The Godslaying Tower: An Isekai LitRPG Adventure: The Godslaying Tower, #1

By Nangong Yuan Jing

Demons from beyond suddenly invaded the realm of the gods, catching them off guard and resulting in heavy losses. 

In the face of this crisis, the gods joined forces to create a divine weapon, the Godslaying Tower, and under the leadership of the God of War, the deities finally repelled the invasion of the demons after a thousand years.

With the aid of the Godslaying Tower, the power of the God of War far surpassed that of the other gods. Fearful of his dominance, the gods banded together to launch a surprise attack. In a fit of rage, the God of War destroyed the Godslaying Tower.

Tens of thousands of years later, a young man named Gu Feng accidentally brought the Godslaying Tower back into the light. But now, it was known as the God-Slaying Tower!
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zhou Yan
• Release date: Apr 1, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224016488

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Chapter 1: Transmigration Caused by the Bead

The crimson dusk shone on the boy, painting him entirely red – whether by the glow or blood, it was hard to say.

Hiss!

Stirring softly amidst the pool of blood, the adolescent’s sharp intake of breath betrayed his immense pain.

I’m alive! I couldn’t be alive! Feeling his throbbing wounds, he gasped incredulously.

Struck by lightning, he’d fallen from the roof – a vertiginous 18 stories high – yet he hadn’t perished? A bittersweet grin crossed the young man’s face, uncertain if this were misfortune or a blessing.

Living was necessary since death wouldn’t claim him anyways. His hand darted towards his pockets, seeking a phone for emergency services. Gloomily he thought, What an unfeeling society – yesterday I plummeted; now dusk is descending upon me; a full day has passed and not one passerby has offered aid.

Wait, this isn’t right! When the youth’s hand brushed the air empty, the vibrant greenery caught his gaze. Panic coursed through him – where had he landed?

It might have been a forest with a precipice before him; it was nothing like the cosmopolitan metropolis back in his world, with nary a trace of skyscrapers.

Ignoring his excruciating arm fracture, the boy searched frantically at his neck for a necklace – the sole relic his parents left him, something precious that could never be lost. He fumbled over to his breast only to confront an alien sensation; the form he grasped, although he could not name, most certainly was no beaded chain. With arduous movements, his right arm elevated and his palm opened to receive what his fingers had seized – he froze in disbelief.

How had this occurred?

In his palm lay a miniature gold pagoda that glittered incandescently beneath the sunset’s caress. Yet the bloody bead crowning the diminutive edifice felt out of sync – it meshed perfectly, however, as though perpetually perched upon this tiny temple’s pinnacle.

This very bead belonged to him – held dearly for over ten years; he could recognize it anywhere – but why the sudden appearance of this miniature pagoda? Could that amulet and this new curiosity possess some arcane ability?

As he contemplated such, an explosive surge of consciousness invaded the depths of his thoughts. His skull pulsated in agony before surrendering him into unconsciousness.

As the narrative unfolds, we discover the youth’s name to be Gu Feng. Bereft of his parents from a tender age, he clings to an amulet as their only memento. On his birthday, yearning for his distant kin, Gu Feng finds himself atop his apartment building, lost in reverie with the keepsake in hand.

Unexpectedly, amidst a tapestry of stars and a resplendent moon, lightning strikes with unforgiving precision – targeting Gu Feng in his reverie, bead in grip, perched atop the high-rise. Then, he plummets from his lofty perch.

Time bleeds into oblivion, and Gu Feng gradually regains consciousness under a starless expanse, pierced by the distant howls of wild creatures.

Reflecting upon the influx of foreign memories, a peculiar expression paints Gu Feng’s face – has he traversed worlds?

As a product of the information age, the concept of transmigration is far from alien to Gu Feng. Countless television dramas and web novels exploring this trope have saturated the popular consciousness.

Still, he never anticipated this sensational plot twist to grace his own existence.

Clarity gradually returns, and moments later, an absurd mix of laughter and exasperation escapes his lips.

