Martial God Asura Chapters 76-80: Chu Feng's Wrath and a Shocking Talent Revelation
The heavy door to the Azure Dragon Flower Garden groaned open, spilling sunlight into the dark tunnel. Su Mei, her light frame trembling with excitement and exertion, stepped through, a smile already gracing her lips. She had made it. Core disciple status and the legendary 7-Coloured Flowers were now within her grasp. But the warm air that hit her face carried the metallic scent of blood, and the scene that greeted her when her eyes adjusted froze the smile in place, replacing it with sheer, gut-wrenching shock.
Her friend and alliance master of the Wings Alliance, Situ Yu, was kneeling on the ground, his face a mask of blood. He was trying desperately to push himself up, his body trembling with the effort. Before he could rise, a boot slammed down onto his back, driving him back into the dirt with a sickening crunch. A mouthful of crimson sprayed from his lips. The boot belonged to Jian Fengyi, alliance master of the Sword Alliance. Standing beside him with a cruel smirk was Luowu, master of the World Alliance.
“What are you doing?!” Su Mei’s cry was a mixture of horror and fury.
Luowu’s eyes lit up with a predatory gleam. “Oh? Isn’t this the #1 beauty in the inner court, Su Mei?”
“Su Mei, run! They’ve joined hands!” Situ Yu managed to yell before Jian Fengyi’s foot found his stomach again, silencing him with a pained gasp.
Run? How could she? Anger overriding sense, Su Mei charged. But her 8th level Spirit realm strength was no match for the two 9th level experts. She was swiftly subdued, bound with a special rope that sapped her spiritual energy, rendered helpless as she watched the nightmare unfold.
“What do you want?!” she snarled.
Jian Fengyi smiled coldly. “We just want your Wings Alliance members to be broken here. Every single one will fail this year’s exam.”
Su Mei threatened them with her elder sister, Su Rou, but Luowu only laughed. “When we become core disciples, can she even do anything to us? We’re not afraid of you or your sister.”
One by one, the arriving Wings Alliance members who had passed the underground palace mechanisms were ambushed. Soon, eleven of the twelve members were captured, beaten, and humiliated. What shocked Su Mei and Situ Yu was that even the weaker 7th level Spirit realm members of the Sword and World Alliances had passed the trials with shocking speed. The garden meant for celebration had become a prison yard for torture.
Luowu, growing bored, eyed the still-closed door. “Why hasn’t that boy passed yet? He wouldn’t have failed, right?”
“He better have failed, or else he’ll be the most miserable one here,” Jian Fengyi sneered.
“When Chu Feng comes, he will not let you go!” Su Mei spat, her confidence in him a blazing torch in the darkness.
“Oh? So that’s his name. Your lover, is he?” Luowu chuckled, walking over to her. He knelt, his gaze lecherous. “Your eyes are a bit too bad. How can you like such a weak person?” He reached out, gripping her chin. “Let me have a taste.”
As his lips, thick and unpleasant, moved toward her face, Su Mei braced for violation. But it never came.
“DIE!”
The roar was thunder given voice. A blur of motion, a gust of wind, and Chu Feng materialized beside Luowu like an avenging specter. His hand shot out, an eagle’s claw of iron, and seized Luowu by the throat, slamming him into the ground with earth-shaking force.
“You want to kiss? I’ll let you kiss. I’ll let you damn kiss.”
There was no ceremony, no grand speech. Pure, unadulterated rage guided Chu Feng’s left fist as it became a piston of retribution. Bang! Bang! Bang! The sounds were wet and crushing, aimed squarely at Luowu’s mouth. Teeth shattered, jawbone cracked, and a mouthful of blood and dental debris pooled in Luowu’s ruined maw.
“Swallow it back down,” Chu Feng commanded, his voice colder than winter ice. He clamped Luowu’s mouth shut with his hands. The alliance master’s struggles were pathetic, futile twitches. With a final, gurgling convulsion, he was forced to swallow the wreckage of his own smile. His body went limp, white foam bubbling at his lips, eyes rolling back.
Silence, thick and terrified, blanketed the garden. The Sword and World Alliance members stared, their blood running cold. Jian Fengyi’s confident smirk had vanished, replaced by pallid shock. He knew Luowu’s strength intimately. For Chu Feng to dismantle him so utterly, so savagely, meant the purple-robed youth before them operated on an entirely different plane.
