Eternal Heavenly Emperor-Chapter 332 - 322: Asking for Embarrassment

Chu Hao rushed into Shahai Town and with a series of snaps, the Silver Dragon Armor on his body automatically fell off, his spiritual power having reached its limit, unable to sustain the operation of the armor.

He barely managed to store the armor into the Mustard Seed Ring, feeling as if his head was splitting apart, the discomfort indescribable.

Yet, being a Martial Sect and escaping from the hands of two Top Warriors would definitely astonish people if the word got out.

Chu Hao looked back and saw the two figures in black turning away and disappearing from his sight.

Hmph, he would definitely avenge this debt and force out the identity of the person behind the scenes.

Continuing along the main road, Chu Hao looked for an inn to settle down and recover from his injuries. Fat Cat had followed him and, disregardful of his wounded state, jumped onto his shoulder again.

This was a supply town, so even without an auction taking place, there were still many people coming and going on the streets.

Injuries were common for Martial Artists, so no one gave Chu Hao a second glance with his blood-stained appearance - it was all too common.

"Eh, it’s you!" When Chu Hao arrived in front of an inn, he saw a young man coming out. Upon seeing Chu Hao, the man hesitated for a moment but then recognized him and couldn’t help revealing a sneer.

Chu Hao glanced over and realized the person was Nalan Yufeng.

With his head pounding, he was in no mood for idle chatter. He gave Nalan Yufeng a glance and then withdrew his gaze, continuing towards the inn.

"Tsk, weren’t you acting tough a few days ago? Now that you see me, you’re so timid you don’t even say a word?" Nalan Yufeng scoffed. He had been nearly humiliated by Chu Hao a few days earlier and seeing Chu Hao in such a wretched state now was extremely satisfying for him.

Therefore, his opinion of Chu Hao took a nosedive.

Here in the domain of the Martial Sect, Chu Hao must’ve fought with some Martial Sect and been beaten bloody. What did that indicate?

He only had raw strength.

Strength was crucial for a Martial Artist, but without the ability to control it, the overall power wouldn’t amount to much.

In his view, Chu Hao must have had some dumb luck to have boosted his strength to such a frightening degree, but when it came to Combat Power, it was completely disparate – otherwise, how could he be so disheveled now?

Nalan Yufeng wouldn’t believe for a second that Chu Hao had just been fighting a bloody battle with two Warriors, let alone two Peak Warriors.

Chu Hao’s eyebrows knitted together slightly, and he beckoned with his finger, saying, "I remember you still owe me a punch, right? Come here, let’s settle it today."

Nalan Yufeng’s face flushed with embarrassment. That day, he claimed he would take a punch from Chu Hao. After Xu Ling intervened, the matter had been dropped, with no further mentions, but neither had declared the bet null.

Now that Chu Hao was bringing it up, should he acknowledge it or not?

The problem was, even as he looked down on Chu Hao, he couldn’t deny the latter’s terrifying strength. If he took the hit, he was sure to be severely injured.

Why would he willingly endure such unnecessary pain? Moreover, he was currently at a critical moment of breaking through to be a Warrior. If he got seriously hurt... then there would be no thoughts of making that breakthrough for several months.

The Sky Martial Star was entering a golden age of martial arts with geniuses emerging one after another. If he fell behind by a few months, he might be completely outpaced by his rivals.

Thus, although his face turned red, he didn’t nod his head in agreement.

"Hmph, don’t try to be brave with just words. Dare to fight me?" He challenged.

Although Chu Hao’s spirit was weakened to the extreme, he was far from fearing this youngster. Suppressing the pain in his head, he said, "Come over here, I’ll suppress you with just one hand."

Nalan Yufeng was infuriated to the point of madness. How dare Chu Hao, in his pathetic state, still talk so big! He knew how shameful it was, right? With a snort, he reached out and slapped towards Chu Hao.

But even though he looked down on Chu Hao, he didn’t overly exert himself with the slap, given Chu Hao’s "severe injuries."

Chu Hao casually grabbed him and Nalan Yufeng found himself in his grasp.

Having fought with two Warriors until nearly collapsing, Chu Hao had exhausted his Soul Power, but his Star Force and physical strength were barely touched. And how much effort did he need to subdue someone like Nalan Yufeng? Obviously, a single move was sufficient.

"How is this possible!" Nalan Yufeng stared at the large hand on his chest, incredulous. He could not fathom how he had been caught so quickly. He felt both confused and fearful because, with Chu Hao’s formidable strength, had that strike hit him squarely on the chest, he would have been done for.

Why was there such a large gap?

"You deliberately bid against me a few days ago, and I haven’t even settled that account with you yet, and you dare to provoke me?" Chu Hao snorted, flung his hand, and whoosh, Nalan Yufeng was thrown out, hitting the ground hard and raising a cloud of dust.

He tried to get up, but barely moving his hands, he found he couldn’t exert any strength. The body that had been halfway propped up immediately fell back down, feeling his insides filled with an alien Star Force, causing his skin to tingle and bones to soften.