Fate has ordained that the former occupant of this body shared the name Gu Feng – are all who bear this moniker destined for misfortune?

Their life stories mirror each other, both orphaned at an early age. However, this Gu Feng found solace in a doting grandfather, whose whereabouts have been shrouded in mystery for several years.

After assimilating the memories of his predecessor, Gu Feng gains a comprehensive understanding of his current environment. This is a foreign realm known as the Nine States Continent, a vast landmass divided into nine regions.

Martial prowess reigns supreme in the Nine States Continent; the strong tower above the weak, considering them expendable. Technology is absent, replaced by martial cultivation; laws yield to brute force; empathy withers amidst the carnage.

Gu Feng finds himself roughly a hundred miles from Pan Stone Town. Pan Stone Town is dominated by the Gu Family, one of the three prominent clans – the Ning Family and the Guan Family round out the triumvirate.

Gu Feng’s origins are not without distinction; he is the only grandson of the Gu Family Patriarch, Gu Ming, and has demonstrated exceptional talent since childhood, attracting no shortage of adoration.

Tragically, not long after Gu Feng’s birth, his parents vanished without a trace, leaving an inconsolable Gu Ming to shower all his affection upon his beloved grandson.

However, when Gu Feng was ten, Gu Ming embarked on a quest to locate his lost son, never to be heard from again.

Initially, the Gu Family showered Gu Feng with attention and care. However, as time passed and it became evident that Gu Ming would not return, having left ten-year-old Gu Feng behind, the family’s attitude towards him changed for the worse.

A year after Gu Ming’s departure, Gu Feng mysteriously encountered issues with his cultivation practice. His martial prowess declined dramatically, falling from the fourth level of the Martial Realm to the second within a year.

Once celebrated as a cultivation prodigy and the pride of the Gu Family, Gu Feng became a symbol of disgrace. He endured scorn and humiliation.

Three years after Gu Ming’s departure, the Gu Family appointed a new patriarch, and Gu Feng, the sole heir of the former leader, became an unwelcome presence.

If not for the slim possibility of Gu Ming’s return, Gu Feng, seen as an irritant and a source of discomfort, might have already been erased from existence.

Yesterday marked the annual hunting event for the Gu Family’s younger disciples, designed to provide them with experience. Each year, the event took place in Yu Mountain near Pan Stone Town, where they hunted Demon Beasts to allocate cultivation resources for the coming year based on their performance.

Tragically, Gu Feng’s life was not claimed by a Demon Beast but by Gu Yi, who left his body at the edge of a cliff. Gu Yi, the grandson of Gu Jian, the current patriarch of the Gu Family and Gu Feng’s great-uncle, was essentially Gu Feng’s cousin.

Even in his final moments, Gu Feng couldn’t understand why the vast Gu Family could not accommodate a disciple of the second level of the Martial Realm.

With this thought, Gu Feng lying on the ground sighed inwardly, thinking his fate was even harsher than his own.

Surrounded by darkness, with broken limbs immobilizing him, Gu Feng managed a bitter smile. Was he to die here shortly after being resurrected?

Ignoring the Demon Beasts lurking in Yu Mountain, ready to make him their meal, even escaping them would not prevent him from eventually starving to death.

Was his fate really so wretched? In novels, those who traversed realms always led impressive lives, making a name for themselves in foreign worlds. He, however, found himself in the body of a cultivation failure and a dying man, awaiting death with a battered body.

Cursed fate, can you play any more tricks on me?

As Gu Feng inwardly cursed his luck, the dim moonlight revealed the golden pagoda drawing blood from his wounds. Over time, the red bead atop the tower became even more vivid.

After an indeterminate period, the red bead emitted a dazzling light that enveloped Gu Feng completely. Soon after, he vanished from the ground, leaving behind only a pool of blood as evidence of someone’s presence.

Chapter 2: Godslaying Tower

What in the world? Did I transmigrate again?

Lowering his gaze, he saw the same battered, near-death body. No, this wasn’t transmigration.

Is anyone there? Where am I? Gu Feng called out.