Chu Feng rose. His face was an icy mask, his eyes twin glaciers emitting a killing intent so palpable it seemed to chill the very sunlight. He turned his gaze, first to Su Mei, seeing her bound and distressed, then to the battered, bruised forms of his fellow alliance members. The cold in his eyes deepened.
“Little Mei,” he said, his voice deceptively calm. “How do you want to take care of these people?”
Su Mei, her heart swelling with vindicated fury, met his gaze. The word was simple, final, and dripped with the pain she had witnessed. “Break them.”
A ghost of a smile touched Chu Feng’s lips. It held no warmth. “Got it.”
The Price of Transgression
Chu Feng began to walk toward Jian Fengyi. Each step was measured, deliberate, the soft crush of grass underfoot sounding like a death knell. His purple robe seemed to stir in a wind only he could feel. The members of the opposing alliances scrambled backward, some falling over themselves in their panic. Only Jian Fengyi stood his ground, pride and fear warring within him.
“Chu Feng, what do you want to do?” he asked, his voice betraying a tremor.
“I told you before,” Chu Feng said, the cold smile returning. “I better not see you in the Azure Dragon Flower Garden, or else I will beat you up so badly even your mother won’t recognize you.”
Seeing no retreat, Jian Fengyi chose attack. With an angry shout, he drew his sword. Spiritual energy coalesced around the blade as he executed his family’s signature skill, the Meteor Sword Technique—a rank 4 skill he had mastered. Dozens of sword-shaped gases, sharp as reality and dense as a meteor shower, shot toward Chu Feng, sealing his path.
The Sword Alliance members felt a surge of hope. But Chu Feng didn’t dodge. With a thought, a faint layer of crackling lightning enveloped his body. The sword gases struck the lightning armor and shattered like glass against stone, dissipating into nothingness. Chu Feng’s pace didn’t falter.
“I don’t believe it!” Jian Fengyi, desperate now, launched another volley. But this time, some of the sword gases veered not at Chu Feng, but at the bound Su Mei behind him.
A mistake. A fatal one.
Chu Feng’s eyes narrowed. “You’re looking to die.” He waved his hand, and a whip of pure, sizzling lightning materialized from his palm. It lashed out, obliterating the sword gases mid-air. With a reverse flick, the lightning whip screamed toward Jian Fengyi.
“Object Condensation? A rank 5 skill?!” Jian Fengyi’s mind reeled. He crossed his iron sword in a desperate block. The lightning whip connected. Clatter! The sword was sheared in two as if it were made of parchment. The whip’s tail end caught Jian Fengyi across the torso, lifting him off his feet and throwing him meters away.
When he landed, a deep, bloody trench was carved across his waist, the glint of bone visible within. He screamed. But Chu Feng was not done. The lightning whip rose and fell, a instrument of divine punishment. Bang! Bang! Bang! It lashed across Jian Fengyi’s arms, his legs, his back. Bones snapped audibly. By the time Chu Feng relented, Jian Fengyi was a mutilated, barely conscious heap, his future requiring years of recovery.
Terror now had complete dominion. As one, the remaining disciples from both alliances fell to their knees, kowtowing on the grass.
“Senior Chu Feng, we were wrong! Please forgive us!” “Master Chu Feng, spare our lives! We will never be enemies with the Wings Alliance again!”
Their pleas were a chorus of abject fear. Chu Feng looked over them, his expression unmoved. “If begging for forgiveness and admitting your wrongs worked, all the people who wronged others could avoid the pain of punishment. Today, I just want to tell everyone here what the price is for attacking people who are close to me.”
The lightning whip sang its terrible song once more. The Azure Dragon Flower Garden, a place meant for peace and reward, was filled with agonized shrieks as Chu Feng delivered his promised punishment—ten lashes each, no exceptions, no mercy even after unconsciousness claimed them. It was only when Su Mei, her anger spent and replaced by a thread of pity for the broken forms, softly said, “Chu Feng, that’s enough,” that the whip vanished.
Chu Feng immediately went to her, untying the ropes with gentle hands she did not expect from the demon of moments before.
