Martial God Asura Chapters 71-75: Alliance Strife, Thunderous Power, and the Azure Dragon Flower Garden

The atmosphere in the Wings Alliance hall was thick with unspoken tensions and simmering rivalries. It was a gathering meant to discuss the future—specifically, the fate of the alliance as its strongest members, including Chu Feng, Su Mei, and Situ Yu, prepared to depart for the core disciple exam. Yet, the undercurrents of jealousy and pride threatened to shatter the facade of unity long before any official business began.

The spark came from an unexpected, intimate corner. A big-chested female member, perhaps emboldened by the informal setting, had taken the seat directly beside Chu Feng, engaging him in light conversation. Her actions were innocent enough, but they drew the immediate, fiery attention of Su Mei. The inner court’s number one beauty stormed over, her delicate features set in a stormy glare.

“Little Mei, you…” the woman stammered, her face paling as she recognized the danger.

“I’m telling you to stand up!” Su Mei’s aggressive bellow cut through the murmur of the hall, leaving a stunned silence in its wake.

The woman scrambled to her feet, head bowed, and hurriedly moved to a seat beside Situ Yu as commanded. The entire exchange was a silent proclamation. To every watching member, it was glaringly obvious: Su Mei was jealous. The revelation sent subtle shockwaves through the room. The unattainable Su Mei, the object of countless desires, was displaying possessive anger over Chu Feng, the recently-arrived prodigy. Situ Yu, sitting stiffly nearby, tried to mask his irritation, but a flicker of pained jealousy in his eyes betrayed him.

Chu Feng, for his part, merely chuckled. “You’re quite fierce. There was no need to treat her like that, right?”

“I do what I want. What can you do about it?” Su Mei shot back, turning her head away with a huff, though the redness at the tips of her ears suggested her anger was a fragile shield.

The meeting proceeded, with Situ Yu announcing the twelve participants for the exam and discussing the critical issue of the alliance’s leadership in the core zone. He proposed they re-establish the Wings Alliance there, a suggestion that required choosing a new alliance master. The members, almost in unison, began recommending Situ Yu for the position.

“Ah, everyone here is a dragon among men. I’m sure no one is willing to live under someone else’s charity. Let’s be fair. You can speak your real thoughts,” Situ Yu demurred, his false humility poorly concealing his pleasure.

Hypocrite, Chu Feng thought, dismissing the proceedings. His attention was solely on Su Mei, who sat with her chin in her hands, gazing blankly at the ceiling, clearly not listening to a word.

“Oi, are you angry?” Chu Feng leaned over, a playful smile on his lips.

“Who’s angry? Angry at who? Who’s worth me being angry at?” she retorted, though her tone had lost its earlier edge.

Seeing an opportunity to lift her mood, Chu Feng offered, “How about I tell you a story?” He then launched into a simple tale about three little white rabbits and a mushroom, a story so innocently silly that Su Mei couldn’t help but laugh. Her beautiful, ringing laughter echoed in the hall, a sound so out of place amidst the serious discussions that it drew every eye.

Chu Feng, encouraged, prepared another story. This blatant disregard, this intimate bubble of amusement between Chu Feng and the girl he coveted, was the final straw for Situ Yu’s composure. His brother, Situ Liang, acting on the unspoken fury he saw in Situ Yu’s eyes, slammed his hand on the table and stood.

“My brother is speaking right now! Quiet down!” Situ Liang barked, pointing directly at Chu Feng.

The hall froze. All amusement vanished from Chu Feng’s face. He stood calmly, walked over to Situ Liang with measured steps, and without a word, swung his hand.

Smack!

The crisp sound of the slap was a gunshot in the quiet room. The force was tremendous, spinning Situ Liang to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood along with three white front teeth. Gasps erupted around them. Chu Feng had just publicly assaulted the future alliance master’s brother.

Looking down at the groaning Situ Liang, Chu Feng pointed a finger at him and repeated the command with icy finality. “You quiet down when I’m talking.”