Tsk, tsk! How did such a piece of trash end up here? A raspy voice echoed through the empty hall.

Who’s there? Who said that? Show yourself, coward! Gu Feng shouted, trying to sound brave.

You insignificant worm dares to raise your voice before me? The voice boomed again, and suddenly, a shadowy figure materialized from the swirling gray mist.

Holy moly! What are you? Gu Feng exclaimed, his voice tinged with terror. Had he not experienced such extraordinary events in the past few days, he would have fainted on the spot.

I am not a ‘what’. The figure paused, realizing its mistake, and continued, I am a god, the Tower God of this tower.

Tower God!

He had heard of genies before. Could this be something like the genie in Aladdin?

Tower God, are you the kind who can grant three wishes? Gu Feng asked eagerly, his eyes filled with anticipation. He already had his wishes lined up:

First, he wanted to go home. This strange place was too dangerous, and being trapped in the body of a good-for-nothing was a dead end.

Second, he wanted the Tower God to resurrect his parents. Gu Feng had forgotten their faces, only seeing their faint outlines in his dreams.

Third, he wanted an endless supply of money. That way, he and his family could live comfortably. With money, everything else would follow.

Ahem! I can only grant you one wish! The Tower God seemed slightly embarrassed by Gu Feng’s assumption of three wishes.

Only one? This Tower God was far inferior to a genie. Gu Feng’s face fell. Which wish should he choose?

Can you resurrect my parents? His parents had given him life, yet he had never had the chance to repay their kindness. Now that the opportunity presented itself, he had to seize it.

The old man coughed awkwardly again. That’s not possible. I’m the Tower God, not the all-powerful Creator God. Gu Feng’s questions had left him feeling disconcerted.

Creator God? Can the Creator God resurrect my parents? Can you introduce me to the Creator God? The old man’s words had rekindled a spark of hope in Gu Feng.

Ahem! The Creator God resides in the Divine Realm. I don’t know where this forsaken place is, so I can’t help you with that either. The old man was starting to find this annoying little brat rather bothersome.

Gu Feng looked disappointed. Then what can you do?

The old man heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, a decent question. With a couple of harrumphs, his figure became a bit clearer. Looking up at the ceiling, he spoke in a deep voice, I can make you an unparalleled warrior, capable of looking down on all living beings, shattering the void, traversing the universe, and ascending to godhood.

You mean you can make me a god? Gu Feng stared at the old man incredulously. Back on Earth in the 21st century, there had been countless charlatans and cults. In Gu Feng’s eyes, the old man now resembled one of those old con men selling fake martial arts manuals to children.

You don’t believe me? The old man, who had lived for countless millennia, could see right through Gu Feng’s thoughts. He felt deeply insulted. How the mighty had fallen—to be looked down upon by such a worthless wretch! He couldn’t let that stand.

What would make you believe? The old man’s voice suddenly rose a few decibels.

Gu Feng sneered, Why don’t you show me? Otherwise, I’ll just say you’re all talk and no action.

Gu Feng’s provocation turned the old man’s face ashen (if he had one). You little punk, watch this. With a wave of his hand, the gray mist in the room surged towards Gu Feng.

Soon, the mist enveloped him completely, blocking the old man’s figure from view.

Oh no! This old coot is furious. Is he going to kill me? Gu Feng lay on the ground, too weak to escape, let alone resist.

Just when Gu Feng was filled with trepidation, something strange happened. As the mist entered his body, his wounds began to tingle. It was a sign of healing.

He tried to push himself up from the ground with his hands. It still hurt, but he had regained some strength. Enduring the pain, he managed to sit up.

Staring at the miraculous changes happening to his body, Gu Feng wore an expression of disbelief.

He had heard countless myths and read many fantastical stories, but now that all this was happening to him in reality, it was hard to take in.

Could this feeble old man, who didn’t even have a physical body, really be a god?

Not until all sensation of pain had left his body did Gu Feng stand up in the middle of the hall and give his thigh a hard pinch. The intense pain told him that this was not a dream—it was real!

