Ascending the Heavens as an Evil God

The night was deep when Feng Lun fled through the streets in a panic. There was a gash on his right cheek, with blood slowly dripping down his face. He cut a sorry figure, completely lacking the graceful bearing of the usual Young Master Feng.

“D**n it! D**n it!” Feng Lun cursed harshly as he raised his hand to wipe the blood on his face but accidentally touched the wound, clenching his teeth in pain.

“Those two… Fortunately, this Young Master is much stronger than his past self, or else it would’ve been really dangerous today!”

After Feng Lun confirmed that his surroundings were safe for the time being, he simply ran to one side and sat down, spitting out some turbid Qi.

The two men in black were at least Innate Realm Sixth Stage. ‘If I was still as weak as before, I’m afraid I would’ve fallen at their first attack.’

Fortunately, the round stone improved his strength, and he also learned a few new techniques, so he managed to escape with his life.

‘I have to find my old man as soon as possible…’ Feng Lun immediately decided after he stopped panting for breath.

He’d already used the item Feng Zhuotang gave him to call for help a long time ago but received no response. At that time, Feng Lun realized that something must’ve happened to his father as well.

……

“Who on earth are you guys?!” Feng Zhuotang glared at the people in black surrounding him with a dark expression as his heart sank.

He didn’t know what kind of enemies he could possibly have on this Heavenly Enterprise Star, to be strong enough to send out such a formation—there were three Prodigious Realm cultivators surrounding him!

One Domain Stage and two Infinitesimal Stages. This combination was already enough to sweep away some mid-sized forces.

“Lord Feng, do you still not understand?” Qin Xuanji walked out slowly from the side and said with a cold expression, “Your son took something he shouldn’t have taken.”

“It’s you…” Feng Zhuotang glared at her icily. “I knew you had ulterior motives in approaching my son!”

Although Feng Lun was actually the one who pestered her, Qin Xuanji didn’t bother to explain anything and just spoke to someone beside her, “Mr. Yue, I’ll have to trouble you.”

“A trivial matter,” the Domain Stage man in black spoke up for the first time.

The indifference in his tone, which made it seem like handling Feng Zhuotang was as easy as drinking water or eating, angered Feng Zhuotang.

‘Even in this situation, how can they be so sure that I have no way to fight back?’

However, in the next second, he understood why the other party was so confident.

Mr. Yue slowly took a step out, and the black cloak on his head naturally slipped off, revealing a young man’s face with a silver mask.

This appearance might not mean much to most people, but Feng Zhuotang felt his head go numb.

“Are you… Yue Qianleng?”

Mr. Yue paused a little, then chuckled lightly. “Who would’ve thought that someone would still remember my name, even after twenty years of my disappearance?”

Feng Zhuotang’s heart sank to rock bottom at this—not only because of the identity of the person in front of him, but also because of the organization he represented.

Twenty years ago, Yue Qianleng was an extremely famous Domain Stage powerhouse in the Sixth Region and a super genius of the Bloodline Alliance. He was hailed as one of the people most likely to break through to Void Cutter Realm.

But he disappeared in a great battle twenty years ago. Even Feng Zhuotang believed him to be dead.

‘Unexpectedly, he actually appeared in the Ninth Region and even plans to help Qin Xuanji deal with me…’

Even the Yue Qianleng from 20 years ago was enough to defeat Feng Zhuotang. Even if the current Yue Qianleng wasn’t Void Cutter Realm yet, at the very least, he’d still be on the level of the Dao Lords.

Feng Zhuotang didn’t have time to ponder this. He immediately chose to attack instead of running away.

He knew all too well that he was a swordsman, and the swordsman’s path forward was to attack. There might be a slim chance of survival if he broke out of the situation with his blade, but escaping would surely lead to a dead end.

Yue Qianleng’s mouth curled into a faint smile. He gently lifted a hand and blocked the tip of Feng Zhuotan’s katana.

When the blow landed, the scene in front of Feng Zhuotang’s eyes seemed to change instantly, as if a bright moon hanging in the sky had reflected everything in the world.

In the next instant, the exact same strike flew out from Yue Qianleng’s palm and hit Feng Zhuotang square on the forehead, immediately sending the latter flying away, where he crashed into the ground a few seconds later.

“The moon of time reflects the world,” Yue Qianleng’s flat voice rang out as he looked down indifferently at the opponent who couldn’t get up anymore. “If you don’t understand my law, your defeat is certain.”

Feng Zhuotang wasn’t dead yet. He struggled to get up but failed several times. “This is indeed the power of a Dao Lord…”

“Dad!” A scream came from the side. Feng Lun had arrived just in time to see Feng Zhuotang fall down after being struck by a blade, unable to get up.

Feng Zhuotang, who originally seemed to be dying, suddenly got up at this moment and rushed to Feng Lun’s side, where he grabbed Feng Lun’s shoulder directly and began to dash away as fast as possible.

“Go!” Feng Zhuotang gave a light shout.

Feng Lun had no time to respond, but his dad had already picked him up and hurriedly ran away.

Feng Zhuotang’s current speed was far faster than before. He’d clearly used some secret technique.

Perhaps he wanted to take this opportunity to escape, or at least send his son away, but in the next moment, a figure blocked his way.

This person was dressed in a moon-white robe and held a pitch-black sword in his hand, but Feng Zhuotang looked pleasantly surprised.

“Mr. Gu! Please help!” Feng Zhuotang seemed to see his last hope and hurriedly said, “As long as you keep my son alive, I…”

The sword caught the moonlight as it flitted by, and Feng Lun, standing behind Feng Zhuotang, only felt his vision blur for a second. When his sight cleared, the dark tip of the sword had already pierced through his father’s throat and spine, coming out of Feng Zhuotang’s neck.

Feng Zhuotang stared at Gu Nan blankly, seemingly unable to believe that the other party had attacked so decisively.

Gu Nan offhandedly tossed aside the corpse of this Domain Stage powerhouse, revealing the Young Master Feng behind Feng Zhuotang.

Feng Lun looked at the expressionless Gu Nan and felt the chilly aura behind him getting closer and closer. In this life and death situation, he actually made the most correct choice.

He ripped the round blue stone necklace off of his neck and tossed it to the side while he started running away in the opposite direction.

This move really was smart. Anyone here could easily kill him, but if the Godstone wasn’t in Feng Lun’s hands, then nobody would be interested in him.

Gu Nan instantly appeared beside the Godstone, while a touch of moonlight also descended at the same time.

The moonlight shone on Gu Nan, like some kind of extremely corrosive ray, frantically trying to drill into his body.

Unfortunately, Gu Nan’s most powerful weapon was his body itself. The moonlight couldn’t even pierce his skin and was blocked, while the Godstone smoothly fell into Gu Nan’s hands.

Yue Qianleng’s eyebrows wrinkled slightly. This new enemy seemed to be more of a threat than Feng Zhuotang.

Qin Xuanji next to him also revealed, “Mr. Yue, he’s Gu Nan.”

“Oh?” Yue Qianleng’s gaze was still indifferent, and his expression couldn’t be seen under the mask.

He didn’t know what kind of role Gu Nan played in Qin Xuanji’s mission. But right now, Gu Nan was like the sun at noon, the center of all gossip, so even he had heard of Gu Nan’s reputation.