All Chapters of Immortal Asura: Crushing the Heavenly Dao: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
10 chapters
The Broken Tool
"If you die today, trash, it just means you were too weak to serve as my footstool," Wang Chen sneered, planting his heavy leather boot directly onto Lin Feng's bloody face.Blood tasted like copper and dirt, but Lin Feng had no choice but to swallow it. He lay flat on the cold stone of the training arena, his ribs aching with every ragged breath. Above him stood Wang Chen, the sect master's nephew, who was casually wiping Lin Feng's blood off his polished footwear. The daily torment was a routine by now, but today felt heavier, colder, and far more dangerous."Stand up, trash," Wang Chen barked, kicking Lin Feng squarely in the stomach. "I am not done warming up my fists. You are supposed to be my punching bag today, so act like it. Do not tell me that a single kick has broken your spirit already."Lin Feng gripped the coarse gravel of the courtyard, trying to push his broken body off the ground. Every movement sent a jolt of pure agony through his spine. "My spiritual roots are shat
Blood on the Jade
"May the heavens curse you, Elder Mo, because I will surely drag you down to hell with me," Lin Feng gasped as the freezing wind ripped the remaining breath from his lungs.He fell backward through the thick fog, the sharp mountain wall rushing past his face as a dark, jagged blur. The world became a dizzying swirl of gray mist, cold air, and whistling wind. The rocky bottom of the abyss was rushing up to meet him at an incredible speed, promising a brutal, bone-crushing end to his miserable existence as a sect punching bag. He closed his eyes, bracing for the final impact that would erase his pain forever. Suddenly, a massive, jagged boulder jutted out from the cliff face directly in his path.With a sickening, heavy crunch, his chest slammed violently into the solid stone structure. The impact was absolute, completely shattering the ancient green jade pendant hanging around his neck. The sharp, broken fragments pierced through his outer clothing and skin, driving deep into his flesh
The First Taste of Power
"If you want to eat my flesh, you will have to pay with your souls," Lin Feng whispered, his voice cutting through the low growls of the surrounding pack.The six shadow wolves tightened their circle, their crimson eyes locked onto his chest. The largest beast, a massive alpha with a scar across its snout, bared its yellow fangs and took a heavy step forward."Do not freeze now, boy," the ancient voice echoed faintly in the back of his mind. "Let the gold pathways breathe. Command the scripture.""I don't know how to control this," Lin Feng muttered under his breath, his hands trembling slightly as the alpha wolf crouched to spring. "Show me the way.""You do not need to think," the voice responded coldly. "Your blood already knows the path. Trust the hunger in your veins."The alpha wolf lunged, its massive jaws snapping targeted directly at Lin Feng's throat. The speed of the attack would have blinded him an hour ago, but now, the world seemed to move in slow motion.Lin Feng did no
Debt Collection
"You should have stayed dead in the dirt where we threw you, trash," a harsh voice muttered as the heavy wooden door creaked open on its rusted hinges.The outer sect shacks were completely silent under the cover of a pitch black, moonless night. Inside Lin Feng's tiny, damp room, a single torch flickered on the stone wall, casting long, dancing shadows across the broken furniture. A tall, muscular disciple named Zhao Kang stepped inside, his heavy leather boots kicking a shattered wooden stool across the floor. He began tossing Lin Feng's few remaining blankets and small medicine jars into a leather sack, looking for anything left of value that he could sell to the lower disciples."Looking for something specific, Zhao Kang?" a cold voice asked from the dark corner behind the door.Zhao Kang jumped, nearly dropping his sack as he spun around. His eyes widened in absolute surprise as Lin Feng stepped slowly out of the deep shadows. The golden light in Lin Feng's eyes was faint, but it
Shocking the Arena
"Look who finally crawled out of the stinking garbage heaps to join the living," Wang Chen sneered, stepping onto the elevated stone platform with a golden sword gripped tightly in his right hand.The entire outer sect arena was completely packed with thousands of shouting spectators. Bright colorful banners fluttered violently in the mountain breeze, and rows of disciples sat on long stone benches, laughing and pointing toward the center of the stage. In the middle of the platform stood Lin Feng, his simple gray cloth robes looking incredibly worn out and frayed compared to the bright, expensive silk clothing of his opponent."Is that really Lin Feng?" a loud voice called out from the very front row of the crowded audience. "The walking cripple with the shattered spiritual roots? Why on earth is he allowed to stand on the sacred combat stage today?""He must want to die early today," another disciple shouted back from across the rows, causing a massive wave of mocking laughter to ech