Heh heh! What do you think? Do you believe me now? The old man reappeared, a smug smile on his face. Gu Feng’s expression filled him with delight.

Please, senior, bestow upon me the method to cultivate as a god. Gu Feng kowtowed before the old man. After everything he had just witnessed, he couldn’t bring himself to doubt anymore.

The old man waved a hand, and an irresistible force lifted Gu Feng to his feet.

A teachable disciple. I shall bestow upon you the supreme divine art, the Godslaying Art. It has nine levels, corresponding to the nine levels of the Godslaying Tower. Each time you break through a level in your cultivation, you will be able to unlock the corresponding level of the tower.

A strange smile crossed the old man’s face. There are little rewards on each level. You must work hard!

Many thanks, senior! Gu Feng looked at the old man with utmost respect.

Suddenly, the old man flicked his wrist, and a golden light flew towards Gu Feng. The light flashed and entered Gu Feng’s mind, filling it with obscure and abstruse writings.

Here is also a set of fist techniques suitable for your current level of cultivation. Consider it a gift, the old man’s voice rang out again.

This is the Godslaying Art?

Oh, I almost forgot to remind you, the old man said with a sly grin. The Godslaying Tower has been dormant for tens of thousands of years and requires a vast amount of Vitality to recover. If you cannot restore it, everything I just said will be for naught.

What should I do? Gu Feng asked. The Godslaying Tower was crucial to his path of cultivation, so he naturally took it very seriously.

The old man chuckled. It’s quite simple. I’ll teach you an incantation. With this incantation, the Godslaying Tower can absorb Vitality from the outside world. If you can obtain martial artists’ Essence Blood, it will be even more effective.

Martial artists’ Essence Blood?

To Gu Feng’s knowledge, extracting Essence Blood was a demonic cultivation technique. Looking at the old man’s expression, he was filled with doubt.

The old man, who had lived for countless millennia, could see through Gu Feng’s thoughts. You fool! Not only is your aptitude poor, but your mind is also dull. Martial artists’ Essence Blood is a good thing—it’s the purest form of energy.

If someone tries to kill you, what will you do? If you kill them and take their Essence Blood, isn’t that perfectly reasonable? The path to godhood is paved with rivers of blood and mountains of bones. Why are you so soft-hearted? If you cultivate with such a weak and timid mindset, you’ll never amount to anything. Even as a ghost, you’ll be bullied by others!

Chapter 3: Provocation

The elder’s words hit Gu Feng like a ton of bricks, enlightening him profoundly.

Having lived two lifetimes, Gu Feng realized that the world indeed operated just as the elder had described: survival of the fittest, where the strong prey on the weak.

In his previous life, Gu Feng lived in a civilized world where power was masked by a veneer of civility, but that didn’t mean it didn’t exist.

In this life, Gu Feng lived in a world that was even more brutally honest. When his grandfather was alive, he was the pride of the Gu Family; once his grandfather passed away, he immediately became the family’s disgrace and even faced mortal danger.

Strength was everything. In the eyes of the powerful, the weak were mere ants, to be trampled upon at will.

To survive, one must become strong, to make all beings look up to him.

I understand. Gu Feng clenched his fist, his determination clear as day.

Good! The elder nodded in approval. What I’ve passed on to you is only the first level of the Godslaying Art. You can only continue to the second level after you’ve broken through to it and unlocked the second level of the Godslaying Tower.

Glancing around, the elder continued, The Vitality here should support your cultivation for three months. After that, the Godslaying Tower and I will fall into a deep slumber, and you’ll be on your own.

Take care of yourself! After saying this, the elder’s figure dispersed and merged with the misty fog.

Senior! Gu Feng’s voice echoed in the empty hall, but there was no sign of the elder anymore.

Now inside the Godslaying Tower, Gu Feng felt momentarily lost.

Three months? He would probably starve within three days, and there was no clear instruction on how to exit.

Not willing to give up, Gu Feng walked around the hall, finding neither doors nor windows. Was he to be trapped to death in this tower?

