Martial God Asura Chapters 91-95: Chu Feng's Triumph and the Shocking Truth of His Ancestry

The air in Leaning Mountain Town still carried the metallic scent of blood and the lingering ozone of unleashed lightning. Three figures, each radiating the formidable pressure of the Origin realm, surrounded a single youth. Chu Feng, at merely the seventh level of the Spirit realm, stood as an island of calm amidst their swirling, violent auras. To the terrified Chu family members watching from the ruins of their homes, it was a scene of impossible disparity. Yet, within Chu Feng’s dark eyes, there was no fear, only the cold, calculating focus of a predator.

Rumble rumble rumble!

The battle was a symphony of destruction. The masters of the Wang, Xu, and Ma families unleashed torrents of Origin power, their martial skills painting the air with streaks of violent energy. Chu Feng moved between them like a phantom woven from lightning and wind. The Imperial Sky Technique granted him speed that defied reason. His arms, sheathed in crackling white lightning—the manifestation of his rank 5 martial skill—became scythes that parried, deflected, and countered. He was not holding an advantage, but neither was he disadvantaged. He was performing an unheard-of miracle, fighting three realms above his own to a stalemate.

“Is this boy even human? His spiritual energy is endless!” the Xu family master hissed between attacks.

“He trains in a Mysterious Technique. It is sturdy, but rank 5 skills are a vast drain. He cannot last!” the Wang family master retorted, though doubt crept into his voice as another of his fierce strikes dissipated against a wall of interwoven lightning snakes.

They fought on, believing in the fundamental law of cultivation: spiritual energy, no matter how robust, was finite and inferior to the enduring might of Origin power. Chu Feng would tire. He had to. But Chu Feng was not fighting their battle; he was conducting his own.

Whoosh!

A vortex of wind erupted at Chu Feng’s feet. He vanished. The three masters’ eyes widened, their spiritual senses scrambling. He reappeared not in front of them, but behind the master of the Ma family. The man’s triumphant smirk was still frozen on his face when a lightning-wreathed hand swept horizontally.

Poof!

A fountain of crimson arced through the air. The head of the Ma family master tumbled to the dust, his body slumping a moment later. There had been no grand technique, no prolonged struggle. Just absolute, terrifying speed and lethal precision.

“Old fellows,” Chu Feng’s voice, laced with a chilling amusement, echoed as his body blurred again. “Don’t be careless when fighting me.”

Panic, pure and undiluted, replaced the remaining masters’ anger. They moved back-to-back, their defenses tighter, eyes darting. Whoosh! Chu Feng appeared before them, a sword of lightning forming in his grip and slashing down. They roared, combining their power to block it. But it was a feint. Before their combined force met the sword, Chu Feng was gone again, the afterimage dissipating. He materialized behind the master of the Wang family.

“Careful!” the Xu master screamed, but his warning was a epitaph.

Another flash of celestial lightning. Another head severed. Now, only the master of the Xu family remained. The rage that had fueled him evaporated, leaving behind the cold, greasy fear of mortality. In that instant, he understood. They had never stood a chance. This had not been a fight; it had been a demonstration.

“You… You… I’ll kill you!” he shrieked, a final, desperate surge of Origin power erupting from his body in a suicidal blast.

Chu Feng regarded it with dispassionate eyes. The attack was powerful, but to him, it was slow. Whoosh. He became the wind, passing through the raging energy like a ghost. His hand, calm and deliberate, passed through the man’s neck. The third head fell.

Silence.

A profound, deafening silence blanketed Leaning Mountain Town, broken only by the ragged breaths of the surviving Chu family. They stared at the three headless corpses, then at the young man standing amidst them, lightning fading from his limbs. No cheers erupted. The victory was too absolute, too awe-inspiring. It was the silence of reverence, of a paradigm shattered. Their savior was not a hidden elder or a passing hero. He was Chu Feng, the boy they had once overlooked, now a demon of lightning who had rewritten the rules of power before their eyes.

The cleanup was a somber affair. The townsfolk and Chu family members were buried with dignity. The heads of the three family masters, however, were hung upon the town’s walls—a grim, unambiguous declaration of the new order. Power had spoken, and its name was Chu Feng.

