Heavenly Rebellion: The Human Race's Rise to Prominence
Chapter 70: The Young Miss of the Chen Clan

Chapter 70: The Young Miss of the Chen Clan

Feng found the entire situation somewhat ridiculous.

How unlucky did he have to be to get entangled with the most powerful clan in Silverpine City—just from escorting an old man he met right after leaving the Blackwood Forest?

Feng sighed despite the pain from the Emerald Poison, thinking about how things always seemed to go haywire in his life.

Pushing through the discomfort, he asked the system a question.

Hey system is the reason why I’m so unlucky because of those tribulations that you were talking about?

[Responding to host: The system is unsure if these events are caused by the host existence or if the host is just unlucky]

When Feng heard the system’s response, he shook his head and muttered, "Even the system doesn’t know why my luck is so bad."

Yan Li and Yan Hao, who were right beside him and shivering in fear, looked at him at the same time.

Yan Hao couldn’t help but speak out loud, "Big Bro Feng, is this really the time to be muttering to yourself? We’re about to die, you know!"

Yan Li then added, "That’s right, Big Bro Feng. If those end up being your last words, it won’t be funny at all."

Feng looked at the twins staring at him and nodded before saying, "Just ignore me. This situation is so overwhelming that my brain is getting fried."

When Yan Li and Yan Hao heard Feng’s explanation, they also nodded.

"That’s right. How did we get so unlucky that we ran into this bastard Chen Yang of all people?"

Feng looked up and stared at Chen Yang, his eyes suddenly glittering with killing intent as a cold thought surfaced in his mind.

Chen Yang, huh? If you don’t kill me today, I’ll make sure to slaughter you when I get stronger. This humiliation you gave me—I’ll pay it back tenfold.

Chen Yang, seeing the look on Lin Feng and the others’ faces, finally spoke, clearly intent on ending this situation before anything unexpected could happen.

"Nine Nether Soul Art: Soul Infection."

As Chen Yang’s voice rang out, the air trembled.

Tiny, glowing purple lights appeared out of nowhere, floating in the air like fireflies.

They flickered and swirled, slowly coming together at a single point above Chen Yang’s palm.

In the next moment, the lights merged, forming a massive pool of dark purple energy.

Its surface rippled like liquid, as a cold, eerie aura spread from it, making the air feel heavy.

Then, with a push of his hand, Chen Yang sent the pool forward.

It didn’t just move—it spread like a giant wave, twisting and curling as it reached in all directions.

"Guess this is it, guys. It was nice knowing you," Huang Bei suddenly spoke up from behind them, a smile on his face.

He clearly didn’t mind dying in an honorable way.

Yan Hao and Yan Li, upon hearing his words, didn’t even have the energy to curse anymore.

They simply stared straight ahead at the incoming attack, their faces pale with resignation.

Lin Feng, however, had his eyes locked onto Chen Yang.

His gaze burned with murderous intent, committing every detail of his enemy’s face to memory.

The killing intent within him surged higher than ever before.

This is the difference between the strong and the weak. In the face of true power, the can’t even choose how they die.

The glowing purple spiritual energy poison surged forward, intent on enveloping Feng and the others, seeping into their bodies like a death sentence.

"Goodbye."

Chen Yang’s voice echoed with indifference, a hint of boredom laced within.

Clearly, he didn’t believe anyone could stop him, especially with a Foundation Establishment-level spiritual beast at his side.

Unfortunately for Chen Yang, the heavens had other plans for Lin Feng— as they clearly weren’t ready to let him die just yet as a powerful spiritual energy pressure suddenly filled the surroundings.

The air grew heavy, and a suffocating force bore down on everyone present.

This presence was strong—whoever it was had also reached the 10th level of Qi Condensation or even higher

Then, a figure stepped forward.

It was a girl.

Her long, flowing black hair cascaded like a midnight waterfall, each strand shimmering as it swayed in the wind.

Her beauty was ethereal—flawless porcelain skin, full lips, and high cheekbones that exuded elegance.

Yet, it was her eyes that truly mesmerized—twin amethysts burning with fury, sharp and untamed.

Even in anger, she was breathtaking, like a goddess of war, both fierce and beautiful.

Her angry voice rang out, shaking the surrounding area.

"Chen Yang, you dare?"

The moment she spoke, the spiritual energy around her surged violently.

A powerful force swept across the battlefield, tugging at Chen Yang’s attack.

The swirling purple energy that had been hurtling toward Lin Feng and the others twisted unnaturally in midair, as if caught by an invisible hand.

Even the poison seeping into the ground was wrenched back, drawn toward the source of this overwhelming power.

With a single motion of her hand, the deadly tide of Nethersoul Poison reversed course, flowing toward her.

She didn’t resist it—she absorbed it effortlessly.

The poison-laced energy coiled around her like a serpent before sinking into her body, vanishing without a trace.

For a moment, the battlefield was deathly silent. Then, the air around her began to shift.

A deep, ominous hum echoed as her spiritual energy erupted once more, far stronger than before.

Dark purple mist radiated from her form, merging with the stolen energy and refining it into something even more potent.

Chen Yang’s expression darkened.

His attack hadn’t merely been neutralized—it had been consumed.

She had taken his technique and used it as cultivation material.

There was only one person in this world who could withstand Nethersoul Poison and still unleash such terrifying pressure.

"Chen Mei!! You dare interfere in my affairs?!"

Chen Yang’s scream was filled with fury, his expression twisting.

Of all people, he hadn’t expected her to be here.