Elder Huang casually waved his azure robe, and the fierce energy wind he stirred up directly swept Chu Feng into mid-air.
BOOM.
After a muffled explosion, Chu Feng's body turned into a rain of blood that filled the sky.
"Tell ," Elder Huang said, turning his head to look at the handyman disciple who was already paralyzed with fear on the ground, his voice quiet as if inquiring, "isn't it a good thing to just be a 'Patchwork Child'? Why can't he understand that?"
"El... Elder, what... what is a 'Patchwork Child'?"
"Heh." Upon hearing this, the man in the green robe let out a light chuckle, casually waving his sleeve. Instantly, another burst of blood mist appeared.
"This batch of Patchwork Children seems to have too many stray thoughts..."
「...」
GASP... GASP...
Suddenly sitting up from the ground, Chu Feng gasped for breath, his pupils trembling slightly.
The sensation of death still lingered in his mind, refusing to dissipate for a long ti.
After a while, he finally stood up.
Tossing the clump of red earth in his hand to the side, he gazed distantly towards Red Peng City.
"Damn you, Red Sun Sect!"
In his first year, Chu Feng set off on his journey for the third ti, but in a different direction.
According to his mories of living in Red Peng City from his previous iteration, there was another vast city to the east of this crimson wasteland.
But it was even farther away than the familiar Red Peng City.
In his second year, a city as magnificent as Red Peng City finally appeared before Chu Feng.
Throughout the year, while he traveled, he practiced the Body Refining Techniques he had stolen from the Red Sun Sect.
He progressed from unfamiliarity to familiarity with the Cultivation Technique. He experienced the first changes in his body, eventually learning to silently endure daily tornt akin to his flesh being ripped apart. His once robust physique beca gaunt due to the lack of dicinal aids.
Chu Feng's originally bright pupils, across this long year, had shifted from pain to numbness, from numbness to detachnt, and at last from detachnt to the indifference he now held.
At the gates of the city known as Giant Que City, nearly everyone who t Chu Feng's gaze shuddered involuntarily.
Although Giant Que City was comparable in size to Red Peng City, it fared much worse in terms of public order.
In an alleyway, Chu Feng searched the bodies of several people lying on the ground—their limbs twisted, all of them unconscious—then pocketed a few money pouches before leaving the alley.
Surveying the faces around him, each with a different expression, his indifferent gaze swept over them, and everyone's eyes unconsciously dodged away.
"Damn it, where did this tough guy co from..."
"Looks like Third Brother Liu and his lot are done for this ti!"
"Hehe, there's definitely good drama to co; the Liu family's three brothers are not ones to ss with..."
By the third year, having wiped out a gang that ca seeking revenge, Chu Feng finally managed to establish himself in this chaotic Giant Que City.
Although cultivation sects had co to recruit disciples, this ti, he chose to lie low.
In the fifth year, after two years of recuperation and the "selfless contributions" from the city's underground powers, Chu Feng finally regained his original appearance.
He lived a reclusive life, rarely venturing out. The lack of dicinal aids for his cultivation was a primary reason he seldom left his ho.
Yet, unbeknownst to him, the public order around his residence sohow beca much better than in other places.
By the tenth year, having persevered through using only basic Body Refinent dicinals to finally achieve Physical Foundation Establishnt, Chu Feng quietly shifted his attention to the Red Sun Sect's Cultivation Technique—Red Sun Decision.
In his previous iteration, before he fled, Chu Feng, using his status as a handyman disciple, had finally managed to poison and kill Elder Huang's Direct Disciple with a specially prepared late-night snack, thus obtaining this hard-won Cultivation Technique.
The Red Tongue Fruit truly lived up to its reputation as a rare deadly poison, though it might also have been related to the dosage Chu Feng used.
That was, after all, three whole Red Tongue Fruits; a normal person would die with eyes wide open from just a tiny bite.
Fortunately, to avoid any accidents, he had morized the contents of this Cultivation Technique, or he wouldn't have it now.
One wonders if Elder Huang's disciple regretted his gluttony down there in the afterlife.
By the twentieth year, Chu Feng, who had reached Completion of Foundation Establishnt, finally started practicing the Rending Palm.
By the fortieth year, Chu Feng, who had successfully achieved Core Formation, played the role of the oriole stalking the mantis unaware of the cicada. After a successful ambush outside the city, he returned with the storage bags of two solitary cultivators.
That sa year, he spotted disciples who seed to be from the Red Sun Sect in Giant Que City.
By the sixtieth year, Chu Feng had successfully broken through to the mid-stage of Core Formation.
The day he ca out of seclusion, he happened to witness disciples from a nearby Sect conducting a widespread search in the city.
By the ninetieth year, Chu Feng, upon returning ho, turned a sneaky Red Sun Sect disciple into a mist of blood with a single palm strike.
That year, the Red Sun Sect went to war with the Sect near Giant Que City.
The reason cited was the disappearance of a disciple near Giant Que City.
By the ninety-ninth year, the two Sects had been fighting for nearly ten years when the conflict suddenly subsided, forcing Chu Feng to temporarily halt his opportunistic scavenging.
And within Giant Que City, disciples from the two Sects were no longer seen.
Regrettably, Elder Huang's disciples were not yet entirely wiped out. Despite nurous attempts at ambushing and poisoning, he had only managed to kill a re five of them.
Now that both Sects had ceased hostilities, finding another perfect scapegoat would be difficult.
Standing in the courtyard, he looked up at the increasingly dimming sky.
For so reason, Chu Feng felt a constant sense of impending doom.
By the hundredth year, Chu Feng, who had finally broken through to the late stage of Core Formation, felt no joy in his heart.
Looking at the giant eye that had appeared in the Sky Vault at so unknown ti, he felt a shiver run through his entire body.
The boundless malice in that giant eye seed to penetrate to the very depths of one's heart, stirring up humanity's most deeply buried fears.
Is that the 'Sky' of this world? he wondered.
He had obtained countless storage bags from Sect disciples by now, and he had a rough understanding of the Red Sun Sect's actions from his previous iteration.
That so-called 'Patchwork Child' must be for dealing with today's situation... he speculated.
Looking at the countdown tir in the upper right corner of the scene before him, Chu Feng, now middle-aged, clenched his fists.
Ti was still too short!
The countless pitch-black tentacles erging beside that giant eye were not sothing he could stop at this mont.
He turned his head to glance at the extrely chaotic crowd behind him and shook his head lightly.
The next second, his vision suddenly plunged into darkness.
The tentacles, which had appeared quite small from a distance, had descended upon the sky above Giant Que City in the blink of an eye.
The sky-obscuring tentacles blotted out the entire sky, as if intending to erase the giant city from the face of the earth.
Though he seed to be on the brink of death, Chu Feng's indifferent gaze flickered faintly a few tis.
He looked at his palm, then up at the slowly descending tentacles, and in an instant, it was as if he had understood sothing.
"Rending Palm!"
The Rending Palm, fueled by all his True Yuan, was minuscule compared to the tentacles, but Chu Feng was indifferent to the final effect of this strike.
Right, where was my real-world self again?
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