Martial God Asura Chapters 101-105: A Deadly Test and the Arrival of a World Spiritist

The mountain air behind Leaning Mountain Town was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and the distant echoes of reconstruction. Chu Feng stood alone, a golden pike shimmering in his hands, its light cutting through the dappled forest shade. For three days, he had poured himself into mastering the Bow of Hundred Transformations, his movements a blur of tyrannical force. Each sweep of the pike was like a serpent’s strike, vigorous and precise, capable of boring holes through distant trees with wind pressure alone. His aura, freshly thickened by the consumption of a thousand Spiritual Beads from City Lord Chen Hui, now pulsed steadily at the 8th level of the Spirit realm. The 5000 Spiritual Beads promised for first place in the upcoming New Excellence Assembly shimmered in his mind’s eye—a gateway to the 9th level, a crucial step in the grim, year-long countdown to his life-or-death battle with Gong Luyun.

Yet, even as his martial skill flourished, a cold prickle of awareness traced his spine. His Spirit power, that unique and sharp sense, flared. Someone was there, concealed within the verdant shadows, their aura expertly hidden but not invisible to his perception. The presence was strong, undoubtedly above his own level. Chu Feng’s grip tightened on the pike, his body coiling as he cast a sharp gaze into the dense thicket. “Who’s there?”

A strange, amused laughter rippled from the forest. “You really do have Spirit power, and it’s even so sharp. No wonder that old guy had good impressions of you.”

From between the trees, a young man strolled out unhurriedly. He was handsome, only a few years older than Chu Feng, with a faint, amiable smile playing on his lips. But Chu Feng’s senses screamed a warning; behind that pleasant facade was a chilling, unmistakable killing intent. The man’s identity clicked into place even before he spoke—Leng Wuzui, the second genius of the Azure Dragon School, the only other core disciple known to possess Spirit power.

“Who are you?” Chu Feng demanded, every muscle taut.

“No need to be so nervous. As for my identity, you should even call me ‘senior’. As for my name, Leng Wuzui.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Ahh? You are indeed worthy of having Spirit power. Already saw through the reason why I was looking for you, huh?”

“You want to help Gong Luyun?” Chu Feng’s mind raced, his Spirit power stretching to its limits, mapping the terrain for an escape route.

“I am not helping Gong Luyun. He is not qualified to let me do things for him. I am only sweeping away obstructions for myself.” Leng Wuzui chuckled, taking a slow, deliberate step forward.

Chu Feng delayed, backing away. “How do you know I have Spirit power? We haven’t even met before. How did I become an obstruction?”

“You don’t need to know about that. Also, I would advise you to give up the thought of escaping. You cannot escape in front of me.” Leng Wuzui’s confidence was absolute, a product of his terrifying cultivation at the 9th level of the Origin realm.

“That may not be so.” Seeing his ploy seen through, Chu Feng acted. In a simultaneous burst, he operated his Mysterious Technique and unleashed the Imperial Sky Technique. Spiritual energy erupted under his feet, propelling him backward in a gust of wind, a blur shooting into the forest depths.

“You have quite some methods, but sadly, your cultivation is too low.” Leng Wuzui’s cold smile lingered in the air as he gave chase. His speed was not from any fancy bodily martial skill but from the pure, overwhelming power of his cultivation. The gap between the 8th level of the Spirit realm and the 9th level of the Origin realm was a chasm, and it showed. Despite Chu Feng pushing the Imperial Sky Technique to its limit, Leng Wuzui closed the distance with terrifying ease, the oppressive pressure of the Origin realm slowing Chu Feng’s movements.

“Give it up. With your current cultivation, no matter how much better your talent is, you will not be able to escape from my hands.” Leng Wuzui pointed a finger, and a radiant beam of light exploded forth, piercing through several massive trees in an instant, unerringly aimed at Chu Feng’s back.

A surge of desperation fueled Chu Feng. “Want to kill me? It won’t be that easy!” He gritted his teeth, and the white wind swirling around his feet dissipated, replaced by crackling, dark-blue lightning. This was different from his Three Thunder Styles—this was the middle stage of the Imperial Sky Technique. Lightning snakes coiled around his ankles, and with his next step, he vanished, appearing over a dozen meters away. His speed multiplied unbelievably, allowing him to dodge the deadly beam and put fresh distance between them.

Behind him, Leng Wuzui expressed a hint of surprise. “What a mysterious technique. That is absolutely not a martial skill from my Azure Dragon School.” His steps then changed, performing abstruse footwork that doubled his speed, bringing him back onto Chu Feng’s tail even faster than before.