The Flames of Confrontation

Enraged and humiliated, Situ Liang scrambled to his feet, his aura of the 8th level of the Spirit realm exploding outwards. “I’ll kill you!” he screamed, charging madly at Chu Feng. The response was dismissive. Chu Feng simply raised his leg and kicked. Situ Liang flew across the room like a ragdoll, crashing into a wall with a sickening thud, his attack utterly crushed.

The display of raw power—a 7th level disciple effortlessly dominating an 8th level—sent a chill through many Wings Alliance members who were seeing Chu Feng’s capabilities for the first time.

“Chu Feng, you went too far!” Situ Yu finally rose, his voice trembling with suppressed rage. “The Wings Alliance members are like a family. What is the meaning of this?”

“Family?” Chu Feng’s laugh was cold. “Did he see me as family? Do you see me as family? Let me tell you this. Don’t try to play these tricks in front of me. Whoever I, Chu Feng, want to hit, I will hit, regardless of who they are.”

“Who you want to hit, you hit? I will see how much skill you have today to be that arrogant!” Situ Yu’s aura began to rise, ready to clash.

“Stop!” Su Mei intervened, stepping between them. “What are you doing? Infighting? Tomorrow is the exam! Do you want to go in injured?”

“Little Mei, you saw everything. It’s not that I want to attack him, it’s just that he’s…” Situ Yu tried to justify himself.

“I saw it all. Situ Liang was in the wrong just now.” Su Mei’s declaration was swift and unequivocal. She sided with Chu Feng without hesitation.

The words were a dagger to Situ Yu’s heart. His pretense of calm shattered. “Chu Feng, as a man, don’t stand behind a woman. Don’t you like to fight? Today, I’ll keep you company to the end!”

“That’s fine. You think I’d be scared of you?” Chu Feng shot back, gently pulling Su Mei behind him. A surge of spiritual energy from him enveloped her, a pressure so profound it felt Origin-level, stunning her into momentary silence.

Trying to salvage some dignity, Situ Yu vowed, “As the alliance master, I look at the general situation. I will not use any martial skills. I don’t want to injure you. I’m only giving face to Elder Su Rou and Elder Ouyang.”

“Quite a tone,” Chu Feng sneered. “Let’s see who’s going easy on who.”

The fight was brutally one-sided. Chu Feng moved like lightning. Before Situ Yu could properly react, a whip-like leg lashed out. Situ Yu raised an arm to block, only to feel an impact like a mountain. His arm went numb, and the force lifted him into the air. Though he managed a graceful flip to land, he had no time to recover. Chu Feng was already upon him, a fist connecting squarely with his face.

Puu!

Situ Yu tumbled across the floor, his cheek swelling instantly. The crowd was stunned. The strongest disciple in the inner court, at the 9th level of the Spirit realm, had been knocked around using pure physical strength by a 7th level disciple.

Humiliation burned in Situ Yu’s eyes. “You only won because I didn’t use martial skills! If I did, you’d have no chance!”

“Then stop talking and show me,” Chu Feng taunted, waving him forward.

The Thunder Suppresses the Golden Lion

With a furious bellow, Situ Yu’s body underwent a monstrous transformation. His muscles bulged, his skin and hair turned a shining gold, and his eyes glowed red. The air around him grew heavy with bestial power.

“The Transformation of the Golden Lion! A rank 4 strengthening skill!” whispers spread. “He’s cultivated it to such a stage! Chu Feng is finished now. No physical strength can break that defense.”

Situ Yu looked like a golden beast. “Admit defeat now, Chu Feng, or I cannot guarantee I won’t harm you,” his voice was a guttural roar.

Chu Feng’s response was a strange smile. He suddenly turned and dashed out of the residence door. The crowd, thinking he was fleeing, rushed after them.