“So you already passed the underground palace. Why didn’t you wait for me here?” she grumbled, though her heart wasn’t in the scolding. “Or were the spiritual medicines so important to you? If you were a bit later, I would have…” She trailed off, unable to finish the thought.
Chu Feng simply chuckled. “Wait a bit.” He dashed toward a nearby bush. When he reappeared, Su Mei’s breath caught. The cold, ruthless avenger was gone. In his place was a young man with a smile so warm it seemed to banish the lingering chill of violence. And in his hand, he held a breathtaking bouquet.
They were 7-Coloured Flowers, each with seven petals, each petal a different, vibrant hue. They shimmered under the sun, surrounded by a faint, rainbow-like aura and the butterflies they attracted. He held not one, but a whole handful of the extremely rare blooms.
“Of course spiritual medicines are important to me,” Chu Feng said, walking forward and placing the flowers gently into her hands. “But these 7-Coloured Flowers are even more important because you wanted to see them. So, I had to pick them for you.”
Su Mei stared at the flowers, then at him. A complex storm of emotions—relief, gratitude, a deeper, warmer feeling she couldn’t name—welled up within her, making her eyes sting. “I…” she began, but words failed her.
“You won’t be so touched that you need to cry, right?” he teased.
“Who’s crying!” she retorted, blinking rapidly and bringing the flowers to her nose. Their fragrance was sublime. She inhaled deeply, and a smile blossomed on her face—pure, sweet, and radiant enough to enchant every onlooker, including Chu Feng himself. Her happiness came not just from the flowers, but from the one who had traversed the entire garden to find them for her.
The Test That Shamed Him
With the four-hour time limit approaching, the group hurried toward the exit. Under Chu Feng’s guidance—he had, after all, scoured every corner of the vast garden—they quickly found a grand palace. Inside its main hall sat a stone stage, and upon it, a one-meter-tall triangular rock segmented into three colors: green at the bottom, yellow in the middle, red at the top. Beside it sat six ancient elders, the Six Protectors of the Azure Dragon School, their auras so profound Chu Feng’s Spirit power could not fathom them.
The elders opened their eyes, noting the human-inflicted injuries on the disciples but saying nothing. The old lady among them, however, fixed her eyes on Su Mei’s bouquet. “Those are 7-Coloured Flowers, and there’s so many. Did you pick all of them in the Azure Dragon Flower Garden?” Su Mei only answered with a happy smile.
“Come and test,” another elder commanded.
This was the talent valuation, a test that would define their standing in the core zone. One needed only to imbue the rock with spiritual energy. Green light meant low-rank talent, yellow meant medium-rank, and red—activated by only two in recent memory, Zhang Tianyi and Gong Luyun—meant high-rank genius.
Situ Yu went first, confident. The green section glowed. His face fell. He was only low-rank. The other Wings Alliance members followed, all green, some brighter, some dimmer. The elders’ expressions grew increasingly displeased with each mediocre result.
Then it was Su Mei’s turn. Nervous, her hand trembling slightly, she sent a strand of energy into the rock. Hmm. A dazzling yellow light erupted from the middle section, strong and clear.
“Not bad, medium-rank talent,” an elder said, the first hint of a smile appearing. “Even stronger than your sister’s.” The mood lifted. Su Mei beamed with relief and joy.
All eyes then turned to Chu Feng. The young man who had dominated two alliance masters with ease. Expectations were high. Chu Feng, utterly confident, strode forward and placed his palm firmly on the rock. He channeled his spiritual energy.
The rock fluctuated. Then… nothing. No green. No yellow. No red. He frowned, pushing more energy in. Still nothing. The rock remained inert, a silent, mocking judge.
“This…” Su Mei whispered, stunned. Situ Yu and the others were baffled.
The old lady’s face hardened with disdain. “You passed the exam with this strength and talent? It seems you used some special methods, right?”
“What is your meaning?” Chu Feng’s anger, so recently vented, began to simmer anew.
“Hmph. Aren’t you clear in your heart?” she coldly snorted.
“You—” Chu Feng started, but Su Mei’s urgent whisper stopped him. “Chu Feng!” She shook her head slightly, her eyes pleading. These were Profound realm experts; offense was not an option.
