Chapter 421: Father and Son’s Conversation

The next day, Tianxuan Sect issued widespread invitations, announcing to the world that the ceremony for the transfer of leadership would take place in half a month. The new supreme leader would be Tian Yu, renowned as the greatest genius in the cultivation realm of Qiyuan Star.

This news spread rapidly throughout the cultivation community, causing tremendous excitement. Yet it wasn’t unexpected—everyone already knew he was destined to become the next supreme leader of Tianxuan Sect.

Su Che’s plan was that on the day of the leadership transfer ceremony, leaders from various major sects would surely come to Tianxuan Sect to offer their congratulations. He would take this opportunity to capture them all at once.

However, he wouldn’t treat the Yuan Ying cultivators from those sects, who had always maintained good relations with Tianxuan Sect, as his servants. Instead, he would temporarily alter their souls to make them obedient to his grand migration plan.

After all, these sects had no grudges against him. Once they entered the Immortal Prison World, he would fully restore their freedom and provide various compensations in other ways.

Personally, Su Che was satisfied enough with being able to lead over 10 billion people from nine major sects—Tianxuan Sect, Wuji Sect, Taiyi Sect, Wanguizong, and others—to leave Qiyuan Star. He wasn’t necessarily determined to trap every living being on Qiyuan Star in the Immortal Prison to feel fulfilled.

The reason he wanted to take as many people as possible was, to some extent, out of a desire to save them.

This wasn’t hypocrisy—it was a deduction based on information revealed by Tianyin before.

If it was forced migration to the Immortal Prison, why call it saving them?

During their last star journey, Tianyin had casually mentioned that millions of years ago, the Witch God chose Qiyuan Star to establish the Mi Xian Realm and lead many Witch Tribe members to ascend to the Immortal Realm. This was also a plan made in advance for their return today.

In other words, it was a move premeditated by the Witch God.

Why Qiyuan Star? Because this region of the galaxy was precisely where the spatial crystal wall separating the Spirit Realm from the cultivation realm was weakest. When the Witch God returned to the cultivation realm and used his supreme power to break through the spatial crystal wall, merging the Spirit Realm and the cultivation realm once again, Qiyuan Star, located right beneath his feet, would inevitably bear the brunt of the spatial storm. The disaster that would ensue was truly unpredictable.

In the worst-case scenario, the entire Qi Yuan Star might be completely destroyed, leading to the extinction of countless beings. Although this is just a speculation, such a tragedy is indeed possible. Over a decade ago, a skirmish among some cultivators at the Mahayana stage in the Spirit Realm had repercussions on Qi Yuan Star, causing the great disaster that destroyed Su Che’s family. This also proves that the spatial crystal barrier in this area is quite weak. Though Su Che never claimed to be a merciful sage, since a large-scale migration plan was being implemented, he decided to take as many people as possible with him. After all, taking ten or a hundred didn’t make much difference to him. How much he could accomplish depended on his luck and their fates. Su Che wouldn’t push things too far; protecting his Tian Xuan Sect was what mattered most.

…

In the cultivation world, Su Che was busy with his large-scale migration plan, but in the Spirit Realm, Lin Feng’s spiritual essence had already returned to his family. Su Che’s guess was correct—Lin Feng wasn’t dead after all.

“How could this happen?”

Inside the magnificent hall, a deep voice resonated throughout the area: “Feng, how could you be defeated so miserably, even to the point of losing your physical body? There shouldn’t be any force in the cultivation world of Qi Yuan Star capable of harming you.”

“Father, I was careless and fell into a trap set by others,” Lin Feng’s spiritual essence formed a translucent figure before his father, speaking in a relatively calm tone. “But more importantly, there indeed exists a force in the cultivation world of Qi Yuan Star capable of killing me, and there are more than one such force.”

“Oh?”

A middle-aged man with a robust build and imposing presence sat on the throne, frowning as he studied his younger son. Judging from his expression, he didn’t seem overly worried about his son’s lost physical body. It wasn’t that he didn’t care at all about his son, but for someone at the Lingxu stage, as long as the spiritual essence remained intact, losing a physical body wasn’t a big deal. In the Spirit Realm, there were many ways to rebuild a body, and generally, it would take only twenty or thirty years to restore one’s cultivation level.

