Martial God Asura (Web Novel)
chapter-6105

Chapter 6105: Gradual Breakdown

The changes could be seen both on the inside and on the outside, so the spectators outside could see Chu Feng’s name appearing on the Luck Saint Realm’s mountain peak too.

Many people had come to the Bloodline Galaxy to watch Baili Zilin and Chu Feng’s battle, and they witnessed this sight too. This would add another line to Chu Feng’s accomplishments.

“So fast?” Liu Kuo was amazed.

Master Nine Zenith’s reaction wasn’t as exaggerated, but the shock was evident in his eyes.

“Master, did Jie Tianran leave his name that quickly on the Luck Saint Realm’s mountain peak back then too?” Liu Kuo asked.

Master Nine Zenith shook his head. “Of course not.”

“Did he take long?”

“Much longer.”

“As expected of Brother Chu Feng.”

Liu Kuo revealed a satisfied smile. That was the answer he wanted to hear.

The two of them weren’t the only ones discussing this matter. Everyone who witnessed this sight was fervently talking about it. Luck Sant Realm was a renowned place; juniors might not have heard about it, but those from the older generations were familiar with it.

Some of them had witnessed Jie Tianran leaving his name on Luck Saint Realm’s mountain peak in person, as well as those who challenged it afterward. So, they knew that Chu Feng had pulled off the feat much faster.

Even though Chu Feng had accomplished many incredible feats thus far, the older generation still couldn’t help but wonder how someone could be this monstrous.

In contrast to the excited crowd, Jie Mubai, who was hiding inside his formation, glared at the Luck Saint Realm’s mountain peak with anger and confusion. He alternated his gaze between his formation and Chu Feng’s name, but the result didn’t change.

Chu Feng had indeed reached the peak.

“Elder, am I seeing things? Why do I see Chu Feng’s name on the mountain peak?” Baili Zilin asked with a confused voice.

Jie Mubai closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “That isn’t a confusion. It’s true.”

“Didn’t you say it’s impossible for Chu Feng to reach the peak?” Baili Zilin’s voice became much louder, and his tone was tinged with anger.

“I don’t know how he did it either. The difficulty level is the same for all challengers. It would have been impossible for you to reach the top without my aid, and the same should have been true for Chu Feng too.”

Jie Mubai’s words struck Baili Zilin like a hammer, calming him down. He realized he had no right to criticize Jie Mubai. He could testify that the trial was extremely difficult, having faced it himself.

“Could Chu Feng have grasped the Luck Saint Realm’s energy too? It doesn’t make sense otherwise. How can he decipher such a difficult formation by himself without outside help, not to mention how fast he pulled it off?” Baili Zilin asked.

“Impossible. There can only be one chosen one in the Luck Saint Realm, and that person is me. No one else could have grasped that power,” Jie Mubai said.

“What went wrong? His talent can’t have reached such an unthinkable level, right? That’s impossible. Absolutely impossible. I should just stop cultivating altogether and give him the world of cultivation straight if he possesses such talent.”

Baili Zilin was certain that Chu Feng had external help, and his help was far stronger than Jie Mubai’s.

“Young master Zilin, you don’t need to be so conflicted. The Luck Saint Realm was opened for your sake. Chu Feng might have left his name on the mountain peak, but that doesn’t mean that he’ll successfully conquer it and obtain the strongest luck energy.

“You can challenge the strongest luck energy if you reach the peak. The difficulty of the trial will be the same for the two of you, but it’s possible to adjust the difficulty level. You will encounter a formation at the mountain peak. Let me know when you arrive, and I’ll adjust the difficulty to the highest for you,” Jie Mubai said.

“Wouldn’t that make the trial more difficult for me too?” Baili Zilin asked.

“Don’t worry, that will make things easier for you instead. The highest difficulty level requires outside help, and you have many experts in the Netherworld Sect to help you. As for Chu Feng, who dares to help him?

“The only decent ally he has is the Totem Dragon Clan, but they are no match for the Netherworld Sect, not to mention they are severely weakened from having just quelled a rebellion.

“I’ll find a way to hold back the Totem Dragon Clan. Anyone else who dares to help him will be insignificant. They will barely make a difference. And if he challenges the trial himself, the only thing awaiting him is failure. He might even give up by himself,” Jie Mubai said.

“I understand. Please continue helping me, elder. I want to leave my name on the peak,” Baili Zilin said.

Jie Mubai continued helping Baili Zilin.

Three days later, Baili Zilin finally fused his world spiritist bloodline with the Luck Saint Realm’s energy.

A flight of stairs descended from the mountain peak to his feet.

Baili Zilin rushed up the stairs without any hesitation, but seconds later, he spurted a mouthful of blood.

“Damn it! The stairs exert pressure on me, and the pressure only increases the higher I climb.”

He glared at the mountain peak with ferocious eyes.

Ever since Chu Feng reached the mountain peak, he no longer thought it was an honor to leave his name there. All he wanted to do now was to quickly reach the top, raise the difficulty for the final challenge to the highest level, and turn this into a battle of external help.

He didn’t expect to take so long to reach the mountain peak when Chu Feng did it so quickly. It further annoyed him how the stairs were getting in his way even though he should have already cleared the challenge.

The pressure he felt made him so uncomfortable that he felt that he couldn’t surmount it. His mental state was starting to break down.

“Calm down, young master Zilin. Carefully perceive the pressure and let me know how you feel. I’ll find a countermeasure for you,” Jie Mubai said.

Baili Zilin was irritated, but he knew that he couldn’t give up now. He did as Jie Mubai told him.

Jie Mubai quickly found a countermeasure.

Baili Zilin, with Jie Mubai’s help, began making progress on the stairs, but it took him a day to reach the mountain peak. It was such a torturous journey that as soon as he reached the peak, he didn’t bother looking around before dropping to the ground.

He had burned himself out.

But the voice he heard right after dissipated his desire to rest.

“A mere flight of stairs got you so tired?”

Baili Zilin quickly got up to take a look.

Chu Feng was standing not far away, looking at him as if he was a clown.