Martial God Asura Chapters 86-90: Chu Feng's Bloody Homecoming and the Siege of Leaning Mountain Town

The core zone of the Azure Dragon School was a place of serene power, where the most talented disciples cultivated in relative peace. In a private flower garden within this zone, Leng Wuzui, a figure shrouded in mystery and authority, was engaged in a chilling display of dominance. He was not tending to flowers, but to a rank 9 Fierce Beast—a monstrous creature the size of an elephant, resembling a gorilla with razor-sharp teeth. Under the oppressive weight of Leng Wuzui’s power, the beast had been stripped of its violent nature, reduced to a docile pet obediently eating from his hand. It was a pet subdued not by affection, but by sheer, terrifying force.

Two core disciples, Gao Le and Liu Bing, stood behind him, their postures rigid with a respect that bordered on fear. “Junior Leng, the person you wanted to find has been found,” Gao Le reported, his voice carefully measured.

Without turning, Leng Wuzui continued to stroke the beast’s fur. “What background does that boy have?”

Gao Le narrated the findings. “He is called Chu Feng, only fifteen years old. He hails from the Chu family in Leaning Mountain Town and has the cultivation of the 7th level of the Spirit realm. He entered the core zone today. However, he was aggressive and clashed with Gong Luyun, who gave him a lesson. He would have died if not for Elder Li’s intervention at the Azure Dragon Flower Garden.”

At the mention of Elder Li, Leng Wuzui’s gaze flickered with interest. “Elder Li? He interrupted?” A faint, knowing smile touched his lips. “Of course. He can hide it from others but not from my Spirit power. I already sensed he was no simpleton. But why save Chu Feng? Do they have connections?”

“We doubt it,” Liu Bing hurriedly added. “Chu Feng’s background is normal. Moreover, he arranged a life-or-death match with Gong Luyun one year from now. Even without our intervention, Gong Luyun will slaughter him then.”

“An arrogant boy,” Leng Wuzui mused, but his tone turned serious and cold. “But he must be disposed of quickly. This cannot be delayed.”

Liu Bing reassured him, “Do not worry. He has already left the school to return to his family, likely to deliver the Azure Dragon Banner. We have sent the Zhao Shi brothers to assassinate him covertly. They are at the 3rd level of the Origin realm and work well together. Dealing with a Spirit realm boy is more than sufficient.”

“Bastards!” Leng Wuzui’s calm shattered. He stood abruptly, whirling to point a condemning finger at the two. “Do you not understand what ‘long nights mean more dreams’? Or are you too lazy to handle this trifle, requiring my personal attention?”

Terror washed over Gao Le and Liu Bing’s faces. They stumbled back, bowing deeply. “We will go and finish him off personally, right now!” they vowed in unison, fleeing the garden with haste.

Mounted on swift horses, Gao Le and Liu Bing raced away from the Azure Dragon School, heading for the mountain roads leading to Leaning Mountain Town. In Liu Bing’s hand, she clutched a triangular yellow talisman that glowed with a faint, pulsating light. As they traveled, the light grew steadily brighter, causing her brow to furrow with deepening concern. She suddenly reined in her horse, her expression tense. “Something’s wrong.”

“What is it?” Gao Le asked, pulling up beside her.

“This is the locating talisman linked to the Zhao Shi brothers. They were supposed to tail Chu Feng and strike once he was beyond the school’s boundaries. But the talisman indicates they are… right here. Nearby.”

A heavy silence fell between them. Dismounting, they followed the talisman’s guiding light into a nearby forest. The glow intensified until it shone steadily, no longer flickering. Two hundred meters in, they found their grim answer. Hidden within the underbrush were two bodies dressed in casual clothing—the Zhao Shi brothers. They were unmistakably dead, yet curiously, their bodies bore no visible wounds.

Gao Le crouched, pressing a hand against one chest, then the other. His face grew grave. “Their organs are completely shattered. They died from overwhelming pressure.”

“How is that possible?” Liu Bing paled. “Chu Feng is only at the 7th level of the Spirit realm! To kill with pressure alone requires a cultivation at least three levels higher than the victim. The Zhao Shi brothers were at the 3rd level of the Origin realm!” The implication was clear and terrifying: Chu Feng had a protector, an expert of at least the 6th level of the Origin realm, perhaps even stronger.

“It seems Leng Wuzui was right. We gravely underestimated Chu Feng,” Gao Le sighed, his eyes darting around the shadowy forest as if the mysterious killer might still be watching.

“What do we do?” Liu Bing’s voice trembled. “If that protector is at the 9th level, even our combined strength at the 8th level may not be enough. We could be walking to our deaths.”