Outside, in the open courtyard, Chu Feng stood waiting, making a beckoning gesture. Enraged, Situ Yu charged, each step cracking the stone beneath his feet.

Then, Chu Feng unleashed his power. With a thought, a pili pala crackling erupted from his body. White lightning erupted from him, enveloping him in a crackling, terrifying aura of pure destruction. The ground at his feet shattered into dust, and deep holes were blasted around him by stray arcs of energy. The might and pressure completely dwarfed Situ Yu’s Golden Lion form.

“What… what is this?!” the spectators cried out in shock and fear.

Before anyone could process it, Chu Feng extended a finger. A blinding ray of lightning shot forth and struck Situ Yu squarely in the chest.

Bang!

“Ahhh!” Situ Yu was blasted dozens of meters back, his transformation dissolving as he landed in a heap, groaning in pain. The lightning on Chu Feng vanished as quickly as it appeared, leaving only the scarred ground as evidence.

Situ Liang ran to his brother, tears in his eyes, screaming at Chu Feng, “Are you crazy? You wanted to kill him!”

But Situ Yu slowly stood up. He looked at his chest, where the blow had landed, and let out a sigh of utter defeat. Clasping his hands, he said in a shamed voice, “Chu Feng, thank you for holding back. My skill cannot match yours. I lose.”

The admission was a thunderclap. Chu Feng had not only won; he had controlled his terrifying power to avoid serious injury. The message was clear: he was in a completely different league.

“No need for thanks. I spared you for Su Mei’s sake,” Chu Feng said dismissively. “Little Mei, let’s go. I’ll walk you back.” He turned and left, Su Mei quickly falling into step beside him, leaving the Wings Alliance members in a state of stunned, complicated silence. The legend of Chu Feng was no longer rumor; it was a frightening, undeniable reality.

A Warning and a New Challenge

Outside Su Mei’s residence, her concern resurfaced, now directed at Chu Feng himself. “You can’t go on like this,” she said seriously.

“What do you mean?” “Even with Spirit power, you can’t cultivate so recklessly! Cultivation emphasizes gradual progress! Breaking through too fast burdens the body and ruins your future comprehension!” Her words were emotional, born of genuine worry. “My family could have pushed me to the 9th level at age twelve. But I didn’t, because that path leads to a dead end at the Origin realm! Do you understand?”

Chu Feng’s heart warmed at her concern, but it also ached because he could not explain the truth. His body, fused with the Divine Lightning, was not bound by those normal restrictions. His rapid growth only made him stronger. But that was a secret he could never share.

“I understand. I’ll pay attention,” he said with a soft, appeasing smile.

“Do your best. I don’t want you to ruin a brilliant future for short-term power,” Su Mei said, still angry at his seemingly casual attitude. She turned and entered her residence, leaving Chu Feng with a profound sense of gratitude for having someone who cared so deeply.

The dawn of the core disciple exam arrived, crisp and full of promise. For Chu Feng, the core zone represented true challenge, a realm with experts like Su Rou, and a place that would force him to grow stronger. The exam was held in a massive, ever-changing underground palace far more complex and dangerous than the inner court’s version.

In the main hall, the three major alliances gathered. The Wings Alliance’s twelve members stood in stark contrast to the thirty sent by both the Sword Alliance and the World Alliance. Mocking laughter greeted them.

“Only twelve people? Is that all the mighty Wings Alliance can muster?” Jian Fengyi of the Sword Alliance sneered, standing alongside the alliance master of the World Alliance. The two groups, usually rivals, seemed suspiciously cordial.

Situ Yu ignored them, focusing on his team. “Remember, the tunnels are individual. It’s a test of personal strength. The real goal is the Azure Dragon Flower Garden beyond the palace. It’s filled with spiritual medicines as rewards. But we must exit the garden within four hours, or we fail.”

As he spoke, Su Mei whispered to Chu Feng, her eyes dreamy. “My sister says deep in the garden, there’s a flower called the 7-Coloured Flower. It’s incredibly rare and beautiful. I’d love to see one.”

