Chapter 3148: All Mine! Chase and Kill Wang Teng! At Least Give...

"The Dragon-Phoenix Genesis Fruit..."

True God Yaofeng sat in his seat, his gaze sweeping over Wang Teng and the True God of the Candle Dragon, his face dark and sullen.

Deep within his eyes, there was even a fleeting glimmer of intense anguish.

That single Dragon-Phoenix Genesis Fruit was something he had originally intended to keep for his own use.

But now, he had no choice but to bring it out.

Had it not been so exceedingly difficult to collect the source blood of the Dragon and Phoenix races, he would have used it long ago; why would he have waited until now?

It was simply the whim of fate!

And yet...

True God Yaofeng's eyes stirred slightly.

"So what if it is given to you?"

"You may not even walk out of the Light Mystic Realm alive!"

The intent to kill surged violently in his heart, yet his gaze grew increasingly placid, like an ancient, undisturbed well.

"That method... must succeed!"

True God Yaofeng murmured silently to himself, as though he were deciding Wang Teng's ultimate fate.

"The Eye of True Sight! The Dragon-Phoenix Genesis Fruit! They are all mine!"

"Once I seize your talent, and then obtain the Dragon source blood from the Candle Dragon race..."

Thoughts flashed frantically through his mind one after another, seemingly perfecting a certain plan, entirely hidden from the outside world.

...

"What wicked schemes is this True God Yaofeng cooking up now?"

Wang Teng cast a sideways glance at his adversary, unable to stop the silent grumbling in his heart.

Although True God Yaofeng concealed it well, Wang Teng was far too familiar with that particular look of his.

To be this calm was simply not his usual style.

True God Yaofeng: Is it not perfectly normal for me, a True God, to be a little composed?

He seemed to notice Wang Teng's gaze as well, suddenly breaking the silence.

"The matter of the isolation period has not yet been finalized."

The True God of the Candle Dragon knitted his brows and said, "Yaofeng, there is no need to speak further on this matter."

"I propose that Wang Teng's isolation period also be calculated at fifty years, the same as everyone else, with no need for special treatment."

He had just received an definitive answer from Wang Teng, with the prospect of obtaining the Dragon-Phoenix Genesis Fruit.

Naturally, he had to speak up for Wang Teng with even greater fervor.

There was absolutely no way he would stand by and watch him be isolated for an entire century.

How could he not see through True God Yaofeng's petty calculations? He was bound to ensure they did not come to fruition.

Now that the scheme regarding the Dragon-Phoenix Genesis Fruit had fallen through, he would make sure the plot for a century-long isolation completely fell through as well.

In truth, this carried a fair amount of personal grievance!

True God Yaofeng had plotted against him, nearly causing him to form enmity with Wang Teng; now, he was going to return the favor.

"Indeed!"

At this moment, the True God of Chihuang also nodded in agreement, stating:

"With Wang Teng's methods, his level of taint might very well be far lighter than ours, so there is absolutely no need for a hundred-year isolation."

"Even fifty years is too long!"

He added another sentence.

This was his genuine, inner thought.

Based on the Machine race's understanding of Wang Teng, the young man's ability to purify dark force was stronger than that of most light-system Immortal-level powerhouses.

When it came down to it, True God Yaofeng's previous rhetoric no longer held any water.

He had originally wanted to question Wang Teng's methods of dealing with the dark apparitions, only to be slapped in the face by reality.

The emergence of the Eye of True Sight was a direct slap to the face!

Wang Teng's talent was astounding, entirely contrary to what he had suspected.

Now that everyone recognized this fact, he was left with nothing to say, making it the perfect time to completely reject his proposal.

True God Yaofeng fell into silence, yet he was still unwilling to give up: "I am doing this for his own good."

"Though he can discern the flaws of that Calamity Demon Physique, it does not mean he can dispel that power of calamity."

"You all should be well aware of how formidable and troublesome that power of calamity is; if it is not thoroughly cleansed, he is highly likely to meet with disaster!"

He spoke with righteous indignation, adopting the full posture of a man deeply worried about a mishap befalling a genius of the Universe of Light.

The crowd could not help but fall into a brief silence.

They had previously discussed the perils of the power of calamity, and they knew that True God Yaofeng spoke the truth.

The power of calamity could plunge a person into disastrous misfortune.

If too much of it accumulated, it could ultimately invite a fatal catastrophe.

Moreover, this kind of disaster would not strike just once, but would arrive in succession; as long as the power of calamity was not eliminated, the disasters would not cease.