Chu Feng’s heart sank. Damn it. I still can’t get rid of him? The radiant beams came again, this time in a volley like deadly rain, almost impossible to dodge. It was a rank 5 skill, its power under Leng Wuzui’s hand far beyond Chu Feng’s ability to withstand. A direct hit would shred him.

But just then, a familiar, comforting aura bloomed behind him. This aura? A figure in white, graceful as a ghost, materialized. It was Su Rou.

With a casual wave of her sleeve, Profound power condensed into a shimmering, mirror-like barrier before her. Leng Wuzui’s attacks struck it and, with a series of bang bang bangs, were forcefully reflected back, their speed even doubled. Leng Wuzui, calm and skilled, evaded them all with fluid movements.

“Elder Su Rou.” Relief flooded Chu Feng. He had witnessed her strength before, and the aura she emitted now was unmistakable—she had entered the Profound realm. Her timely appearance was a lifeline.

Su Rou stood between them, a charming yet dangerous smile on her lips. “Although I knew that people would harm Chu Feng, I never would have thought that it would be you. I thought you didn’t get along with Gong Luyun? Why are you helping him?”

Leng Wuzui chuckled. “Ho…Interesting. Why do you two think that I must be helping Gong Luyun if I attack Chu Feng? Can’t it be for personal grudges?” His tone then turned sly. “However, senior Su Rou, I quite admire your methods. Gao Le and the Zhao Shi brothers, no matter what you say, were core disciples of the Azure Dragon School. How did you have the heart to kill him?”

Su Rou’s expression shifted to genuine confusion. “I killed Gao Le? I don’t understand what you mean!”

“Oh? Your acting is quite nice, and you are quite vicious. It seems that you cannot be left alone.” A dark, cold smile crept onto Leng Wuzui’s face.

“Quite a tone you have there. You dare to speak to me like that with your mere 9th level of the Origin realm?” Su Rou’s face turned cold. “As an elder of the Azure Dragon School, I must give you a lesson.” Profound power began to gather around her.

But before she could move, the entire mountain forest groaned under a new, boundless pressure. The trees shook, and the very air grew heavy. An aged, sinister voice echoed around them. “If you want to give Zui’er a lesson, you need to pass through me first!”

Chu Feng and Su Rou were stunned. This pressure… it was Profound realm, and stronger than Su Rou’s! From the forest emerged an old man, not even five feet tall, dressed in black, his wrinkled face etched with fierceness. He seemed frail, on the brink of collapse, but the terrifying aura saturating the clearing was undeniably his.

“Ancestor,” Leng Wuzui greeted respectfully.

Su Rou’s eyes narrowed. “Ancestor of the Leng family. I never would have thought even you came out.”

“Zui’er is the hope of my Leng family. Those who block his path will be removed at all costs,” the Leng ancestor said, his faint smile utterly frightening. “Even if lady Su Rou has a special identity, my Leng family will not have any mercy.”

“Your meaning is that you will eradicate me, Su Rou, as well?” “Lady Su Rou. Why ask when you already know the answer?”

“Hmph. That’ll depend if you have the ability or not.” Su Rou grabbed Chu Feng’s arm, intending to flee. Yet, the pressure crushing down on them intensified exponentially, forming an invisible cage that locked them in place. Su Rou’s face paled. “3rd level of the Profound realm!!”

The difference was insurmountable. Under the ancestor’s overwhelming might, she couldn’t even struggle, let alone escape. Chu Feng was in an even worse state; without Su Rou using her own aura to protect him, the pressure alone would have suffocated him.

The Leng ancestor approached, each step a death knell. “Lady Su Rou, if you need to blame something, you can only blame yourself for being so nosy.” He raised a palm, terrifying Profound power coalescing into a ball of destructive energy. “No need for you to say. I know what situation my Leng family would be in if your father knew about this. Sadly, he will never know that you were killed by me.”

Just as he was about to strike, a new voice permeated the clearing. It was strange, coming from everywhere and nowhere, quiet yet soul-shaking. “How do you know that Su Rou’s father won’t know about this?”

“Who?!” The Leng ancestor whirled around, horrified. Leng Wuzui immediately spread out his Spirit power to locate the speaker, but the moment he did, he cried out in agony, clutching his head and collapsing to his knees.

“Zui’er, what happened?!” The ancestor rushed to his side.

Leng Wuzui’s face was ashen, his eyes wide with primal terror. His lips trembled. “It’s…It’s..It’s a World Spiritist!”

“What?!” The ancestor’s expression shattered. A World Spiritist! Such a figure was a legend, a powerhouse. Why would one be here?

“Ancestor, run!!” Leng Wuzui screamed, a sudden realization dawning with horrific clarity.