“Don’t worry,” Chu Feng said confidently. “I’ll certainly let you see them.”

“Don’t speak nonsense. Finding one is pure luck,” she chided, not believing him.

As they passed the Sword Alliance, Chu Feng suddenly stopped in front of Jian Fengyi. He locked eyes with the young man who had once tried to kill him in the inner court exam. His voice was low and deadly serious. “Don’t let me see you in the Azure Dragon Flower Garden. Or else, I will beat you so badly even your mother won’t be able to recognize you.”

Without waiting for a retort, he walked away, leaving Jian Fengyi seething with humiliated fury.

Plots and Prodigies

“Who is that arrogant brat?” the World Alliance master asked, shocked.

“A dead man walking,” Jian Fengyi spat. The two then huddled together, their conversation shifting to conspiratorial whispers. “Are you sure the mechanism decoding map is correct?” the World Alliance master asked.

“Absolutely. Follow it, and your people will pass safely. Just be quick. We need to surround the Wings Alliance in the garden. Not a single one of them should pass this exam,” Jian Fengyi confirmed.

“Hehe, perfect. Those ‘geniuses’ will be humiliated for the entire inner court to see.” “Geniuses?” Jian Fengyi scoffed. “They’re just arrogant fools. Remember what happened to all the proud Wings Alliance seniors when they reached the core zone and met him?”

“Gong Luyun…” the World Alliance master breathed, his face filling with awe at the name of the Azure Dragon School’s current number one disciple, a prodigy rumored to be nearing the Profound realm.

Elder Su Rou’s arrival silenced all chatter. After explaining the rules, the tunnel entrances groaned open. The candidates surged forward, their fates now tied to their own strength and the traps that awaited.

For Chu Feng, the labyrinth of shifting blades and deadly mechanisms was not an obstacle but a playground. A smile touched his lips. This is perfect for testing the Imperial Sky Technique.

With a thought, wind swirled at his feet. The rank 7 movement skill, even in its early stages, granted him speed unimaginable to Spirit realm cultivators. He became a blur, not bothering to decipher safe paths but simply darting over and around the mechanisms with impossible agility. The terrifying core disciple exam became a trivial sprint. In mere moments, he burst out of the tunnel’s exit and into the breathtaking vista of the Azure Dragon Flower Garden.

Emerald grass stretched before him, dotted with vibrant, exotic flora. The air was sweet with fragrance, and birdsong filled the sky. It was a paradise, but Chu Feng’s mind was analytical. He immediately spread his Spirit power, mapping the area. Spiritual medicines were abundant, but only the top-quality Spiritual Bead held value for him. His true goal, however, was the elusive 7-Coloured Flower for Su Mei.

Meanwhile, in the observation room, elders monitoring the mechanism triggers were baffled. “Elder Su Rou, why hasn’t Chu Feng moved? Has he given up?” one asked, noting that the traps in his tunnel remained completely untouched.

Intrigued and concerned, Su Rou led a group to inspect the tunnel personally. When they opened it, they found the mechanisms pristine and the chamber empty. The implication was staggering. Chu Feng had traversed the entire deadly course without triggering a single trap, a feat typically only possible for Origin realm experts with profound movement skills.

A wave of astonishment washed over the elders. Su Rou, however, slowly closed her eyes, a profound realization dawning on her. This scene, this display of transcendent talent from a low-level cultivator, was hauntingly familiar. It reminded her of another genius from years past—the founder of the Wings Alliance himself, a monster who swept through the core zone and reached the Profound realm at the age of sixteen. In Chu Feng, she saw the same terrifying, boundless potential. He was not just talented; he was of that same rare, world-defying breed. As Chu Feng vanished into the depths of the Azure Dragon Flower Garden, unaware of the conspiracy waiting for him and his allies, his journey into the heart of the Azure Dragon School’s power structure had truly, and spectacularly, begun.