Such a situation filled even these Immortal-level existences with dread, let alone a mere Cosmos Orbit-level martial artist like Wang Teng.

Even though the crowd knew exactly what True God Yaofeng was trying to achieve, they found themselves unable to refute his words at this moment.

Wang Teng only felt a wave of nausea.

How could he not know what True God Yaofeng was thinking? Yet the man insisted on acting as though it were all for his own benefit, which was truly shameless beyond measure.

Unbearable!

Utterly unbearable!

How could there be someone so brazenly shameless?

Did he need the man to look out for him? Claiming it was for his own good was simply ridiculous!

"Yaofeng is also doing this for Wang Teng's sake, after all. This matter can be taken into consideration, what do you all think?"

True God Yaofeng's ally spoke up once more, his tone casual and relaxed.

Wang Teng's heart tightened slightly, refusing to lower his guard; this True God was far more troublesome than True God Yaofeng.

Earlier, with just a few words, this person had grasped the crucial point, completely breaking the deadlock while also providing a graceful exit for True God Yaofeng.

This alone showed a much clearer line of thought than True God Yaofeng possessed.

Perhaps a bystander always sees the game more clearly.

But regardless, with this person standing outside the immediate conflict, he indeed posed a significant threat.

Because he had absolutely no understanding of this true deity, he was truly at a disadvantage.

"One hundred years is too long!"

A true deity shook his head.

"We can start with fifty years. If the calamitous power within Wang Teng hasn't been completely purged later, we can always extend the confinement period accordingly."

Wang Teng glanced at the true deity and realized it was the same one who had spoken up for him earlier.

This one must be on his side.

"Can't we make the confinement period more flexible? Why rush to decide now?" the carefree true deity smiled again.

"That's exactly the point," said the True God Zhu Long, nodding in agreement. "It's not set in stone!"

"Exactly. Fifty years was already a reasonable timeframe we agreed upon. There's no need to increase it further."

True God Chi Huang added, "This is only the beginning. If the dark forces and calamitous powers cannot be fully eradicated afterward, no one—regardless of status—will escape an extended confinement."

"This is unavoidable!"

The ten true deities almost all nodded in agreement, supporting Chi Huang’s words.

True God Yao Feng’s expression darkened, his heart filled with resentment. He had struggled so hard, yet still failed to extend Wang Teng’s confinement time. It was truly infuriating!

But seeing so many true deities speak up for Wang Teng, and most agreeing with Chi Huang’s stance, he knew any further argument would be useless.

His advantage was gone!

Most importantly, his trump card had already been used.

If he could have confirmed that the calamitous power within Wang Teng was particularly dense, perhaps he could have dragged things out a little longer. But Wang Teng had already proven himself innocent—the source of his power was the *True Seeing Eye*, not some forbidden technique.

That left him utterly powerless.

"Yao Feng, let it go."

At that moment, a voice echoed in Yao Feng’s mind, extinguishing his last flicker of hope.

"Fifty years it shall be. Since you refuse to appreciate our efforts, then so be it."

Yao Feng took a deep breath, suppressing the fury in his chest, and put on a look of wounded innocence, as if his kindness had been unappreciated.

"But..."

He shifted his tone, his gaze locking onto Wang Teng, a faint, hidden coldness glinting in his eyes.

"After fifty years, we must confirm whether the dark and calamitous powers within Wang Teng have truly been cleansed."

"If any remnants remain..."

Yao Feng didn’t finish the sentence, but the meaning was crystal clear.

If they weren’t completely eradicated, he would still keep Wang Teng confined.

Wang Teng felt utterly speechless.

This guy was really going out of his way to fight me!

Is this even necessary?

Everyone exchanged glances, each aware of Yao Feng’s intentions, their expressions growing strange.

This Yao Feng seemed determined to hunt Wang Teng down.

Suddenly, they felt a pang of sympathy for Wang Teng—being watched by such a deity, he’d probably never sleep peacefully again.

But no one said anything more.

After all, fifty years was the final outcome of intense negotiation among all parties. The result was already quite favorable.

They were all bound by the same terms—what more could anyone want?

Given Yao Feng’s nature, he would never allow Wang Teng’s confinement to drop below fifty years.

In fact, this was already a significant setback for Wang Teng.

Many believed Wang Teng’s confinement should have been shorter than fifty years.

After all, he was merely a Domain Master-level cultivator.

But thanks to Yao Feng’s interference, even the likes of Chi Huang couldn’t lower the time significantly.

Confinement, after all, required fairness.

Otherwise, resentment would easily arise.