In the Chu family’s main conference hall, a symbolic shift had occurred. Chu Feng sat in the seat of the family head, a position he could never have dreamed of occupying months prior. Before him stood Chu Yuanba, the family’s pillar, now bandaged and reporting with uncharacteristic humility. Other senior members lined the walls, their eyes downcast or filled with fearful respect.

“Feng’er, following what you said, invitation letters were sent towards the various powers in the mountain area,” Chu Yuanba stated.

Chu Feng, poring over a ledger, merely nodded without looking up. The authority in the room was palpable and centered entirely on him. It was strength, not tradition, that now ruled the Chu family. Only when his foster father, Chu Yuan, spoke did Chu Feng close the book and meet his gaze.

“Feng’er, I wonder why you sent out invitations to all those powers?”

A slight smile touched Chu Feng’s lips. “I just feel that it’s time to unite all the powers in this mountain area.”

The meeting adjourned. The ambition was laid bare. The Chu family would no longer be merely a resident of the mountain area; it would become its heart.

Later, in the quiet of their own residence, the dynamic between father and son returned to its genuine warmth. Chu Yuan looked at Chu Feng, his heart swelling with a pride that eclipsed all past worries. Yet, Chu Feng’s mind was elsewhere, tethered to questions that had haunted him since his encounter with the insane beggar in the Ancient City.

“Father,” Chu Feng began, his tone serious. “I have something to ask you.”

“Anything, Feng’er.”

“Who are my biological parents? And why did they need to abandon me?”

The question struck Chu Yuan like a physical blow. The pride on his face melted, replaced by a complex tapestry of fear, guilt, and memory. His complexion paled. “That’s…”

“Is it unspeakable?” Chu Feng pressed, his heart sinking.

“It’s not unspeakable. It’s just… I hardly know anything about them.” Chu Yuan’s dry laugh was hollow. He then began a tale that unfolded like a nightmare from fifteen years past.

He spoke of a journey through a mountain forest, escorting goods with family servants. A man appeared, carrying an infant. The man asked a simple, repeated question: “Are you surnamed Chu?”

Suspicious of the stranger’s intent, Chu Yuan remained silent. Then, without the man moving a muscle, two of Chu Yuan’s servants exploded into pools of blood. An invisible, terrifying aura bound everyone in place. The man asked again. Chu Yuan, paralyzed with terror, could only stare.

“Then… I saw flames ignite in his eyes,” Chu Yuan whispered, the memory vivid. “All our goods, the carts, the horses… everything turned to ash in an instant. I felt a killing intent so cold it seemed to come from the depths of Hell itself. He asked a third and final time.”

Trembling, fearing annihilation, Chu Yuan confessed not only his surname but the location and circumstances of the Chu family, betraying them all in his terror. But the man’s goal was not destruction.

“He killed all the servants. Only I was left. He… entrusted the child to me. That child was you, Feng’er.” Chu Yuan’s eyes were distant. “He told me to raise you as my own, but your name was not mine to decide. It had to be Chu Feng.”

Chu Feng’s breath caught. His name, his very identity, was a decree from a stranger.

“He made demands,” Chu Yuan continued, the weight of them bowing his shoulders. “I could never tell you of your origins. I had to present you as my foster son from the beginning. I could do nothing to harm you. If I violated any condition… he would exterminate the entire Chu family, leaving nothing behind.”

The pieces clicked into a terrifying mosaic. The insane beggar with the flame-shaped birthmark was the man from the story. He was not Chu Feng’s father, but a courier, acting under dreadful compulsion.

“What else did he say? About my parents?” Chu Feng’s voice was tight.

“Nothing. He told me nothing about them.”

“Then why are you so sure he wasn’t my father?”

Chu Yuan closed his eyes, summoning the final, chilling scene. “Because after handing you to me… it was as if a burden was lifted from him. He changed completely, becoming unhinged. He looked up at the sky and screamed… I remember his words exactly: ‘You’ve seen it right? I already did what you told me to do. Can you let me go!? I beg you, let me go!!!’ Then… he was gone.”

The room felt colder. Chu Feng sank into the revelation. His ancestry was shrouded in power and fear. A man strong enough to kill with a thought and burn matter with a gaze had been reduced to a begging, insane puppet by the true forces behind Chu Feng’s abandonment. Who were his parents? What calamity or purpose led them to entrust him under such a dire threat? The mystery deepened, pulling at him with stronger hooks.