The Elder's Fury
"You have sealed your fate today, you little demon," Elder Mo roared, his voice shaking the heavy wooden foundations of the viewing box.The entire arena stayed dead silent. Thousands of disciples sat completely frozen on their stone benches, their eyes moving back and forth between the unconscious body of Wang Chen and the solitary figure of Lin Feng standing in the center of the platform. The cold mountain wind swept across the open courtyard, carrying the faint smell of spilled blood through the rows of spectators. Nobody dared to utter a single word."Look at him, he cannot even stand up straight," a disciple in the third row finally whispered to his neighbor, though his voice quickly died down under Elder Mo's furious glare."Silence!" Elder Mo bellowed, stepping directly over the shattered wooden railing of his private box. He floated down onto the stone arena floor, his long gray robes billowing behind him like dark storm clouds. His face was twisted into a mask of pure, unbrid
Secrets of the Bloodline
"If you cannot survive the truth of your own blood, Lin Feng, then Elder Mo will be the least of your worries," the ancient voice whispered inside his skull, breaking the deep quiet of the midnight hour.Lin Feng sat cross-legged on the cold, hard floor of his isolated wooden shack. The faint moonlight spilled through the cracks in the ceiling, illuminating the tiny glowing shards of green jade that still rested near his chest. He breathed slowly, steering the newly captured energy through his golden pathways."The old man has a lifetime of cultivation behind him," Lin Feng said aloud, his voice strained from the effort of his training. "I can feel the power inside me growing, but I need something more if I am going to tear him down in three days. The cosmic paths are strong, but I need a technique.""Look closer at the center of your heart," the voice urged him. "The jade pendant was not just a container for my spirit. It was a lock. Your blood has finally melted the outer seal, but
The Shadow in the Room
"You are already a corpse, Lin Feng, you just do not have the brains to fall over yet," the masked intruder hissed, his voice cutting through the damp air like a razor blade.The cold steel of the blade flashed through the darkness of the small wooden shack, aimed straight for Lin Feng's unprotected windpipe. The distance was too short, and the speed was far too great for any ordinary outer disciple to react. The green poison coating the weapon left a faint, glowing trail in the dark room, missing his throat by a mere thread of cloth as Lin Feng operated his golden cosmic pathways."You move like a clumsy turtle," Lin Feng shouted, his body shifting sideways with a sudden fluid grace that defied gravity.He slipped past the deadly edge at the very last millisecond, the wind of the blade brushing against his neck. The wooden wall behind him groaned as the assassin slammed his elbow into the timber, splintering the old boards into kindling."How did you dodge that strike?" the assassin
The Three Day Deadline
"If you drop to your knees right now and beg for mercy, Lin Feng, I might leave your corpse in one piece for the crows," Elder Mo shouted, his voice echoing across the crowded square.The morning sun had barely cleared the mountain peaks, but the grand arena was already overflowing with thousands of spectators. Disciples from every level of the Mystic Sword Sect packed the stone bleachers, leaning over the railings to catch a glimpse of the execution ground. A tense, heavy energy hung over the entire assembly as people pointed and whispered, their conversations filling the air with a low, chaotic buzz."Is the trash actually going to show up today?" an outer disciple asked his friend in the front row, adjusting his robes against the morning chill. "Or did he flee into the mountains like a coward during the night?""He has nowhere to run," the friend replied, shaking his head with a grim expression. "Elder Mo set trackers at every exit. If he stays away, they will hunt him like a dog i
Crimson Retribution
"Your flames are nothing but a minor annoyance to my skin, Elder Mo," Lin Feng shouted, his voice cutting clean through the thick wall of dark gray smoke.The stadium went completely silent as the dense clouds began to part. Thousands of spectators leaned forward, their eyes bulging as they saw Lin Feng standing in the absolute center of the scorched stone platform. His gray outer disciple robes were slightly charred at the edges, but his skin remained perfectly smooth, untarnished, and completely unbothered by the blazing heat."How on earth are you still standing after a direct strike from my premium weapon?" Elder Mo stammered, his face turning an ash gray color as he gripped the hilt of his burning sword. "That wave of fire was designed to reduce an ordinary mortal to a pile of dust in a single second!""You relied too much on stolen resources and fancy items, old man," Lin Feng said, taking a slow step forward on the cracked stone. "You forgot how to build real, honest strength.