Chapter 135: The Technique of the Desire Eye

"Young Master Chu, are you alright? Your complexion..."
"Why is Young Master Chu's face so flushed? And his eyes!"
"Huh? Young Master Chu's gaze looks so strange!"

The female warriors standing beside Chu Feng watched as he and Dong Zhuo stood face-to-face. The two locked eyes, standing in a silent confrontation that lasted for at least three breaths. The young women grew curious, but when they looked at Chu Feng's face, they were all startled.

Although Chu Feng remained expressionless, his face was flushed deep red, as if scorched by fire or flushed with intense carnal desire. Within his pupils, a kaleidoscope of complex and blurry images flickered—beautiful women in white dresses, flashes of blades, and glinting swords—appearing profoundly eerie. Dong Zhuo’s eyes reflected the exact same bizarre images.

"Oh no! Dong Zhuo is casting an illusion on Brother Chu Feng!" Yu Zui was alarmed and immediately prepared to attack Dong Zhuo.

Just then, a cold light flashed within Dong Zhuo’s shifting eyes, and a dagger suddenly appeared in his pupils!

"Chu Feng, let's see who ends up as a corpse on the ground!"

As these murderous words echoed in Chu Feng’s mind, a soft "puff" sound followed. The dagger, formed by the slender hand of the illusory "Mu Qiaoxue," pierced Chu Feng’s heart.

However, Chu Feng felt no pain.

The next moment—

*Boom!*

A surge of energy erupted from Chu Feng’s chest, blasting straight toward "Mu Qiaoxue." The alluring and seductive vision within his mind let out a sharp cry before dissipating like mist. Chu Feng’s mind instantly cleared.

"Hmm? Why is foul blood inexplicably flowing from Dong Zhuo's mouth?"
"Indeed! And his eyes look completely vacant!"
"Young Master Chu, how are you?"

Hearing the concern of the women around him, Chu Feng felt as if he had just awakened from a dream. He smiled and said, "Sisters, rest assured, I am fine. However, this grandson Dong Zhuo is in trouble!"

Dong Zhuo, standing three feet away, wore a vicious, wicked smirk. His once sharp and piercing gaze had gone dull, as if his eyes had suffered a severe blow. His mouth hung slightly open, and a thick stream of dark, semi-black blood trickled down his chin. He looked completely dazed, like a toddler drooling, letting the foul blood flow unchecked. He maintained his wicked grin, staring blankly at Chu Feng, completely unaware of his own ridiculous, ugly state.

"Young Master Dong Zhuo? Are you alright? Your smile looks a bit stiff!"
"The blood flowing from Young Master Dong Zhuo's mouth is black. Could he be poisoned?"
"What on earth is happening? How could he end up like this so suddenly?"

Seeing Dong Zhuo standing there in a stupor, his three deacons panicked and began questioning him repeatedly. Yet, Dong Zhuo remained in that bizarre state—his gaze fixed on Chu Feng with dullness, his face locked in a smug, wicked smirk, while thick, black blood continued to bubble from his lips. It was an utterly pathetic sight.

"Young Master Chu, what happened to Dong Zhuo? Did you drive him mad?"
"Haha! Young Master Chu, your methods are truly unfathomable! To think you could reduce the imposing Dong Zhuo to such a wretched state—you've truly broadened our horizons!"
"Indeed, I’ll never forget how pathetic he looks right now! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would believe Dong Zhuo could put on such a ridiculous show?"
"Young Master Chu is worthy of being the rising star who has shaken the Nine Mountains and Eighteen Veins. What is this called? It’s rendering someone a fool without a trace! I imagine this must be a highly advanced martial art!"

The female warriors were filled with curiosity and excitement; witnessing Dong Zhuo’s idiocy was a rare spectacle.

"Brother Chu Feng, the battle just now was incredibly dangerous. Are you alright? Are you injured?"

Suddenly, Yu Zui’s soft, sweet voice drifted into Chu Feng’s ears like a gentle breeze. Hearing this, Chu Feng felt as if he were listening to heavenly music. His spirits lifted, and he felt a warmth in his heart. While the other women were busy praising his prowess and mocking Dong Zhuo, only Yu Zui cared for his safety, worrying if he had been hurt.

"My dear girl, rest easy! Your Brother Chu Feng is perfectly fine!"

Chu Feng smiled at Yu Zui. Seeing her soft, flower-like beauty, his heart felt refreshed, and the lingering traces of carnal desire and murderous intent in his mind were completely swept away.

At that moment, perhaps no one but Chu Feng understood what had truly transpired. Just a few breaths ago, Dong Zhuo had used his words to distract Chu Feng, then locked eyes with him to cast the "Art of the Lustful Eye." The "Mu Qiaoxue" Chu Feng saw was an entirely mental construct. The power of the art lay in Dong Zhuo’s ability to use his gaze to conjure a person of deep emotional significance in the victim's mind, then use that phantom to provoke overwhelming desire. Once the victim was submerged in the illusion of intimacy, their death was sealed.