Gu Feng chuckled bitterly and shook his head. He decided to first check the Godslaying Art. There must be a way out when he gets to it, as the saying goes.

Sitting cross-legged in the center of the hall, the few hundred words of the Godslaying Art appeared in his mind. He recognized these characters; they were commonly used in the Nine States Continent.

Gu Feng considered himself lucky. If he had been transported into the body of an illiterate, he would have suffered without being able to express it.

After silently reciting it a few times to make sure he got it right, Gu Feng began to practice.

The Vitality around him flowed into his meridians through his pores like streams. Gu Feng was shocked, nearly losing his concentration.

Why is this happening?

In Gu Feng’s memory, the speed at which Vitality entered his body should be around ten times slower than this. Was this because of the Godslaying Tower?

Gu Feng couldn’t figure it out for the moment, so he simply stopped thinking about it. After all, it was always a good thing to cultivate faster.

After completing only one full cycle, Gu Feng felt a jolt in his body, and his Dantian’s Vitality expanded significantly.

Martial Realm, third level! He had broken through?

In fact, Gu Feng didn’t know that the reason his cultivation had regressed was because he had been framed—he had been poisoned and his Vitality had been sealed. Just now, not only had the elder healed his injuries, but the poison in his body had also been expelled, so his cultivation had naturally returned.

Experiencing the benefits, Gu Feng was even more eager to continue cultivating.

After another full cycle, his body jolted again, and his cultivation broke through to the fourth level of the Martial Realm.

The Godslaying Tower was simply amazing!

Unaware of the true reason, Gu Feng attributed all of this to the Godslaying Tower, and his respect for the elder grew.

Time passed by. Three days later, Gu Feng didn’t feel any hunger. He couldn’t figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it and continued to cultivate diligently.

A month later, his cultivation broke through to the fifth level of the Martial Realm, and the mist in the Godslaying Tower began to thin.

Two months later, Gu Feng had become proficient in the first level of the Godslaying Art, but he showed no signs of breaking through.

Three months later, Gu Feng finally broke through again, reaching the sixth level of the Martial Realm. By this time, the mist in the tower had almost disappeared, and the golden hall appeared before Gu Feng’s eyes.

Now that the Vitality in the tower was exhausted, it was time for him to go out.

With a thought, Gu Feng’s vision blurred, and he found himself back in the forest. He looked around and saw that he was in the same spot where he had disappeared that day.

He looked down at his chest, and the golden Godslaying Tower was still hanging there. He reached out to touch the cold Godslaying Tower, still finding it hard to believe everything that had happened to him.

He shook his head, dispelling his distracting thoughts. Having been reborn, Gu Feng’s heart was filled with excitement. He raised his head and let out a long howl that echoed through the mountains, lingering for a long time.

A rustling sound came from the side, and Gu Feng turned his head to look, instantly freezing in place.

A pig?

Despite having spent three months in this otherworldly environment, all of which were within the tower, Gu Feng found it a bit hard to adjust at first. A quick search through his memories made things clearer.

The porcupine, also known as the arrow pig, was the lowest level of Demon Beast, roughly equivalent to the third level of the Martial Realm in human terms. Looking at the spiky porcupine, Gu Feng smiled lightly, thinking it would be good practice.

The porcupine seemed completely unaware of its predicament, its round eyes staring at Gu Feng with a hungry gleam. Humans hunted Demon Beasts, but Demon Beasts also saw humans as food.

With a grunt, the porcupine’s back bristled like a forest of spears and swords, as it charged towards Gu Feng.

With a calm smile, Gu Feng stood his ground and threw a light punch towards the porcupine’s head.

The punch stirred up a wild gale, covering the distance of over ten feet in the blink of an eye.

With a loud ‘bang’, followed by a scream, the porcupine was sent flying even faster than it had charged, landing thirty feet away with a ‘thud’.

Looking at his fist, Gu Feng blinked in disbelief. For someone who was physically weak in his previous life, this was all too shocking.