“Father, you’ve carried this fear all these years,” Chu Feng said, his voice softening with understanding.

“Telling you now… I fear he may return,” Chu Yuan admitted, the old terror resurfacing.

“I think that man is lost to his madness. He has likely forgotten. And even if he returns, he won’t harm me. You have me now, Father. No one will threaten our family again.” Chu Feng’s assurance was firm, a vow. He then pushed aside the swirling questions about his past. The present demanded his focus. “Father, I have a present for you.”

From his Cosmos Sack, he poured out a cascade of golden, spiritually radiant beads—nearly a hundred Spiritual Beads. Chu Yuan gasped, his eyes wide as saucers. Such wealth was unimaginable for the Chu family.

“Feng’er, no! This is too much! You need these for your cultivation, to break into the Origin realm!”

Chu Feng smiled. “I have more. Take these. The leaders of the mountain area will arrive in two days. With Grandfather injured, the burden of facing them falls on you. You must break into the Origin realm before then, or they will never submit to our unity.”

The ambition in Chu Feng’s words was matched by the opportunity in his hands. Under Chu Feng’s guidance, Chu Yuan began refining the Spiritual Beads, the immense spiritual energy coursing through him, aiming to shatter the barrier he had dreamed of for decades.

While Chu Feng prepared his family for dominance, a darker plot simmered within the Azure Dragon School. In a shadowy underground palace, Leng Wuzui listened as a trembling Liu Bing recounted the death of Gao Le.

“...overwhelming pressure, his organs shattered… Master, the one protecting Chu Feng is at least in the Profound realm!” Liu Bing concluded, her face etched with panic.

Leng Wuzui’s expression was icy. “It seems I underestimated that Chu Feng.” After a moment of contemplation, he dismissed her. “I will handle this. Take a rest.” He handed her a small white-jade bottle—the customary antidote to the poison he used to control his subordinates.

Greedily, she drank it. “Thank you, Master.” Then she paused, frowning. “The taste this time seems… sweeter.”

A cold, cruel smile spread on Leng Wuzui’s lips. “Does it?”

Realization dawned in Liu Bing’s eyes, followed by sheer horror. “You… You… You—!” Her body convulsed, her skin discoloring, steam rising from her pores as she clawed at her throat. Leng Wuzui watched her die without a flicker of emotion.

“No use in keeping you if you only do detrimental work,” he murmured. His gaze turned thoughtful. “A Profound realm guardian, forcing my hand? Interesting. Let us see if your protector can stop what comes next.” He sat at a desk and penned a letter. “My lord father, I have difficulties in the Azure Dragon School. Could you send out our ancestor Leng to solve this trouble?”

Two days passed. The heads on the wall were a grim welcome for the dignitaries arriving at Leaning Mountain Town. The main training ground had been transformed into a banquet venue, but the atmosphere was thick with forced merriment and underlying tension. Everyone knew the purpose of this gathering: the Chu family’s bid for hegemony.

Chu Yuan sat at the head table, with Chu Feng calmly beside him. Notably, the injured Chu Yuanba was absent, a fact the guests noted with whispered speculation.

“If only Chu Yuan is here, can he control the scene? The Zhao and Li family masters are here, both in the Origin realm…”

“That young man… he’s the core disciple? The Azure Dragon Banner is real then.”

Chu Yuan rose, his voice clear and strong, carrying over the murmur of the crowd. “First of all, thank you everyone for coming. Two days ago, our Chu family faced a calamity born of greed and conflict. It made me reflect. In this mountain area, we share resources like a family. Should we not have rules to prevent such bloodshed?”

He outlined his vision—rules that would, in essence, cement the Chu family’s control and redistribute benefits in their favor. It was a thinly veiled declaration of sovereignty.

Bang!

A table shattered. A hulking man with fierce sideburns, a family master at the 9th level of the Spirit realm, shot to his feet. “Chu Yuan! You want to unite us? What morality and ability do you have to do that?”

A hush fell. Chu Yuan’s expression remained placid. He stepped down from the dais and walked slowly, deliberately, toward the man. The Chu family entourage, including Chu Feng, followed, their collective movement imposing.