The attack had unfolded entirely within Chu Feng’s mind. Though the phantom was illusory, the dagger’s attack was real—a strike against his consciousness. Had Chu Feng fallen for it, he would have ended up like Dong Zhuo at best, or suffered a total cerebral collapse at worst. No one expected Chu Feng to emerge unscathed, while Dong Zhuo suffered the consequences of his own technique.

Chu Feng had been reflecting on the moment he was about to sink into the mire of desire. A crocodile-like presence had stood firm like a pillar, suppressing his agitated spirit. What was that presence?

He finally had the answer. It was nothing other than the "good meat" he had eaten earlier—the massive genitalia of the Snow Mountain Ghost Ape! The beast possessed two treasures: the balloon-like Dantian in its belly, and its formidable, crocodile-like organ. After consuming the roasted meat, Chu Feng’s spirit had become incredibly robust. When his mind was besieged by the storm of desire, the organ’s power to fortify the spirit and purge filth had activated. It had acted like a pillar of heaven, suppressing the lewd thoughts and passively striking back at the source of the illusion: the "Mu Qiaoxue" created by Dong Zhuo.

It was a bloodless slaughter. The process seemed long, but it had lasted only a few heartbeats. Dong Zhuo had attempted to ambush Chu Feng’s mind, only to be counter-attacked by the residual, potent energy of the Ghost Ape’s organ, leaving him in this dazed state.

"Brother Feng, is that brat Dong Zhuo truly stupid now? What should we do?" Bai Naizhao whispered.

"Being stupid isn't the end of it; we still have scores to settle! Naizhao, help me wake him up!" Chu Feng whispered back, leaning in to give him instructions.

"Understood!" Bai Naizhao nodded, a mysterious smile spreading across his dark face.

"Bai Naizhao, what are you trying to do? Don't you dare act recklessly!" one of Dong Zhuo’s deacons shouted.

Despite the bravado, the three deacons had lost their previous momentum now that their master had been reduced to such a state by Chu Feng. Bai Naizhao ignored them, his figure flickering as he suddenly closed the distance to Dong Zhuo.

*Slap!*

A resounding, crisp slap landed heavily on Dong Zhuo’s face. Chu Feng had witnessed the power of Bai Naizhao’s slaps before; the one he’d delivered to Yao Xiaoxi at the Nine Profound Sect had been brutal. This one was even heavier, sending Dong Zhuo’s body drifting into the air.

*Thud!*

Dong Zhuo flew over two yards before crashing hard onto the ground.

"Naizhao, that slap was a bit heavy! I asked you to 'look after' Young Master Dong Zhuo, but look, you’ve made him see stars! Isn't that pretty face half-ruined now?" Chu Feng said with a smile.

"Hehe, I remembered you saying that Dong Zhuo’s face was made of butt-flesh, so I was worried a lighter touch wouldn't wake him up!" Bai Naizhao chuckled. He felt that of all the people he had slapped in his life, this one was the most satisfying.

Chu Feng was not exaggerating; Dong Zhuo’s face was indeed shimmering with golden stars, as if covered in tiny golden ladybugs. Chu Feng nodded at Bai Naizhao, impressed by the effectiveness of his method. From now on, whenever a brother or friend was slighted, this was how they would take back their dignity!

"Ah!" Dong Zhuo let out a miserable wail as he hit the hard ice.

"Young Master Dong Zhuo, are you alright? Damn it, that brat Bai Naizhao is too arrogant to dare strike you!" The three deacons rushed to help him up.

Having been slapped and then thrown onto the ice, Dong Zhuo had finally snapped out of his stupor. The black blood no longer flowed like drool from his mouth.

"Chu Feng, you truly have some tricks up your sleeve to have resisted my Art of the Lustful Eye and even counter-attacked!" Dong Zhuo wiped the black blood from his lips and shouted.

He had expected to kill Chu Feng silently. Instead, he had suffered severely, only to be jolted back to reality by a slap. Despite this, his fighting spirit was not diminished; it was only more intense.

"Chu Feng, if the Art of the Lustful Eye cannot kill you, then let my Golden Light Disc send you on your way!"

As he spoke, a disc-shaped golden artifact appeared in his hand. Driven by his internal energy, it flashed, and a beam of concentrated light shot toward Chu Feng.

*Whoosh!*

Chu Feng left behind a trail of afterimages as he dodged the mysterious beam.

*Hiss—*

A moment later, the ice where Chu Feng had stood was enveloped by the golden light, instantly melting into a massive cloud of steam.