A porcupine weighing over a hundred pounds was sent flying thirty feet away with a single punch. What kind of strength was that? For the first time, Gu Feng was filled with desire for this cruel otherworldly environment.

Although the porcupine was the lowest level of Demon Beast, it should still have Essence Blood, right? He wasn’t sure if it met the Godslaying Tower’s requirements, but decided to try anyway.

Approaching the porcupine, he held the Godslaying Tower in his left hand and formed a hand seal with his right, murmuring incantations.

Collect! Gu Feng shouted softly, and a faint blood light seeped out from the porcupine’s body, drifting towards the Godslaying Tower and merging into the red bead at the tower’s top. The light flashed, and then everything was calm again.

It really worked! It seems that killing people isn’t necessary; slaying Demon Beasts works as well.

Having lived in the 21st century, Gu Feng found the notion of killing deeply abhorrent.

Stop! Just as Gu Feng was about to dissect the porcupine for a meal, an abrupt voice interrupted him. Two young men in their twenties, dressed in strong attire, approached Gu Feng.

What’s the matter? Gu Feng asked, clearly puzzled.

One of the men, with an arrogant demeanor, said, Did you kill this porcupine?

Yes, I did. Is there a problem? Gu Feng was completely baffled.

The other man snorted coldly, There’s a big problem! This porcupine was ours, and now that you’ve killed it, what do you say we should do?

It turned out they were looking for trouble. Gu Feng’s expression turned cold. The Yu Mountain was teeming with countless Demon Beasts, and he had never heard of anyone raising Demon Beasts here. It seemed they saw him as an easy target because he was alone and young, hoping to rob him halfway and take advantage of the situation.

Chapter 4: Destruction

In fact, Gu Feng had misunderstood these two men. They were indeed looking for trouble, but not over the porcupine—it was the Godslaying Tower on Gu Feng’s chest.

Just now, when Gu Feng had collected the porcupine’s Essence Blood, these two men had witnessed it. Let alone these two, who were at the sixth and fifth levels of the Martial Realm, even many senior martial artists had never heard of such a treasure, let alone seen it with their own eyes.

The two of them had put their heads together and, seeing that Gu Feng was just a teenager of fifteen or sixteen, figured he couldn’t be that strong. They had immediately decided to kill him and take the treasure.

However, they still had some shame, so they came up with a lame excuse.

Boy, I’m asking you, what do you suggest we do? The speaker stared coldly at Gu Feng, clearly growing impatient.

What do you think should be done? Gu Feng, unaware of their thoughts, wondered what their plan was.

The man at the sixth level of the Martial Realm smiled sinisterly and said, Simple! Seeing as you’re just a child, hand over the little tower on your chest and we’ll let bygones be bygones.

The Godslaying Tower!

Gu Feng’s expression darkened. Only now did he realize what they were after. They must have seen his actions just now. This incident served as a wake-up call for Gu Feng: until he had the strength to protect himself, he couldn’t show the Godslaying Tower to anyone. Otherwise, he might end up dead.

There are two of you. To whom should I give it? Gu Feng looked back and forth between the two of them, as if he couldn’t decide.

The two men exchanged a glance, seeing the wariness in each other’s eyes.

Junior Brother, don’t fall for his tricks. The man at the sixth level of the Martial Realm shouted, his gaze towards Gu Feng turning icy.

Hearing this, the other man’s expression turned cold. Brat, you don’t know what’s good for you. Trying to play tricks at this point? Let me send you on your way. With a sneer, he stepped forward and threw a punch at Gu Feng.

Gu Feng sneered back and threw a punch of his own.

Suddenly, things took an unexpected turn: the man who had been standing behind Gu Feng struck his junior brother in the back with a palm, causing him to grunt and spray out a mouthful of blood. Taking advantage of the situation, he lunged towards Gu Feng.

Gu Feng dodged the attacker and sneered. This was the true nature of people—in the face of benefits, even fathers and sons would turn on each other. What was a fellow disciple in comparison?

With a ‘thud’, the junior brother fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes wide open.

