonlight was like water, illuminating the Holy Spirit Dynasty. In the quiet manor, the sound of light footsteps echoed. Lin Feng did not conceal his tracks, so the owner of the room should have heard him.
Lin Feng pushed open the door. However, there was still a curtain ahead. The blurry figure behind the curtain trembled slightly and said, "You're here."
"Yes, I'm here," Lin Feng nodded.
"Wait for me a moment." Lin Feng saw the blurry figure changing clothes, then obediently lay down on the phoenix bed behind the curtain. She softly said, "Come in."
Lin Feng stepped into the room. In the dim light, he saw the graceful figure lying on the bed with her back to him, her body curved like a bow. She wore only a red undergarment, vaguely revealing her smooth skin. Yet her face was still covered by a veil, as if she did not want Lin Feng to see her features.
Lin Feng stood there, unsure of what to do. Walking over to engage in intimate relations with a stranger was incredibly awkward. His feet felt as heavy as lead. Although her body exuded endless temptation, and the faintly visible allure had already kindled a small flame in his heart—it was only natural instinct.
"I'm ready. There's nothing underneath..." A soft, hoarse voice, as faint as a mosquito's buzz, came through, carrying the shyness of a maiden. It stirred the fire in Lin Feng's heart. Finally, he took a step forward and lay down on the phoenix bed. His hands brushed over the undergarment, as if he could feel how smooth the skin beneath this thin layer was.
Lin Feng slipped his hand inside and gently tried to turn her body over. But the delicate form in his arms trembled slightly and whispered, "No, just like this is fine."
"From behind?" Lin Feng's expression stiffened.
If Lin Feng could see her face at this moment, he would surely witness a blush so deep it seemed to drip blood.
"Yes..." It seemed very difficult for her to utter this extremely faint sound, but Lin Feng still heard it. There was a moment of silence. This was destined to be a silent night—a night that left Lin Feng speechless. The people of the Holy Spirit Dynasty had not deceived him; she must have been a very beautiful woman. And of course, it was her first time as well. This gave Lin Feng a faint sense of guilt.
Moreover, it was not just one night. Lin Feng came again the next two nights. Even so, the words exchanged between them could be counted on one hand. Each time was just as strange. After all, Lin Feng could not guarantee that one attempt would be enough to leave behind a bloodline. So, he came for three nights... He thought to himself that this should be sufficient.
Fortunately, after three days, this awkward situation no longer needed to be faced. That strange feeling would not return. Yet Lin Feng found himself feeling a faint sense of loss. Perhaps there was something about that woman that attracted him. Moreover, over these three nights, he noticed that although she was stiff and nervous, she did not seem afraid or resistant. Especially on the last two nights, she was very obedient and gentle, as if she were a long-time lover clinging to him—even though their position remained so strange... even though this continued for three nights.
What Lin Feng did not understand was why she refused to let him see her face. Was it out of shyness? But if she were to bear his child, he would inevitably have to meet her eventually. It was unavoidable.
Fortunately, the results of these strange three nights were not in vain. After some time passed, news spread that the Holy Emperor's Consort was pregnant. On that day, the Holy Spirit Dynasty was shaken. Many of the Holy Emperor's consorts erupted in anger within their chambers, but they dared not cause trouble.
If the child born was male, he would likely become the future Holy Emperor of the Holy Spirit Dynasty. If female, she might become the dynasty's female Holy Emperor!
It was a strange story—at least, that was how Lin Feng felt.