The other elders joined in their contempt. “Strength is relied everywhere. Without a certain strength, even as a core disciple, he will only be stepped on.” With final, dismissive glances, the Six Protectors stood, telling Su Mei to “wipe her eyes clean” when choosing friends, before departing.
Chu Feng stood before the silent rock, humiliation and fury a bitter cocktail in his throat. He had to swallow it. For now.
An even older man, bald and bent like a ancient tree, emerged from a shadowed corner—Old Li. He silently led them to collect their core disciple belongings: blue robes, identity tokens, and the prestigious Azure Dragon Banner. As the new disciples, a mix of elated and chastened, headed out into the core zone, Old Li shuffled back to the testing rock, his aged eyes curious.
“Strange. Seeing his actions in the garden… he should be a genius. Why low-rank talent not even match?” He peered at the rock, examining it closely. At first, he saw nothing. Then, his gaze drifted to the very top of the red section. There, a tiny black dot, no bigger than a sesame seed, was embedded. And on that dot, a faint, almost imperceptible black light was fading, like the last ember of a cosmic fire.
Old Li’s entire body began to tremble. His breathing became ragged. “Did that boy… activate the section in the legends?” he whispered, his voice hushed with awe.
The complete testing rock had four sections. The pinnacle was not red, but black. It was considered a myth, a legend. No one in the recorded history of the Nine Provinces had ever activated it. If red-light talents were geniuses, black-light talents were unrivaled, epoch-making legends. So forgotten was it that most considered the rock to have only three colors.
Old Li rubbed his eyes, looked again. The light was gone, but the memory was seared into his mind. It was real. He closed his eyes, taking long moments to master the tsunami of excitement within him. When he opened them, a fierce, hopeful light burned in their depths. He looked toward the door where Chu Feng had exited.
“It looks like the heavens want my Azure Dragon School to flourish,” he murmured to the empty hall. “But this is no small matter… time is required for decisions.”
A New World and an Old Enemy
Chu Feng, now in his blue core disciple robes, stepped into the core zone proper with Su Mei and the others. The architecture was grander, the roads wider, the spiritual energy denser. Dozens of senior core disciples had gathered to appraise the newcomers, their whispers noting the Wings Alliance badges and the group’s battered state.
Chu Feng observed them keenly. While many were in the Spirit realm, a significant number radiated the stronger aura of the Origin realm. This was a world of true elites.
Suddenly, a powerful aura approached from a distant street, causing Chu Feng to tense. A group of a dozen or so disciples appeared, led by a young man whose presence was like a deep, still lake—unfathomable. Chu Feng felt the same depth he had from the Six Protectors. Profound realm.
“Gong Luyun, the #1 disciple in the Azure Dragon School,” Su Mei whispered beside him, confirming his suspicion.
Chu Feng’s gaze swept the group. Su Mei pointed to a cold, beautiful woman walking beside Gong Luyun. “That’s Han Xue. She was a former head of the Wings Alliance. Ranked #8 on the Azure Dragon Leaderboard.”
Hope sparked in Situ Yu and the others. A senior ally! One of them called out, “Senior Han Xue!”
The call drew the attention of the approaching elites. Gong Luyun’s eyes, sharp and assessing, found them. He noted the Wings Alliance badges on their chests, and a flicker of irritation passed through his gaze.
“Han Xue, you recognize these disciples?” Gong Luyun asked, his voice carrying an effortless authority.
Han Xue smiled politely. “Mm, they’re the Wings Alliance members that just became core disciples today.”
Gong Luyun’s eyes narrowed slightly, his focus settling on the badges that marked them as a distinct group. “Wings Alliance?” he said, his tone cooling. “Did you not tell them that in the core zone, creating alliances are forbidden?”
The question hung in the air, a sudden cloud over their hard-won entry. The welcoming party was over. The first rule of their new world, delivered by its strongest disciple, was a challenge to their very identity. Chu Feng met Gong Luyun’s gaze, the humiliation of the talent test still fresh, the secret of the black light unknown to him. In that moment, standing amidst his battered friends at the threshold of a powerful new realm, he understood. The battles of the inner court were child’s play. Here, the stakes were higher, the enemies stronger, and the path ahead was paved with both unimaginable opportunity and profound danger. His journey as a core disciple had begun not with celebration, but with the cold, assessing stare of the summit he would one day have to conquer.