Fool! How can two people share one treasure? You’ll have to be the sacrifice. Looking down at his fallen junior brother, the senior brother coldly remarked, Your turn, boy!

He unleashed a palm strike, his vital energy swirling towards Gu Feng. In the man’s eyes, Gu Feng was just a naive youngster, easy to take down.

Gu Feng’s heart sank. This was the first time in his two lives that he was engaged in a life-or-death battle. Victory meant survival; defeat meant death. The person lying on the ground not far behind served as a grim reminder to Gu Feng of how brutal this world could be, where even companions could betray each other at any moment.

Break! Gu Feng shouted, throwing a punch. This punch was the most basic move of the Gu Family, and also the one he was most familiar with. No fancy tricks, just a single punch that concentrated all his strength to defeat the enemy.

This punch, carrying all of Gu Feng’s strength, exploded through the air, creating a crackling sound.

The man’s expression darkened immediately. Despite his young age, this kid was not weak. Seeing such power in a simple punch, he quickly dropped his underestimation, directing his vital energy through his meridians and into his palm.

Boom!

After a loud noise and a cloud of dust, a scream was heard, and a figure rapidly retreated, crashing heavily to the ground with a ‘thud’.

When the dust cleared, it was evident that Gu Feng stood unscathed, not having moved an inch, while the man lay motionless a few feet away.

His eyes were filled with shock and unwillingness. He regretted, thinking that if they had joined forces from the start, the outcome might have been different. But it was already too late.

Gu Feng walked over to the two men, murmuring the incantation just like before, and a red light flew out from their bodies into the bead.

This time, however, the two beams of light were much denser than before, especially one more so than the other.

After absorbing the Essence Blood of one beast and two men, Gu Feng was curious about any changes that might occur within the Godslaying Tower.

With a thought, he reappeared inside the Godslaying Tower. The grey fog before him was much thicker than when he had left, surely a change brought about by the absorption of the Essence Blood.

Recalling the comfortable three months of cultivation within the Godslaying Tower, Gu Feng couldn’t help but look forward to more unwitting challengers. Despite this, the idea of actively killing still posed a moral dilemma for him.

Once outside the tower, Gu Feng determined his direction and headed towards Pan Stone Town.

Having occupied someone else’s body and taken possession of their treasure, he naturally felt compelled to avenge the original owner’s grievances.

Gu Yi! You probably never imagined that Gu Feng would return to life in such a manner!

The thought of Gu Yi ignites an inexplicable surge of hatred in his heart, a sentiment belonging to the previous Gu Feng. Let this new Gu Feng resolve that hatred!

Thunderbolt Fist!

The punching technique taught by the old man consisted of only three moves, with speed as its sole essence. When practiced to perfection, the punches are as fast as thunder, catching the opponent off guard and breaking all defenses with speed.

This reminded Gu Feng of a line from a movie, In the world of martial arts, speed is unbeatable! The path of the Martial Path indeed converges from different routes, even in disparate worlds.

Gu Yi, only sixteen years old, had already reached the seventh level of the Martial Realm, making him the pride of the young generation in the Gu Family. Only Gu Feng, before the accident, could outmatch him.

To defeat Gu Yi with his current strength was still a tall order for Gu Feng. Since it’s impossible to quickly improve his cultivation level, he had to rely on the martial skill Thunderbolt Fist to compensate.

Although Gu Feng didn’t know how powerful the Thunderbolt Fist could become at its peak, he trusted the old man’s miraculous abilities. It surely wouldn’t be inferior to any of the Gu Family’s martial skills.

Thunderbolt Break!

The first move of Thunderbolt Fist concentrates all the vital energy into one point and strikes instantaneously, aiming to break through defenses with a focused attack for maximum power.

Boom! A loud noise followed, and a giant tree, as thick as a bowl, collapsed, turning into powder at the break. Truly domineering, far stronger than any punching technique he had practiced before.

In the following days, the Demon Beasts in the vicinity suffered. Having tasted victory, Gu Feng continued his slaughter, collecting the Essence Blood of all the Demon Beasts he encountered into the Godslaying Tower.