The ancestor didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Leng Wuzui and bolted. Bang! “Ahh!” He cried out, bouncing back as if he had slammed into an invisible wall. Bzz… A half-transparent, shimmering wall rippled into visibility where he had collided. It quickly spread, sealing them within a shrinking, cube-like prison.

“Haa!” The ancestor roared, gathering all his Profound power into a mighty punch against the seemingly fragile wall. The impact produced a deafening boom, shaking the earth and cracking the ground under Chu Feng’s feet, but the wall didn’t even flicker. The ancestor’s fist, however, was left bloody and injured. “What is this thing?!” Panic set in as he launched a relentless barrage of attacks, to no avail. The wall continued its inexorable contraction.

Leng Wuzui, trembling violently, stared blankly at their doom. “Ancestor, this…this…this is a Spirit Formation!”

Before their horrified eyes, the Spirit Formation shrank further. Poof! Leng Wuzui suddenly fell to his knees within the prison, kowtowing desperately, his forehead smashing against the ground until it bled. “Master, I know I have wronged. Please give me one more chance!”

The aged voice spoke again, calm and merciless. “You clearly knew that you shouldn’t have done that, yet you still did. You are simply not putting me in your eyes.”

A figure materialized outside the Spirit Formation as if he had always been there. He wore a long white robe covered in mysterious symbols, with only a pair of sharp eyes visible. Chu Feng, Su Rou, and Leng Wuzui all recognized him instantly: Zhuge Liuyun, the enigmatic guest elder of the Azure Dragon School, the World Spiritist from the Imperial Sky Sage’s tomb.

“Elder Zhuge!” Su Rou breathed.

Chu Feng’s mind reeled. He’s that Elder Zhuge?

“Master, I really know that I’ve wronged!” Leng Wuzui continued to beg.

“I already gave you a chance,” Zhuge Liuyun stated, his tone devoid of emotion. “I told you to not attack Chu Feng. However, you were too slow. Before I appeared, you still didn’t know that the person who was hiddenly protecting Chu Feng was me.”

As he spoke, he slightly raised a hand. The Spirit Formation contracted faster.

Seeing his fate sealed, Leng Wuzui’s fear twisted into rage. He stood, pointing a shaking finger at Zhuge. “Zhuge Liuyun! I followed you for a full 3 years and faithfully handled matters for you! Why are you killing me for that little boy? You are a cold-blooded monster!!!”

His curses fell on deaf ears. The Spirit Formation closed in, a silent, grisly compression. A sickening crunch echoed, and then silence. The transparent cube was now filled with a pulpy mass of blood and flesh. With a wave of his sleeve, Zhuge Liuyun drew the blood-filled Spirit Formation toward himself. In a bizarre and shocking spectacle, the entire formation, contents and all, was absorbed into his body, leaving not a single trace behind.

Chu Feng felt a chill that had nothing to do with the mountain air. Su Rou’s face was pale, a mix of shock and revulsion in her eyes. The man’s methods were as ruthless as they were incomprehensible.

“Elder Su Rou, please step away for a moment. I have something that I want to say to Chu Feng alone.” Zhuge Liuyun’s voice was now gentle, as if the execution had been a trivial chore.

“Yes sir.” Su Rou hesitated but complied, casting a final, concerned glance at Chu Feng before melting into the forest.

Once alone, Chu Feng quickly bowed. “Elder Zhuge, on that day in the tomb, I did not know who you were. Please forgive me.”

Zhuge Liuyun chuckled, a dry, rustling sound. “Haha, Chu Feng, no need to hang onto that. If I really had investigated, you wouldn’t have lived until today. Actually, the reason why I came to look for you is to take you as my disciple.”

The words were so direct they stole Chu Feng’s breath. “Is that true?” To become a World Spiritist’s disciple—to learn the Spirit Formation Technique, to gain a status that would guarantee cultivation resources—it was a dream he hadn’t dared to fully entertain.

“Don’t be so happy yet. To become the disciple of me, Zhuge Liuyun, you need to pass my test.” He chuckled again, but the sound held no warmth.

“Master, no matter what test it is, I am willing to accept it.” Chu Feng half-knelt, paying his respects firmly.

Seemingly pleased, Zhuge Liuyun nodded. From his Cosmos Sack, he produced an ancient, worn book and handed it to Chu Feng. “This is the cultivating method of the Spirit Formation Technique. If you can grasp the early stage of the Spirit Formation power within one month, I will accept you as my disciple.”

“Thank you, master!” Chu Feng accepted the book eagerly, his heart soaring.