Gao Le’s expression hardened into resolve, fueled by a deeper fear. “If we return empty-handed, Leng Wuzui will punish us. You know his methods. We are his puppets. He will withhold the antidote. Do you want to experience the poison that drills the heart and stabs the bones again?”

“No! Of course not!” The mere mention of the poison made Liu Bing shudder violently, her face turning ashen with primal terror.

“Then we have no choice. We must kill Chu Feng, or Leng Wuzui will let the poison take us. I would rather die in battle than by that torment,” Gao Le stated firmly. Liu Bing, swallowing her fear, could only nod in grim agreement. Their path was set, a deadly race against an unknown guardian.

Unaware of the covert war brewing around him, Chu Feng rode on, his spirit light. The journey had been long, but the sight of familiar, rugged landscapes signaled his approach to Leaning Mountain Town. He imagined the pride and joy on his father Chu Yuan’s face when he presented the Azure Dragon Banner, a symbol that would elevate their family’s standing immeasurably. A smile played on his lips, a rare moment of unburdened anticipation.

That smile vanished in an instant, replaced by a sharp, alert glare. His heightened senses, honed by his unique Spirit power, detected a familiar aura intertwined with others in violent conflict. It was the aura of his eldest uncle, Chu Renyi, and it was laced with desperation. “This aura, it’s uncle’s!” Without a second thought, Chu Feng urged his horse forward, charging toward the source of the disturbance.

The scene that unfolded on the mountain road was one of brutal ambush. Chu Renyi and a handful of Chu family members were surrounded, backed against a rocky outcrop. Most of the clansmen were already down, some grievously injured, others lifeless on the dusty ground. Only Chu Renyi, battered and bleeding, his cultivation at the 8th level of the Spirit realm pushed to its limit, remained standing. He faced six opponents of equal level from the Ma family, along with several others at the 7th level. His breaths came in ragged, painful gasps, and his eyes held the bleak glint of helplessness.

“Chu Renyi, you never thought we’d wait here for hours, did you?” sneered the Ma family leader, a man named Mazhong. “Today, no one can save your Chu family. Every member who returns will die!”

“Mazhong!” Chu Renyi roared, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. “My Chu family has no enmity with your Ma family! Why help the Xu family to harm us?!”

“Haha! You know perfectly well why we’ve joined forces to deal with you. Did you think you could hide that treasure forever?” Mazhong’s cold smile was predatory as he and his men closed in, killing intent thickening the air.

“We will still need to see if you have the ability to deal with my Chu family.”

The new voice, clear and sharp as cracking ice, echoed across the road. Everyone, attackers and defenders alike, jolted in surprise, whirling to look. A young man on a majestic white horse approached at a steady, deliberate pace. It was Chu Feng.

“That’s the Chu family youth, Chu Feng! Why has he returned?” “Look at his clothes! That’s… the core disciple attire of the Azure Dragon School!”

Recognition and shock rippled through the Ma family ranks. They had seen him at the family gathering barely a month prior. Then, he was an inner court disciple. Now, he wore the blue robes of the core zone. The speed of his ascent was inconceivable, a testament to a talent that now seemed monstrous.

“Chu Feng, run!” Chu Renyi’s warning was a desperate roar.

“Surround him! Don’t let him escape!” Mazhong reacted instantly, his men scrambling to form a circle around Chu Feng and his horse.

Chu Feng did not move. He sat tall in the saddle, looking down with an imperious calm at the nervous men who sealed his path. His gaze was not that of a trapped boy, but of a judge surveying the condemned.

“Haha, you little demon. Becoming a core disciple at your age is impressive. It would be dreadful to let you develop further,” Mazhong laughed, but the relief in his voice was forced.

“Exactly! Today, we exterminate the Chu family root and branch, or there will be endless trouble!”

“Bastards! You want to exterminate my Chu family? Dream on!” With a final surge of adrenaline, Chu Renyi lunged forward, a desperate, sacrificial move to create an opening for his nephew. “Chu Feng, run! Tell Yue’er and the others not to return!”

“You can’t even save yourself, yet you want to save others? Kill them all!” Mazhong snorted, swinging his heavy iron blade at Chu Renyi. Simultaneously, the other Ma family members converged on Chu Feng, their attacks vicious and aimed to kill.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The air hissed. Mazhong, focused on overpowering the injured Chu Renyi, initially paid no mind to the sudden cries of pain erupting behind him. He assumed his men were overwhelming the young core disciple. But the screams multiplied, sharp and brief, and they sounded horribly familiar. A glance from the corner of his eye showed the Chu family members’ expressions shifting from despair to stunned hope.