It took nearly ten days for Gu Feng to cover a mere hundred miles. During this time, Thunderbolt Break had become highly proficient, with the punches occasionally producing the Voice of Wind and Thunder. The rest would have to be honed through practice.

A quaint town appeared before Gu Feng.

Pan Stone Town! I, Gu Feng, have returned.

Gu Yi! I, Gu Feng, have returned.

Taking a deep breath to calm his emotions, Gu Feng lifted his head and walked towards Pan Stone Town.

Chapter 5: Kneel Down

Look who’s back! Isn’t this the genius of the Gu Family? Weren’t you supposed to be eaten by a Demon Beast? How come you’re not dead yet?

Just as Gu Feng stepped into Pan Stone Town, a cold sneer reached his ears. Turning his gaze, he saw a young man in white, grinning at Gu Feng.

Ning Qi, at the fifth level of the Martial Realm, was about the same age as Gu Feng. By the age of ten, Gu Feng had already reached the fourth level of the Martial Realm, overshadowing peers in Pan Stone Town, and had suffered ridicule from his age mates ever since the accident. The reason was simple: Gu Feng was the ‘child of someone else’ their parents always talked about.

Scram! Gu Feng dismissed Ning Qi’s insult with disdain.

Did the Demon Beast scare you silly? Ning Qi was momentarily stunned, not expecting this response. Since when did this waste from the Gu Family dare to talk back?

Watching Gu Feng’s departing figure, Ning Qi’s anger flared, feeling deeply insulted. The Gu Family was among the top three families. If someone else had insulted him, Ning Qi might have endured it, but he couldn’t tolerate insolence from a waste of the Gu Family. If word got out, how could Ning Qi continue to live in Pan Stone Town?

Stop right there! Did I say you could leave?

Gu Feng slowly turned around, his gaze cold. What do you want?

Ning Qi shuddered under that indifferent look but then snapped out of it, realizing he shouldn’t be feeling this way. You dared to insult me, you must kneel and kowtow to apologize.

On what grounds? If I recall correctly, you were the one who started the insults. Gu Feng’s voice was eerily calm.

This made Ning Qi feel a chilling disdain, a contempt. I insulted you because I am stronger than you. You’re still at the second level of the Martial Realm, aren’t you a waste?

Oh! Gu Feng raised an eyebrow and slowly said, So, what you mean is, if I’m stronger than you, I can insult you as I please?

Hahaha! Ning Qi couldn’t help but burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke, You really must have been scared silly by a Demon Beast. You, a second-level Martial Realm waste, dare to act so boldly in front of me, Ning Qi.

Gu Feng simply said, You haven’t answered my question.

Correct! In the Martial Path, strength is everything. If you were stronger than me, naturally, it would be as you say. However, what you should do first is kneel and beg for my forgiveness, Ning Qi coldly finished and took a step forward, an invisible pressure bearing down on Gu Feng.

Alright! I understand now. As you said, I should kneel down and beg for your forgiveness, Gu Feng said calmly, looking at Ning Qi.

Kneel down now! Ning Qi loudly ordered, staring at the unmoving Gu Feng.

Gu Feng looked at Ning Qi, who was hopping mad, his eyes full of mockery as he slowly said, You heard wrong. I told you to kneel and beg for my forgiveness.

What? Ning Qi couldn’t believe what he heard. Was this still the same waste? His anger intensified, and he fiercely said, Since you refuse to kneel, let me help you.

Ning Qi swung his fist towards Gu Feng’s chest. Despite his rage, there was a sliver of clarity in his mind. Gu Feng, no matter how worthless, was still a member of the Gu Family, and killing him would be problematic.

Merely injuring him severely, he believed, would not provoke the Gu Family to wage a war over such a waste.

Watching the fist coming his way, Gu Feng remained motionless, his clothes fluttering in the breeze of the punch. Truth be told, Ning Qi did possess decent strength, but that was all.

Just as the fist was less than a foot away from Gu Feng, he moved,