Lin Feng’s spiritual essence continued to convey messages to his father: “I encountered two formidable opponents. One was a mysterious woman with the power of Immortal Essence; I suspect she might be related to some true immortal in the Immortal Realm. The other opponent was something extremely strange—it looked like a giant heart. I suspect it might be the remaining heart of some ancient demon god…”

Lin Feng recounted in great detail to his father everything that had happened to him in the cultivation world of Qi Yuan Star. After hearing this, the middle-aged man’s eyes gleamed with intensity as he said in a deep voice, “That Tian Yu you mentioned only has the cultivation level of the early Yuan Ying stage, yet he already possesses so many special abilities… Feng, what’s your opinion on this?” At this point, Lin Feng didn’t dare play any tricks on his father anymore; he knew better than anyone just how formidable his father was. So, he could only confess frankly, “After this confrontation, I think there’s reason to suspect him as the one who obtained the treasure!” “Really?” The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, his overwhelming aura of a powerful cultivator filling the hall, causing Lin Feng’s spiritual projection to tremble violently, as if it might collapse at any moment. This showed that even this usually unshaken cultivator at the Tribulation stage was losing control of his emotions. “Father, it’s true!” Lin Feng hurriedly cried out. “This man’s innate talent is extremely ordinary, yet he reached the Yuan Ying stage before the age of thirty and can also master two great cultivation techniques… He’s different from ordinary people in many ways. I think his suspicion is very high.” “Hahaha…” The middle-aged man laughed several times, then suddenly lowered his head, looking at his younger son with a strange smile, and nodded. “Not bad, Feng. Among you brothers, you’re the one who resembles me the most!” “I dare not…” Lin Feng’s heart trembled. Of course, he knew that by now, his father had seen through all his previous selfish motives and schemes. “There’s nothing to be afraid of!” The middle-aged man waved his hand. “The path of cultivation involves competing with heaven, earth, and people—competing everywhere. Your thoughts are quite normal; even I can understand them. Your schemes are also quite good. At first, everyone, including me, was deceived by you. It’s a pity that while you were scheming against others, you were also schemed against.” “Yes, Father. I’m very unwilling to accept this failure,” Lin Feng said with regret. “I was too greedy. In fact, I should have used the strongest methods from the start, capturing him at all costs. It was because I wanted to capture him alive that things turned out like this…” “Hmm, knowing how to reflect on oneself is not bad.” The middle-aged man nodded first, pondered for a moment, then said, “This matter must not be revealed to anyone else, especially not those old guys.”

“Yes, Father.” Lin Feng was immediately delighted and confirmed that his father shared the same plan—to act secretly and obtain that treasure quietly.
“It’s a pity…” The middle-aged man shook his head gloomily and sighed deeply, “We old folks keep a close eye on each other; none of us is allowed to act on our own. If we don’t want anyone else to know about this, it will have to be you to handle it.”
“Me?”
Lin Feng was stunned and quickly replied, “I have already lost my physical body. Going back to the mortal world again would only lead to death.”
“Hmph…” The middle-aged man chuckled darkly, “Your father has a way to help you recreate your physical body in a short time and raise your cultivation from the early stage of Lingxu to the middle stage. Then we can send you back to the mortal world secretly, as if you never returned during that time.”
“But…”
Instead of feeling pleased, Lin Feng became panicked at such news, his expression changing drastically. After all, he was also a powerful cultivator at the Lingxu stage, not some naive boy. He understood that there’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world—anything desired required a corresponding price.
He just didn’t know if he could afford that price.
“What, you don’t trust your father?” The middle-aged man’s expression darkened.
“I dare not,” Lin Feng replied, unable to resist his extremely domineering father. He could only sigh inwardly, knowing he would have to endure whatever arrangement was made.
Although he couldn’t guess how his father would “create” him, Lin Feng could tell he would surely use some method to control his life soul. In that case, even if he managed to obtain the treasure, he would still have to obediently return to the Spirit Realm and present it to his father.
Because with his life soul in his hands, no matter where he was, his father could easily find him. Then, with just a thought, he could take Lin Feng’s life.
This father had once said to all his children, “Your lives are given by me, and your achievements are also given by me. Whoever dares to defy me can have everything they possess taken away…”
The middle-aged man could easily guess Lin Feng’s thoughts and said softly, “Feng, I understand your selfish desires. You should also understand mine, right? Besides, you are my most beloved son. Even if that treasure falls into my hands, you will still be the greatest beneficiary under me. Your father will never treat you unfairly, won’t he?”

“Yes, Father.” Lin Feng could only reply with respect.
After the gentle tone, the man turned harsh again. His expression turned cold as he said, “On the contrary, starting from today, if you try to play any tricks or schemes on me again, you should know well what my methods are. On the path of cultivation, even biological father and son can become enemies who never stop fighting each other. Such things are common and nothing surprising.”
“I dare not.”
Lin Feng’s spiritual avatar bowed and replied, “I have fully realized it now. From this day forward, I will always be the beloved Feng in Father’s eyes.”
“Haha…”
The middle-aged man laughed loudly once more, pointing at Lin Feng and saying, “I told you! You resemble me the most!”
But Lin Feng inwardly smiled bitterly: It’s precisely because I resemble you the most that I’m the most unlucky, because you can guess whatever’s on my mind…