Top-grade Demon Supreme

Hearing Chu Feng's words, Red Rose's mouth twitched.

It was her first time encountering someone with such thick skin, practically as thick as the walls of the Great Wall.

"Here, this money can serve as our drink fund!"

Chu Feng placed over ten thousand yuan he got from Poison Snake's subordinates on the bar counter and said to Hou Yu, who was still in a daze, "Let's go."

"Oh!"

Hou Yu snapped back to reality and quickly followed Chu Feng out.

Watching Chu Feng leave, Red Rose's enchanting eyes narrowed slightly, radiating a strange light.

"Brother, you're so amazing. Are you a martial arts expert? Do you need an apprentice? Take me as your student!"

As soon as they stepped out of the bar, Hou Yu bombarded Chu Feng with chatter, his eyes brimming with excitement and agitation, ready to ask Chu Feng to take him as a disciple on the spot.

"Stop, I don't take disciples, bye!"

Chu Feng said and bolted away.

Listening to this guy any longer would make him crumble.

"I will definitely become your apprentice!"

Hou Yu shouted loudly.

Back in the villa, the two ladies were watching TV.

"Why are you back so late? Where have you been? And why do you smell of a woman's perfume?"

The moment Chu Feng sat on the sofa, Luo Ling'er glared at him.

"Are you my wife, asking so many questions?"

Chu Feng laughed.

"I am your employer, of course, I have the right to know these things!"

Luo Ling'er pursed her lips.

"Boring, I went to have a drink with a beauty, you guys keep watching, I'm going back to my room."

Chu Feng stood up and went straight to his room.

"This guy really is a lecherous rogue!"

Luo Ling'er huffed.

"Ling'er, why do I feel like you're jealous?"

Tang Mengmeng blinked at Luo Ling'er.

"Go away, blockhead!"

Luo Ling'er glared at Tang Mengmeng and viciously pinched her.

"You're pinching me again!"

Tang Mengmeng pouted, and the two women started to frolic again.

Meanwhile, Chu Feng returned to his room, sat on the bed, moved his hands, and entered the state of cultivation.

Soon, a black light bloomed behind Chu Feng.

A massive Demon Dragon Tattoo appeared on his back, exuding a chilling and bloodthirsty aura.

Around Chu Feng, three types of light began to swirl: a sharp gold, a scorching red, and a gentle blue.

At that moment, in the depths of Chu Feng's Spirit Sea, a giant Black Tripod could be vaguely seen, rotating into motion.

Energy from Heaven and Earth surged into Chu Feng's body.

This energy was exactly what martial artists needed for cultivation, the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi.

Simultaneously, in the Hua Country Imperial Capital.

In a room decorated like a royal palace, a woman sat on a chair, wearing a purple nightgown, holding a cup of premium coffee in her hand.

Her natural beauty shone without makeup, her skin smooth and lustrous, pale as snow, with a delicate rose tint. Her facial features were strikingly refined, gleaming with a tender luster.

Most captivating were her eyes, like black gems, with gazes that could charm the ages.

Her figure was flawless, her pale and smooth shoulders, her breasts developed to near perfection.

Her waist was slender, barely enough to grasp, and beneath the nightgown, her long and shapely legs were tantalizing, stirring an impulse to caress them.

This woman was undeniably a beauty that could topple a nation, and combined with the noble and frosty aura she exuded, she could make countless men surrender before her skirt.

And she was the number one beauty of the Imperial City, the eldest daughter of the Murong Family, a top-ranking family in the Imperial City, Murong Yan. Of course, five years ago she was the fiancée of Chu Feng, the number one waste of the Imperial City.

However, five years ago, Murong Yan publicly called off her engagement, finally shedding the humiliating title of the fiancée to the waste.

At this moment, Murong Yan's maid approached her and whispered,

"Miss, Young Master Chu Xiao has sent someone with top-grade coffee that is a specialty of Yingji Country."

"I know,"

Murong Yan responded indifferently, her voice carrying a trace of aloofness, her gaze indifferent as if nothing mattered to her.

"Miss, Young Master Chu Xiao has been considerate and attentive towards you for the past five years, it seems he is truly sincere!"

The maid remarked as she looked at Murong Yan.

"He is not bad, but unfortunately, he still lacks the qualifications to be my man. If his father were Chu Tianlong, considering the prestige of the Mad Dragon, perhaps he would have a chance to be my man, but that's not the case!"

A hint of regret flashed across Murong Yan's eyes.

"Yes, it would have been great if the Mad Dragon and Young Master Chu Xiao were father and son, but unfortunately, the Mad Dragon produced such a useless son in Chu Feng!"

The maid said, shaking her head.

"At first, when the Mad Dragon came to propose marriage for his son, I thought that as the son of the Mad Dragon, he might not be so worthless, but it turned out he was such a waste, truly a disgrace to the Mad Dragon!"

Murong Yan said coldly, her eyes filled with disdain and scorn when she spoke of Chu Feng.

"That poor fellow is also unlucky, having lost the protection of the Mad Dragon, he directly became a trampled waste. However, it is also fortunate for Miss, for it meant your timely escape!"

The maid said with a laugh.

"Let's not talk about him, a dead person is not worth mentioning."

Murong Yan spat out disdainfully.

"Miss, what if, by some chance, the Mad Dragon returns one day and finds out his son is dead, wouldn't that be... "

The maid furrowed her brow as if worried about something.

"It's not like I killed him, so there's nothing to worry about. As for calling off the engagement, even if the Mad Dragon were angry, it wouldn't be a big deal."

"Besides, the Mad Dragon has been missing for five years now. With his strength, the fact that he hasn't shown up for such a long time means he is most likely dead!"

"It's a pity, a martial arts giant passed away!"

Murong Yan's gaze flickered slightly.

...

As quick as a blink, a new day arrived.

In Chu Feng's room, rich Primordial Energy enveloped him.

Among it, gold, red, and blue lights shimmered brightly.

Soon, all the Primordial Energy dissipated, and the three lights disappeared into Chu Feng's body as he opened his eyes, vigorous and spirited.

"Still unable to break through to the Fourth Transition!"

Chu Feng said, a bit frustrated.

"It seems relying solely on Primordial Energy to break through to the Fourth Transition is not so simple after all!"

Chu Feng murmured to himself.

"I wonder what the story is behind this Black Tripod; it actually helps me gather so much Primordial Energy!"

Chu Feng thought of the large tripod in his Spirit Sea, frowning slightly, his heart filled with confusion.

This large tripod had been in his mind as far back as he could remember, and he could even see it, which was quite miraculous. Later on, when he met the old man and began his cultivation,

every time he cultivated, the tripod would automatically start to operate, significantly enhancing the speed and amount of Primordial Energy he could absorb.

It was largely thanks to this tripod that he had gone from a waste to a formidable Demon Lord in just five years.

But even now, he had no idea what this tripod really was, though he had a faint feeling that it was no ordinary object.

Unable to figure it out, Chu Feng stopped pondering and got up to leave.

"Good morning, big brother!"

At that moment, Tang Mengmeng appeared, wearing her pajamas, drinking a glass of milk.

"All you drink is papaya soup or milk, no wonder they're so big!"

Chu Feng remarked as he observed Tang Mengmeng's ample—bounteous peaks, then added, "Though it looks like you've spilled some!"