Feeling a chill of dread, Mazhong feinted a strike and leaped sideways. The sight that met his eyes froze the blood in his veins. His men—experts of the 7th and 8th level of the Spirit realm—lay scattered on the ground. All were decapitated. In the center of the carnage stood Chu Feng, his robes spattered with crimson, yet himself unharmed. He was calmly wiping blood from his hands on a dead man’s clothes. Sensing Mazhong’s gaze, Chu Feng turned his head and offered a smile that held no warmth, only the promise of a swift and brutal end.

“You… You…” Mazhong stammered, his face draining of all color. His iron blade slipped from nerveless fingers, clattering to the ground. He stumbled backward, falling onto the dirt. The young man before him was no novice. He was a demon, his methods ruthless, his heart ice-cold, killing without a flicker of hesitation. The killing intent radiating from Chu Feng was a tangible pressure, making it hard to breathe.

Chu Feng ignored the man’s terror. He walked forward, each step measured, and picked up the dropped blade. He examined its edge. “Nice blade,” he commented, his voice flat.

Whoosh! A cold light flashed. A fountain of blood erupted. Mazhong’s head tumbled from his shoulders before he could utter another sound, his body slumping to the ground.

The silence that followed was absolute, broken only by the harsh breathing of the wounded. Even Chu Renyi and the surviving Chu family members stared in stunned, horrified silence. Cold sweat beaded on their foreheads. The disparity between Chu Feng’s age and his brutal efficiency was mind-shattering. He had slaughtered experts of the 8th level as if they were chickens, and his demeanor was that of a seasoned, merciless executioner.

“Uncle, what happened?” Chu Feng threw the bloody blade aside, his focus immediately shifting to the crisis at hand. The killing intent in his eyes was now directed at the unseen threat facing his home.

Chu Renyi, shaking himself from his stupor, explained with emotional urgency. A great catastrophe had indeed befallen the Chu family. In their mountain mining zone, they had discovered a vast deposit of black iron ore, an immensely valuable material for crafting weapons, far more precious than gold. Elated but cautious, they had begun secret extraction. But secrets are fragile. The news had leaked, igniting the greed of neighboring powers. Led by their longtime rivals, the Xu family, and joined by the Ma and Wang families—the two other strongest clans in the mountain region—a coalition had formed to seize the mine, planning to divide it equally. They had launched a full-scale assault on Leaning Mountain Town. Chu Renyi, returning from outside business, had been ambushed. Without Chu Feng’s timely arrival, he would be dead.

“This Xu family must be tired of living.” The words ground out from between Chu Feng’s clenched teeth. A ferocious killing intent, colder and sharper than any blade, erupted from him, chilling the very air. Without another word, without even mounting his horse, he turned and exploded into motion. His body became a blur, speeding down the road toward Leaning Mountain Town with terrifying velocity.

“Feng’er, don’t go! It’s too dangerous!” Chu Renyi’s cry was futile, lost in the wind of Chu Feng’s passage. As the young man vanished from sight, Chu Renyi could only stare, a new realization dawning. “Feng’er’s speed… Has his strength already surpassed the Spirit realm?” The surviving clansmen exchanged looks of utter disbelief. Such a thought, at his age, was beyond their comprehension.

The Leaning Mountain Town that Chu Feng returned to was a vision of hell. The defensive layers set up by the Chu family had been brutally shattered. The streets, usually bustling, were littered with the bodies of townsfolk who had been caught in the massacre. The invaders had pushed the remaining Chu family forces back to their main residence, where a final, desperate stand was underway.

Within the blood-splattered courtyard of the Chu family estate, the patriarch, Chu Yuanba, was on his last legs. He knelt on one knee, his body a canvas of wounds, his face pale, coughing up blood. His son, Chu Yuan, stood protectively before him, glaring defiantly at the encircling forces of the Xu, Wang, and Ma families. The Chu family members, many wounded, huddled together, their hope fading like the daylight.

“Chu Yuanba, seeing you are somewhat of a figure, I’ll grant you a dignified death. Commit suicide,” declared the master of the Xu family, a short, stout old man with a jet-black beard, his voice dripping with venomous triumph.

Chu Yuanba lifted his head, his eyes sweeping over his fallen clansmen. Sorrow etched deep lines into his face. “I, Chu Yuanba, can suicide. But please, let my Chu family go. I guarantee we will leave these mountains forever.”

“Haha! Are you a fool, or do you take us for fools?” the Xu family master spat. “Letting the tiger return to the mountain? Leaving a root of hatred? Chu Yuanba, your stubborn greed led you here. If you had agreed to share the black iron mine, none of this would have happened. Not a single Chu family member will leave alive. You will all commit suicide. That is the only mercy—a whole corpse.”

