Chapter 280: Wangyue Cliff
She hadn’t expected Chu Feng to be this fast.
It was simply unbelievable. ’Is he even human?’
It would take an ordinary person several hours to reach the summit.
"Let’s go have a look first," Chu Feng said, not mentioning the matter again.
After all, Su Miaoke’s cultivation level wasn’t high enough for her to understand even if he explained it.
By now, quite a few people had already gathered at the summit. They were in small groups, all dressed differently, each with their own distinct style.
Many of them looked familiar with one another, seemingly old acquaintances, and they gathered together to chat.
Of course, there were also some more solitary, aloof types standing alone or in pairs in various corners.
Chu Feng and Su Miaoke wandered around the summit for a bit and overheard that the most discussed topic was the comeback of Chu Feng’s family.
"I can’t believe there are so many people here," Su Miaoke said, a little astonished.
"To the wealthy magnates of the secular world, a Martial Arts Family holds immense appeal. It’s only natural that it would attract so many people," Chu Feng explained.
"I just saw a few people who are all famous tycoons. Their assets are no less than Jiang Tao’s group," Su Miaoke said.
"Oh? Do you think any of them are reliable?" Chu Feng asked.
"If you’re thinking about choosing an agent for the Chu Family, I don’t think it’s very useful," Su Miaoke said. "The best agents are always cultivated by the Martial Arts Clans themselves. Only then are they the most loyal, the most reliable, and ultimately, the best."
"The Chu Family definitely knows that. But given their current situation, it’s not so easy to cultivate someone new. An agent’s capabilities can’t be too low, and the Chu Family doesn’t have enough time to train one now. That’s why selecting someone from the outside is the most suitable option," Chu Feng said.
"But I can’t shake the feeling that the Chu Family has an ulterior motive for holding this so-called ’agent conference.’ Why would other Martial Arts Clans attend a typical agent conference? And there are quite a few of them here," Chu Feng continued.
"Right? I think so too. This seems a little too grandiose. It’s not like every Martial Cultivation Family would show up just for this, right? There must be other reasons," Su Miaoke said.
"Let’s not worry about them. Let’s go look up ahead. I heard there’s a place called Wangyue Cliff here with an incense burner on it. A lot of people used to come here to burn incense," Chu Feng said.
’He was actually quite curious about these things. The key was that he knew for a fact that the so-called gods truly, tangibly existed.’
’It wasn’t like what people in the world claimed—that religious deities were all just feudal superstitions.’
’Deities watch from three feet above your head; they observe every thought and intention of every person.’
’The gods have always existed in a dimension unseen by us, silently guarding everything in the mortal realm and maintaining its peace.’
’After all, with Huaxia’s culture being passed down for so many years, how could it all be mere fantasy?’
Chu Feng and Su Miaoke arrived at Wangyue Cliff. By this time, many people had already gathered by its edge.
Everyone was gathered there, looking at the cliff face.
A ledge about thirty centimeters wide extended out for about a dozen meters, and at its farthest point sat an incense burner.
The incense burner looked rather simple and ancient, suffused with an air of history.
"Since we’re at Wangyue Cliff, we might as well offer a stick of incense." The speaker was a man in a tunic suit who looked to be in his late thirties.
He held a stick of incense in his hand. With a single step, he crossed several meters, making it look effortless.
Even though the Wangyue Cliff ledge was about a dozen meters long, he reached the end in just a few steps. He lit the incense, bowed three times, and inserted it into the burner.
At this, Chu Feng was stirred. Burning incense in a place like this was usually to pay respect to the heavens, the earth, and the gods. The incense was meant to connect the three realms, its smoke piercing the nine heavens.
So, he immediately extended his Divine Sense in that direction. He wanted to see if the so-called smoke was truly piercing the nine heavens.
It was invisible to the naked eye, but a Divine Soul and Divine Sense could perceive it.
However, after investigating, Chu Feng was quickly disappointed.
Using his Divine Sense, he discovered that the smoke wasn’t reaching the nine heavens at all. Instead, it was merely drifting in the void, with no one to receive it.
This meant the gods couldn’t sense it.
"Sigh..." Chu Feng sighed, feeling helpless.
’He had actually wanted to see if he could discover any gods, to see if he could communicate with them.’
’After all, the God of Wealth had been missing for far too long. He had never shown himself, and his whereabouts were unknown.’
"Honey, what are you sighing about? Did you see something?" Su Miaoke asked, noticing something was off with Chu Feng.
"Burning incense like this is completely meaningless," Chu Feng said.
"Young Master Chu Feng!" Just then, Chu Wushuang suddenly appeared, greeting Chu Feng.
Following behind Chu Wushuang were several other Chu Family disciples.
"Chu Wushuang, right?" Chu Feng said with a smile.
He remembered this man as the former number one prodigy of the Chu Family, who had nevertheless been defeated by his hand.
A single sword strike was all it took to defeat him, a fact that had left Chu Wushuang utterly convinced of his loss.