Chapter 87: Spirit Colonization Armor

The torrent of curses halted briefly after Chu Huaizhou’s interruption, only to shift into mocking jeers aimed at him.
But soon, the crowd sensed something amiss.
The suffocating pressure, like an abyssal tide, had no effect on him.
He rose from the ground, brushing nonexistent dust from his sleeves, his face relaxed and carefree, as if the desperate situation didn’t faze him.
His long black hair flowed without wind, his sword-like aura clashing fiercely against the Green-Eyed Ancestor’s pressure.
He stepped forward, no longer concealing his aura, which surged step by step—Foundation Establishment! Golden Core! Early Nascent Soul cultivation revealed!!!
“Fine, I’ll step up. A mere Transformation-stage cultivator? Watch me slay him!”
“The trouble Daoist Cheng caused, I’ll resolve!”
Cheng Qingning, closest to him, felt the refined, tempered aura unique to a Nascent Soul cultivator.
As Chu stepped in front of her, blocking all pressure, her body lightened. Looking at him, she clutched at a lifeline, her forced composure crumbling, eyes glistening.
“Ah, Ye Feng, you really…”
She saw clearly: Chu’s cultivation was genuinely mid-Foundation Establishment, no pretense.
To briefly elevate to the terrifying Nascent Soul stage, what horrific secret technique had he used?
Even the sect’s meeting gift—a technique to boost physique to Nascent Soul—would leave her bedridden for months, blood and qi drained.
Chu’s method, transforming him entirely into a Nascent Soul cultivator, would surely damage his foundation, perhaps halting his cultivation forever.
Worse, even burning his future, he’d only reached Nascent Soul.
Against the Green-Eyed Ancestor, who her Master faced unflinchingly, the outcome was predictably tragic.
Ye Feng… for someone like me, is it worth this sacrifice?
Hearing Chu’s words and seeing his casual demeanor, Cheng Qingning briefly hoped he was a hidden Transformation-stage master. But probing revealed only Nascent Soul, and her hope faded.
Nascent Soul? What use was that! He looked young, likely a fresh genius, confident from past cross-tier victories, thinking he could challenge Transformation with Nascent Soul.
But the higher the realm, the wider the gap.
Transformation-stage cultivators, with their Yang Spirit evolved from a Nascent Soul snowball, outclassed Nascent Soul in both quantity and quality.
Only Transformation cultivators could wield truly fearsome spells.
Even Gong Chen, a seasoned Nascent Soul, was at the Ancestor’s mercy.
Chu’s decades of struggle, only to give up so quickly against the Ancestor, showed his limits.
Yet, looking at Chu’s reassuring back, Cheng Qingning felt warmth from a man for the first time.
As the inner sect’s senior sister, she always faced danger head-on during missions.
No peer had ever stood before her, shielding her through life and death.
Thinking of the cost Ye Feng paid, her heart ached.
Idiot, with such a technique, why not use it to escape instead of protecting me? So foolish.
We’ve only known each other briefly.
She recalled her Master’s words:
“Qingqing, you’re perfect, but your sense of justice and trust in others will cost you dearly.”
At that moment, Chu turned, flashing a warm smile.
“Daoist Cheng, don’t blame yourself. It’s fine—I’m here.”
Her Master’s and Chu’s figures overlapped.
Crack—something shattered in Cheng Qingning’s heart.
“Master, you were right. I’ve met someone even more trusting than me—so foolish.”
Now… she’d regret this, right? If favorability could be shown, hers for Chu would hit 100%!
Sigh, since Brother Ye used such a technique, she couldn’t let him lose face.
“Brother Ye, Qingning owes you so much. How can I let you face this alone?”
Using her clothes for cover, she pulled a small, intricate white orb from her chest, etched with golden runes, glinting metallically.
“This is my sect leader’s ‘Spirit Colonization Armor.’ With my cultivation, it can briefly grant me Nascent Soul strength.”
“I’ll tank the damage, Brother Ye, you deal the output. Let’s see if we can beat this eye-socket snake!”
Chu stared at the costly, high-tech orb, his smile freezing.
What the heck? Spirit Colonization Armor? From the sect leader?
A sci-fi term jolted him.
He recalled meeting the sect leader, who boasted of Wanfa Immortal Sect’s wonders, even creating “masked warriors.”
Hundreds of years later, was she serious?
More curiously, where had she hidden that fist-sized orb?!
No time for that—thinking such things in a crisis, he was too relaxed.
Chu mentally chided himself, nodding:
“Alright, Qingning, together we’ll defeat him. But you don’t need to tank—I’ve got this.”
“How could I hide behind a woman, especially when you’re weaker now?”
“Chu Jianxian said a cultivator’s strength isn’t for show—it’s to protect the weak!”
He patted Cheng Qingning’s shoulder, giving a reassuring leave it to me look.
Hearing Chu Jianxian’s quote, her eyes lit up, blood surging as she nodded, understanding.
Clutching the Spirit Colonization Armor, she rose, ready to fight.
Seeing their interaction, the Green-Eyed Ancestor’s face twisted.
Whispering in such a serious moment? Treating me like a joke? Is my title for nothing?
“Brat, did I give you too much face, making you think I’m easy to deal with?”
A green poisonous mist shot like an arrow with his voice.
Cheng Qingning’s gaze sharpened, reaching to push Chu aside.
“Ye Feng! Watch out!”
Chu didn’t budge. Turning, his pupils glowed with seven-colored light as his low-grade spiritual treasure, Startling Swan Sword, unsheathed.
Clang!
Pouring power into the sword, its seven-colored glow blazed like a radiant blade.
Hitting the mist, it rang like clashing metal, then melted the poison like snow, vanishing.
“What… how?!”