“Don’t be happy too early. Within a month, without my guidance, it would be quite good if you could comprehend one-tenth of it.” Zhuge Liuyun’s tone turned icy. “Remember. If you cannot comprehend one-tenth of it after a month, not only will I not accept you as my disciple, I will kill you as well. Haha…”

His strange laughter hung in the air as his body seemed to dissolve into the surroundings, leaving Chu Feng alone with the heavy old book and an even heavier ultimatum. The coldness in those final words was unmistakably real.

Meanwhile, Su Rou wandered the forest periphery, her thoughts troubled. Chu Feng catching Zhuge Liuyun’s eye was momentous, but the elder’s terrifying nature made the future uncertain.

Suddenly, Zhuge Liuyun appeared before her without a sound, causing her heart to jump. “Elder Su Rou, I have something to discuss with you.”

“Elder Zhuge, if you have anything, please go ahead and say it,” she said, forcing calm respect.

“I don’t want to know what goal you have by helping Chu Feng. But, from now on, you cannot follow behind him. I want him to face challenges by himself. I’m sure you understand.” His tone was gravely final, laced with a clear threat.

“I understand,” Su Rou replied, not daring to retort.

“Mm, bid farewell to that boy and then do what you need to do.” With a wave of his sleeve, he was gone, his attitude toward her a world apart from the interest he showed Chu Feng. Su Rou frowned, swallowing her frustration. Power dictated respect, and Zhuge Liuyun had it in abundance.

Back in the clearing, Chu Feng was already poring over the book when he sensed her return. He looked up and grinned. “Elder Su Rou, thank you for your help earlier.”

“You people with Spirit power are really quite scary. It’s simply like you have eyes behind your back.” She smiled, a thousand graces returning to her demeanor as she approached. “But no need to thank me. It was Su Mei who entrusted me to look after you.” Her smile turned wry. “That being said, you’re quite bold, challenging Gong Luyun. I don’t even know whether to praise your courageousness or scold your idiocy.”

“Hehe.” Chu Feng could only scratch his head and laugh sheepishly.

Noticing the book, Su Rou asked, “Mm? What are you reading?”

“Heh, this is quite the impressive thing. With it, I can become a World Spiritist.” He showed her the cover: Spirit Formation Technique.

Su Rou’s beautiful face registered sheer shock. “Elder Zhuge took you as a disciple?” The disparity was staggering. Leng Wuzui had served for three years and gained nothing but death. Chu Feng, after one meeting, held the coveted technique in his hands.

“How would it be that easy? He wants me to grasp the early stage within one month. This book is quite difficult,” Chu Feng said, downplaying the lethal stakes. He didn’t mention the death threat, nor did he reveal that after a brief perusal, he already felt a glimmer of understanding, a tantalizing knack for the complex symbols and theories.

“You must have gotten the good luck from your past life,” Su Rou said, genuine happiness for him cutting through her apprehension. “If you can become his disciple, you should be able to keep your life in the arranged battle in a year.”

“No,” Chu Feng said, his expression hardening, determination blazing in his eyes. “One year later, not only will I keep my life, I will kill him.”

The ferocity in his tone startled her. Looking at him—this 15-year-old with a mind and ruthlessness beyond his years—a strange conviction took root. She could almost believe he would do it. But that belief came with fear. “Chu Feng, do not underestimate Gong Luyun. His family controls a first-rate city, ranked top three in the Azure Province. Its strength is no weaker than the Azure Dragon School. The most important thing is that Gong Luyun’s grandfather has a very close relationship with the Qilin Prince Mansion. If something bad happened to his Gong family, the Qilin Prince Mansion would intervene.”

She leaned in, her voice earnest. “So, in the battle one year later, you can win, but you cannot kill him. Or else, even Zhuge Liuyun cannot protect you.”

The warning landed heavily on Chu Feng. He was not so reckless as to ignore such a background. His desire for vengeance had to be tempered by reality; his actions could bring catastrophe to his family. He sank into deep thought, the weight of his promise growing more complex.

Su Rou stayed a while longer, advising caution, speaking of the patience needed for a man’s revenge. She hinted that her own family, who also controlled a powerful city, would offer help if needed, at least to preserve his life. Chu Feng connected the dots—her influence explained City Lord Chen Hui’s favorable treatment. He didn’t press, simply storing the knowledge away.

After Su Rou finally departed, Chu Feng returned to the quiet of his room in the rebuilt Leaning Mountain Town. He closed the door, shutting out the world. In the solitary silence, he opened the ancient book once more, its pages crackling with promise and peril. The symbols within were no longer just ink; they were the keys to a new destiny, the path to becoming a World Spiritist, and his only hope of surviving Zhuge Liuyun’s deadly test. The countdown of one month had begun, its silent ticks echoing alongside the one-year deadline for his battle with Gong Luyun. His future, balanced on a knife’s edge, depended on mastering the mysteries held within his hands.