There were already many people on the street, to begin with, and even more so around the inn with people constantly entering and exiting. Seeing Nalan Yufeng, they all expressed surprise.

"Isn’t that Nalan Yufeng from Water State?"

"Hehe, interesting, acting like a child and throwing a tantrum, now rolling on the ground,"

"You’re speaking too unkindly. He’s one of the top Heaven Talented individuals from Water State. Be careful he doesn’t come after you with a death wish,"

"Haha, me afraid of him? He may be a Heaven Talented from Water State, but do you think I, Lin Yun from Fire State, would be scared of him?"

Many people were astonished that Nalan Yufeng, so powerful, could be easily dealt with, but there were also quite a few who made sarcastic comments. After all, it was natural for the talents gathered here from the Nine States not to see eye to eye with each other.

Chu Hao had no time to pay attention to them. He turned and entered the inn, only to find, to his surprise, that it was fully booked. Thinking quickly, he went outside to pick up Nalan Yufeng, carried him to the innkeeper, and said, "Elder, he wants to cancel his room!"

Nalan Yufeng rolled his eyes. He had no intention of canceling his room, but upon seeing Chu Hao’s threatening gaze, he couldn’t help feeling intimidated. Fearing Chu Hao would beat him up in public, he quickly said, "I want to cancel my room."

The innkeeper was an old man in his sixties, but shockingly, he had the Cultivation of a War General. Even if they had broken through to become Top Warriors, they still had to be respectful in front of him. He looked at Chu Hao meaningfully for a moment before nodding, saying, "Alright, the room is yours."

Chu Hao chuckled, shoved Nalan Yufeng into a chair, and said, "Thanks."

Nalan Yufeng was so angry he wanted to vomit blood. He had intended to mock Chu Hao, who was covered in blood, hoping for a chance to watch the drama unfold. How could his own room get snatched away so easily? Yet, with no way to counter, what could he say?

After getting the key, Chu Hao followed a waiter to his own room.

There was a Formation guarding the entrance that could only be opened with the key; any forceful attempt would naturally attract the attention of the Experts in the inn. Moreover, this Formation was no simple matter; even Peak Warriors would find it difficult to tear through, so in terms of safety, this place was quite exceptional.

Chu Hao was well pleased. He threw himself on the bed and immediately fell asleep.

This sleep lasted for three days and nights. When he woke up, he felt completely refreshed and unusually light.

"Lucky little guy, your soul got refined a bit and made some progress," Fat Cat said while stroking his whiskers.

Chu Hao couldn’t help but smile and said, "Does that mean I should spar more with those who Cultivate Demonic Techniques?"

"You’re thinking too simply. It’s because this was your first encounter with a soul-level attack. Surviving it resulted in this backlash, but there won’t be such good fortune in the future," said Fat Cat, waving its paw.

Chu Hao paused for a moment and asked, "What exactly is the origin of Demonic Techniques, and why are they called that?"

"Actually, even I’m not quite sure," Fat Cat said, avoiding eye contact.

Great, Fat Cat definitely didn’t want to talk about it, always using ignorance as an excuse.

Chu Hao didn’t bother asking further. After all, he was too weak at the moment.

First, he needed to break through to become a Warrior.

He took out all the Spiritual Medicine from the Mustard Seed Ring, ready to consume them as soon as the opportunity arose.

During his previous time of reflection by the Heavenly Spring, he had observed enough. Now, the challenge was how to digest such insights and truly assimilate them.

He sat cross-legged, still as a rock.

"This kid has an incredibly high understanding, plus with his Bloodline Power, I estimate he’ll find the opportunity to break through in at most a month, and will genuinely break through in two months," Fat Cat thought to itself. Then it stretched lazily, "I’ve got nothing to do anyway, let me go for a stroll."

It disappeared in a flash, leaving the room as if the Formation’s restrictions had no effect on it.

Chu Hao cleared all distracting thoughts from his mind, focusing only on the Heavenly Spring, picturing it rising and falling. He imagined situating the Heavenly Spring within himself, simulating its surging motion flowing throughout his body.

Nine days went by, and it seemed like a Life Spring had truly formed within him, constantly erupting with Star Force, brimming with vitality.

But on the tenth day, Chu Hao shook his head, rejecting the idea. The position of the Life Spring was incorrect.

He entered a contemplative state again, reimagining the position of the Life Spring and going through the process of Derivation.

Wrong, wrong, wrong. He kept thinking he had found the right position but repeatedly denied himself. Before he knew it, a month had passed.

Fat Cat returned several times, each time astonished by the aura emanating from Chu Hao, murmuring to itself, "Good gracious, this kid’s talent is even more exceptional than I imagined; he’s already found the right direction so quickly."

"Even in the era I come from, this kid’s talent could have ranked in the top ten."

"Truly worthy of this Bloodline." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Half a month from now, he should be able to charge at becoming a Warrior. With his Bloodline and the support of so many Spiritual Medicines, opening the Life Spring should pose no problem."

"...Well, I’ll go play a bit longer. Just now on my walk, I saw someone caught a Snow Ginseng Chicken. That’s one of the most delicious and tender delicacies in the world. How could I miss out?" (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)