His words were a death sentence, cold and final. But as they hung in the air, a new sound pierced the grim silence of the courtyard—screams from outside the residence. They were short, sharp, and numerous, a chorus of agony that came in a rapid, terrifying wave before ceasing abruptly, leaving a silence more oppressive than before.

Everyone in the courtyard stiffened. The Xu, Wang, and Ma families exchanged uneasy glances. Those screams had come from their own men stationed outside.

Ta, ta, ta… The sound of unhurried footsteps echoed from beyond the gate, each step a deliberate drumbeat that seemed to vibrate in the chests of the listeners.

“Family master, save me!” A Xu family member, his courage broken, turned and bolted for the gate.

He did not make it three steps. A black iron blade, thrown with impossible force, shot through the air like a bolt of dark lightning.

Thump. The man’s head was cleaved from his shoulders, soaring through the air before landing with a wet thud on the stone pavement. His headless body took two more stumbling steps before collapsing.

A collective gasp of horror swept through the invaders. The victim had been an expert of the 8th level of the Spirit realm, killed instantly, effortlessly, right under the noses of the three family masters.

The footsteps continued, closer now. Finally, the figure appeared in the gateway. It was a young man in a blue core disciple robe, now stained a deep, dreadful crimson. In one hand, he held a large banner—a green coiling dragon against the fabric, with three bold characters proclaiming it the Azure Dragon Banner. But the banner’s majesty was overshadowed by the bearer. His young face was streaked with blood, his entire body reeked of iron and death, and a killing intent so dense it felt solid pressed down on the courtyard.

Bang! With a powerful thrust, he planted the Azure Dragon Banner into the stone slabs, the impact cracking the ground around it. He straightened, his blood-red eyes sweeping over the assembled invaders.

“Today,” Chu Feng’s voice rang out, clear, cold, and absolute, “those who invade my Chu family, die!”

The declaration was a wave of psychic force. Shivers ran down spines, both friend and foe. He was terrifying, a blood-drenched demon who had walked out of a nightmare.

“Who are you?!” the Xu family master yelled, his bravado masking a sliver of fear.

“Chu family, Chu Feng!” came the icy reply.

The courtyard erupted in stunned murmurs. “Chu Feng?” “It’s Feng’er?!” Disbelief warred with the evidence before them. The build, the silhouette, the Azure Dragon School connection—it all pointed to the truth. The boy they had known had transformed into this avatar of vengeance.

“So you’re the little demon who broke my grandson Xu Tianyi’s waist!” the Xu family master snarled, rage overcoming his shock.

“His skill was inferior. Breaking his waist was an act of benevolence,” Chu Feng retorted, his tone dismissive.

“You!!” The Xu master stepped forward, aura flaring, but was immediately grabbed by the masters of the Wang and Ma families.

“Are you mad? Look at what he holds! The Azure Dragon Banner!” the Wang family master hissed, his face pale. “To touch him is to invite the wrath of the entire Azure Dragon School! Our families would be exterminated!”

“And what path of retreat do we have now?” the Xu master roared back, his eyes wild. “Look at what we’ve done to the Chu family! If we let him live, do you think the Azure Dragon School will show us mercy? If we kill him now, we can flee before the school learns of it. If we don’t, we wait here for our executioners! We kill him, or we die!”

His ruthless logic sank in. The Wang and Ma family masters’ expressions darkened. They were in a dead end of their own making.

“Feng’er, run! Leave us!” Chu Yuan shouted. “Feng’er, escape! Only by living can you avenge us!” Chu Yuanba echoed, his voice strained.

The three family masters spread out, their auras erupting simultaneously—the powerful, swirling energy of the Origin realm. They prepared to strike together, to crush this unexpected threat before he could flee.

Ta. Chu Feng did not retreat. He took a step forward. On his blood-masked face, a confident, almost eerie smile appeared. “I already said it. Those who invade my Chu family, die.”

Whoosh! He vanished. Almost simultaneously, several screams tore through the air. Several Xu family members fell, heads separated from bodies. A blur of motion, and then Ma family members met the same gruesome fate. Chu Feng was a ghost of death, moving with speed that defied his cultivation level, his blade a silver flash of finality.

“Bastard! Join hands and kill him!” The Xu family master, enraged beyond reason, charged toward the blur that was Chu Feng. The Wang and Ma masters followed, their Origin power roaring to life.

Chu Yuanba, Chu Yuan, and every Chu family member watched with hearts in their throats. A Spirit realm cultivator, even at the 7th level, facing three Origin realm experts was supposed to be a quick and brutal death. The gap between realms was the difference between heaven and earth.

