CHAPTER 1038: CHAPTER 1036: YOU’RE NOT DEAD?!

Master Sang Feng entered the cave. Although everything appeared normal, it was clear from his pale face and unsteady footsteps that he was seriously injured.

"Even though he is injured, he came to the cave to check on the person detained here as soon as he returned. It seems that person is more important than I imagined."

Chen Nan muttered silently to himself, hiding even more carefully, fully activating the Life and Death Technique, becoming as lifeless as a piece of stone.

"Zha Guang, do you realize your mistake?"

Master Sang Feng stood in front of the captive, asking in a deep voice.

The man hanging by chains slowly lifted his head. Despite looking very weak, he still managed to smile.

"Sang Feng, you’re hurt, and it’s quite serious."

Having been poked where it hurt, Sang Feng’s face turned gloomy, "Zha Guang, do you really think I won’t kill you? I haven’t killed you only out of respect for our past relationship."

"What good is there in resisting the King Gu?"

Zha Guang remained calm, his smile ambiguous, hovering between righteousness and mockery.

"At the very least, I want to protect my clan, while you have abandoned yours."

"Foolish!" Sang Feng growled, "Do you think resisting will save your clan?"

"If you’re alive, your clan will eventually thrive again!"

Zha Guang chuckled, sincerely asking, "If that’s truly the case, then why are you so eager and anxious?"

"I think you must have encountered a troublesome person, someone keeping you awake at night, which is why you’re impatiently trying to persuade me, hoping my submission will uphold your pitiful dignity, right?"

"He’s already dead! Just an outsider!"

Sang Feng seemed stripped bare in front of Zha Guang, feeling enraged and almost ready to kill him.

But as soon as he raised his head, he hesitated and withdrew.

Zha Guang shook his head, laughing, "Sang Feng, you still don’t understand."

"People like that will only become more common in the future."

"You!"

Sang Feng, unable to retort, left in a huff, his sleeves billowing with frustration.

After he left, Zha Guang’s expression changed slightly, pondering who the outsider was that had provoked such agitation in Sang Feng.

Their conversation was brief but was thoroughly observed by Chen Nan, who began feeling more active.

Sang Feng was seriously injured, that much was clear, though how severe was hard to gauge.

Chen Nan, however, picked up on something subtle.

First, Sang Feng didn’t notice his presence.

Even an injured Nascent Soul cultivator, a Nascent Soul True Man no less, could borrow the power of heaven and earth. Normally, even if Chen Nan used the Life and Death Technique to hide in shadows, he couldn’t escape detection by heaven and earth power.

Secondly, Sang Feng, in his anger and shame, initially intended to attack Zha Guang but suddenly refrained.

This indicated his injuries were grave, rendering him nearly incapable of taking action!

A Nascent Soul cultivator injured to the point of being unable to act was advantageous for Chen Nan.

Although the ones who ambushed him—Old Ghost Miao and Xiu Ming—were dead, the mastermind was surely Master Sang Feng.

A grudge of life and death like this couldn’t simply be set aside lightly.

Thus Chen Nan blended into the shadows, quietly exiting the cave.

...

Inside a house in the village, Master Sang Feng entered a room, closed the door, and couldn’t hold back a mouthful of fresh blood.

The campaign against the Moon Tower Dong Village had been a failure, despite the strength granted by the Nine Tribulation Celestial Silkworm.

The gifted Nascent Soul cultivation and the expertise honed through genuine cultivation weren’t close to being the same.

Moreover, the opponents had two practitioners.

After all his followers perished, Master Sang Feng’s heart was filled with shock; this battle was intended to be evenly matched, potentially favoring him.

But in a short span of time, everyone else was slain.

Master Sang Feng couldn’t understand why things turned out like this, and in his attempt to escape, he was blocked by Gaso and Ou Dan, who severely injured him.

It took everything he had to flee back to the base camp.

"Damn it, who exactly is this Chen Nan? Just a mere Foundation Establishment stage, yet he’s disrupted the Heavenly Border. Even if he died a hundred times, it wouldn’t be enough!"

His mouth spat a stream of curses towards Chen Nan, also hating Ou Dan and Gaso, who nearly killed him.

"Those two old fools, once the King Gu is freed, it’ll be their death day!"

After venting his anger, Master Sang Feng retrieved an Elixir Pill from his storage bag, placed it in his mouth, and sat cross-legged. Gradually, a green light started emanating from his body.

At that moment, a shadow crept into the room through the window.

Before entering, the shadow lingered outside the house, silently setting up an Eighth Grade Array.

The array flags, spoils from an old victory, were now being put to good use.

"It seems the injury is indeed quite severe."

From the shadows, Chen Nan’s figure slowly emerged. Even as he stood just three steps away from Master Sang Feng, Sang Feng remained oblivious.

Even with remnants of an array in the room, it had not been activated.

This confirmed Chen Nan’s previous speculations; now Sang Feng was at his weakest.

"Hoo!"

Chen Nan exhaled lightly, and an invisible light fell upon Master Sang Feng.

Sang Feng furrowed his brows, briefly cracked open an eye, then shut it again quickly, only noticing the open window.

Clearly, Chen Nan was right in front of the window!

This scene made Chen Nan’s smile widen further, with excitement bubbling within him.

He had just utilized the perfected ability of the "Heavenly Fox Form," or rather, the Innate Divine Ability of the Heavenly Fox Clan.

Illusion Technique.

Currently, Chen Nan’s cultivation was low, allowing him to only affect practitioners of a lower cultivation. Higher levels would not be as effective.

The gap in cultivation was too large and would easily be seen through.

Yet now Master Sang Feng didn’t detect the illusion, which filled Chen Nan with thrill.

He was standing before a Nascent Soul cultivator!

An injured Nascent Soul was still a Nascent Soul!

Chen Nan’s resolve solidified, killing intent surging from his eyes, his body swelling, transforming into a demonic form, with intense flames emanating from within.

"Kill!"

In that moment, he gave it his all because no one knew what trump cards or strategies a Nascent Soul cultivator might have, any of which could easily crush Chen Nan with just a flick of a finger.

A ball of white Thunder Liquid flicked out from Chen Nan’s fingers, momentarily absorbing all the room’s light, leaving only this small ball of Thunder Liquid.

Even if Master Sang Feng were an ordinary person, he’d sense intruders in the room, provoking him to leap up in rage, glaring at the unwelcome visitor.

"It’s you?"

Recognizing Chen Nan’s face, shock overtook his features.

"You’re not dead?!"