Even beings of true godhood like them had to set an example—confining themselves for fifty years. How could Wang Teng be exempt?

"There’s no need to say more. After fifty years, everyone will undergo strict monitoring to confirm the complete removal of dark and calamitous powers before confinement is lifted."

Chi Huang glanced at Yao Feng, replying with calm indifference.

That statement was clearly meant to shut him up.

The message was unmistakable:

Not only Wang Teng, but Yao Feng himself would be under strict scrutiny. Equal treatment.

"...”

Yao Feng’s face stiffened. Why did he feel like he’d just thrown a rock at his own foot?

He’d been talking about Wang Teng, but Chi Huang had redirected the issue straight back at him, putting him on the defensive.

And worst of all, he couldn’t argue.

After all, he’d brought it up first. To object now would be self-contradictory.

A suffocating sense of frustration surged through him.

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First Wang Teng, then Zhu Long, and now this Chi Huang.

One after another, they all insisted on opposing him.

Utterly unbearable!

But Wang Teng felt exhilarated.

Deserved!

Let Yao Feng keep stirring up trouble—now he was the one getting trapped.

Some people looked at Yao Feng, their gazes growing even stranger, caught between wanting to laugh and fearing to show it.

So they lowered their heads.

No more looking—otherwise, they might burst into laughter.

Among the ten divine figures, many silently shook their heads, harboring a new disdain for Yao Feng.

They thought he was being absurd.

Too low-level!

This method is simply too low-level!

It doesn’t even deserve the status of a true god—He’s ashamed to associate with Him.

“Then it’s settled,” said Chihuang True God, casting a fleeting glance at Yaofeng True God, and asked calmly, “Does anyone else have objections?”

The crowd shook their heads.

Even the ten figures of True Gods remained silent in the end.

Zhulong True God and Chihuang True God each breathed a quiet sigh of relief—finally, the matter was resolved. It hadn’t been easy.

Thankfully, they had managed to hold their ground!

If they had failed to protect Wang Teng, they felt they’d never be able to face him again.

They did care about their dignity, didn’t they?

After all, Wang Teng had helped them multiple times on the battlefield. That favor was no small thing. If they couldn’t even assist him with such a minor matter now, how would others perceive them?

Wouldn’t that mean they were utterly useless?

Both True Gods thought this, exchanged glances, and shared a silent understanding.

Then, without speaking, they both turned toward Wang Teng—and froze.

“???”

“???”

The two True Gods fell into silence.

Why did Wang Teng look so indifferent?

They had worked so hard to reduce the time of confinement to fifty years—what for? Wasn’t it for Wang Teng?

From a century down to fifty years!

A full half of the time eliminated!

How difficult that had been!

And yet, this man looked completely unbothered.

It made them feel as though they’d wasted their efforts.

Damn it!

How could he act like this?

Couldn’t he at least show some reaction?

“What’s wrong with these two True Gods?”

Wang Teng suddenly sensed two sharp, resentful gazes directed his way, and he couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

Why so suddenly so melancholy?

Had he done something?

No, wasn’t this related to him?

Probably yes.

He hesitated. Otherwise, why would the two True Gods be looking at him like that? It must have something to do with him.

Wang Teng scratched his chin, lost in thought.

But after thinking for a long while, he still couldn’t figure it out.

Chihuang True God: “…”

Zhulong True God: “…”

They felt completely out of sync with Wang Teng.

Forget it!

This kid’s mind always ran on bizarre tracks—no one could predict what he was thinking.

The two True Gods decided not to dwell on it. No need. When dealing with someone as peculiar as Wang Teng, one should just relax.

Overthinking only dragged oneself into his strange world.

On the other side, Yaofeng True God also noticed the indifferent expression on Wang Teng’s face, and an odd sensation surged within him.

Could it be… maybe… perhaps… the other person didn’t care at all?!

Really?

Was this kid truly unconcerned about how long he’d be confined?

But how could that be possible?

Then why had he argued so fiercely with him earlier?

For fun?

All for nothing!

It had all been for nothing!

Wang Teng had no idea that a single casual expression of his had thrown three True Gods into existential doubt.

He hadn’t thought much of it at all.

A hundred years? Fifty years?

To him, there was truly no difference. So when the result came, he felt nothing special.

“The teleportation to the Light Realm will take place tomorrow.”

“In the meantime, please remain in your respective cabins. Do not wander freely.”

Chihuang True God glanced at the group and announced the time for teleportation.

Wang Teng was slightly surprised. Teleporting tomorrow? So soon? (End of chapter)