The big man stood his ground. “Find Chu Yuanba if you want to lead us! You are not qualified!”

Chu Yuan stopped before him. Then, his hand flashed out. Crack! The slap echoed like thunder, launching the man through the air, smashing furniture and sending onlookers scattering. The man lay in a heap, clutching his face, his eyes wide with terror and disbelief.

“You… you entered the Origin realm?!” he stammered.

A wave of shock rippled through the crowd. The aura Chu Yuan now deliberately released was unmistakable: the dense, powerful energy of the 1st level of the Origin realm. Chu Yuan walked over, his foot rising and stamping down. A sickening crunch followed by a piercing scream announced the breaking of the man’s leg.

Chu Yuan looked down at him, his voice icy. “Am I qualified now?”

The display of brutal power was effective. Many rebellious thoughts were quashed instantly. The Chu family had not one, but two Origin realm experts.

“It’s not that I’m looking down on you,” a dry, aged voice cut through the tension. A tall, skeletal old man stood up—the master of the Li family. “However, if you’re only at the 1st level of the Origin realm, you are still not qualified.”

“Old Li, no need to be so direct. Leave some face for the young ones,” another voice chimed in. A short, wizened old man resembling a monkey rose—the master of the Zhao family. Both radiated the steady, experienced pressure of the Origin realm. They were the mountain area’s other titans, and they had come as one.

Chu Yuan’s face hardened. This was the expected challenge. “Whether I am equal or not will rely on strength!” He charged toward the Zhao family master, Origin power erupting from his body.

The two collided in a storm of force, shattering the remaining tables and sending guests scrambling. Chu Yuan was vigorous, but the old master’s decades of experience with Origin power showed. Chu Yuan’s control was rougher, his movements slightly less efficient. Slowly, he was pushed onto the defensive.

“Shameless Chu family!” the Li family master yelled, seizing the moment. “They think to bully us all! Join hands and end them!”

At his signal, members of the Zhao and Li families erupted from the crowd, attacking Chu family members. Seeing the Chu family’s leader in trouble, other opportunistic powers joined the fray, turning the banquet into a chaotic battlefield.

Chu Yuan, desperately blocking the fierce assaults of the Zhao master, saw the Li master lunging at him from the side. The old man’s hand glowed with a sickly green light—the vicious Five Poison Hand. Trapped and overmatched, Chu Yuan had nowhere to dodge. The Chu family members cried out in despair.

Whoosh.

A demonic blur, too fast for most eyes to follow, materialized behind the attacking Li family master. A hand sheathed in silent, deadly lightning stabbed forward like a blade.

Poof.

The hand pierced straight through the old man’s throat from behind and swept outward. A head, its expression frozen in malicious intent, soared into the air. The corpse collapsed.

The blur didn’t pause. It spun with lethal grace, closing the distance to the Zhao family master in an instant. The old man, shocked by his ally’s sudden death, had only a moment to turn before the same lightning-hand struck. Another clean decapitation. Another fountain of blood.

The two Origin realm masters, the pillars of opposition, were dead in the span of two heartbeats.

The blur solidified, landing gracefully between the two headless bodies. All motion in the training ground ceased. Every eye, filled with utter shock and terror, locked onto the figure now standing calmly amidst the carnage.

It was Chu Feng. His clothes were unruffled. Not a drop of blood marred him. He had moved with such speed that the blood spray had not yet reached the ground. He swept his gaze across the paralyzed crowd, the masters of various powers, the terrified guards. His voice, when it came, was not loud, but it carried the finality of a falling guillotine, chilling the marrow of every soul present.

“Today, my Chu family will unite this mountain area.” He let the declaration hang in the blood-scented air. “Those who dare oppose it, no matter who…” His eyes, cold as winter stars, finished the sentence more powerfully than any shout. I behead without exception.

The silence that followed was absolute. The severed heads of the Li and Zhao family masters were the final, brutal punctuation to Chu Feng’s decree. The path to unity was paved not with negotiation, but with undeniable, terrifying power. The mountain area had a new master, and his reign had just begun in a storm of lightning and blood. Yet, even as he stood triumphant, the shadows of his mysterious past and the looming threat from Leng Wuzui’s summons stretched toward him, promising that the true tempests were still on the horizon.