Yet, the impossible unfolded before them. The three family masters, their power overwhelming, their speed great, were always one step behind. They could only watch, helpless and furious, as Chu Feng danced through the courtyard, a reaper whose scythe fell on their clansmen with terrifying efficiency. One by one, members of the three families fell, each death a beheading. In a shockingly short time, the courtyard was littered with headless corpses. Only the three family masters remained standing amidst the carnage belonging to their allies.

“Bastard! I will cut your corpse into ten thousand pieces!” The Xu master’s roar was one of pure, unadulterated fury and pain.

Ta. Chu Feng stopped. His wandering, ghostly steps ceased as he planted himself firmly between the three masters and his wounded family. He was a statue carved from blood and resolve. He cast his icy, red-tinged gaze upon the three old men, the last enemies standing.

“Now,” he said, his voice cutting through the thick air of death and despair, “it’s your turn.”

The three family masters, hearts burning with the pain of their losses, erupted with their full power. The air around them distorted as dense Origin power surged out, forming a hurricane of pressure. Chu Feng stood firm, his body shielding the Chu family from the worst of the force.

“Chu Feng, leave your life here!” The Wang family master struck first. He clawed the air, and his Origin power condensed into a massive, transparent hand two meters tall, raking down with destructive force—a rank 3 martial skill amplified by Origin power.

“Hmph.” Unfazed, Chu Feng activated his Mysterious Technique. He raised his own hand and unleashed an Illusionary Palm. The two forces collided mid-air with a thunderous crash. Chu Feng’s skill shattered the giant hand, but the residual, tyrannical force of the Origin power still pushed him back several steps, his boots scraping against the bloody stones.

“Boy, let’s see you block this! Stone Fists!” Seizing the opportunity, the Ma family master attacked. Dozens of fists formed from condensed Origin power, each like a flying boulder, shot forth, aimed not just at Chu Feng but at the vulnerable Chu family behind him.

Chu Feng’s expression grew stern. He widened his stance, and his robes began to flutter as if in a silent storm. Deep within his eyes, two arcs of lightning sparked to life.

Bzzzzzt! A torrent of thick, roaring lightning erupted from his body. The electric serpents intertwined, weaving into a dense, impenetrable wall of crackling energy before him. The barrage of Stone Fists slammed into the lightning barrier, exploding in showers of dissipating energy and shattered rock. The defense held.

“Haa!” With a furious shout, Chu Feng shifted from defense to all-out attack. The lightning wall dissolved, and the serpentine bolts coalesced, transforming into roaring, draconic shapes of pure electricity—the Third Thunder Style, a rank 5 martial skill. The dazzling, ear-splitting lightning dragons split into three raging streams, each hurling itself toward one of the family masters.

“A rank 5 skill! He can use a rank 5 skill!” The three masters’ faces contorted in a mix of shock, fury, and bitter jealousy. Rank 5 skills were legends to them, treasures even core disciples struggled to master. That this fifteen-year-old boy wielded such power was a profound injustice that fueled their hatred even as they fought for their lives.

“Haa!” They bellowed in unison, unleashing their best defensive martial skills. Their techniques were inferior in rank, but their deep wells of Origin power provided a formidable foundation. The courtyard became a storm of colliding energies. Lightning clashed with condensed Origin power in a series of deafening explosions. Stone slabs were pulverized, nearby buildings shattered, and violent shockwaves forced the watching Chu family to retreat even further.

“So strong… Feng’er is fighting three Origin realm experts head-on…” Chu Yuanba whispered, his injuries forgotten, his eyes wide with awe. He had never witnessed, never even heard of, a Spirit realm cultivator holding his own against an entire realm’s difference, let alone against three opponents.

The other Chu family members watched, their emotions a turbulent sea. Shock at his power was mingled with a profound, soul-shaking complexity. The young man standing as their sole bulwark against annihilation was the same boy who had been looked down upon, insulted, bullied, and discriminated against for years within his own family. He had carried the stigma of being the son of a father who had wasted his talent. And yet, here he was. He had cast aside past humiliations, ignored old grievances, and was now pouring his life force into protecting every single one of them.

In this moment of absolute crisis, the survival of the Chu family did not rest on the patriarch or the elders. It rested on the shoulders of this blood-soaked youth. That reality, more than the dazzling lightning or the thunderous clashes, was what truly shook them to their core. It rewrote the story of their family. As they watched Chu Feng, a figure of terrifying beauty and brutal power dancing with death to save them, a silent, unanimous prayer formed in every heart:

Good luck, Chu Feng.