"Um!"
The little doctor clenched her teeth. Her body trembled slightly, unable to form words. She could only respond to Ye Feng with a muffled hum.
"Then I'll continue," Ye Feng said calmly.
"Um," she replied faintly.
The intense pain flooding her body made Xiao Yixian feel like she might faint at any moment. But this wasn't ordinary pain—it was unique. The agony coursed through every inch of her body, yet her mind remained unusually clear, preventing unconsciousness.
As she endured, a strange phenomenon began to occur.
A dense purple mist slowly seeped from Xiao Yixian's body.
This mist was laced with terrifying toxicity. It began to corrode her snow-white robes, yet oddly, her figure remained hidden beneath the poisonous cloud. The corrosive fog devoured her clothing, then spread outward, causing all the flowers and plants in the courtyard to wither instantly.
"Master Ye!"
Ya Fei called out in a low, urgent voice.
This courtyard belonged to Wanyaozhai in Qingshan Town. If this poisonous mist was allowed to continue spreading, it would turn the entire town into a death zone where not even a blade of grass could survive. Countless lives would be lost.
Ye Feng's expression remained calm as his spirit power surged. With a thought, he manipulated the surrounding energy, forming a spherical spatial barrier that enveloped both himself and Xiao Yixian. The poisonous fog, restrained within the barrier, churned and filled the enclosed space without leaking outside.
At first, Ya Fei—still standing outside the barrier—could vaguely make out the silhouettes of Ye Feng and Xiao Yixian. But after half an hour, even that became impossible. The thick purple mist had completely shrouded everything inside.
Sensing the severity of the situation, Ya Fei made a quick decision. She gave all the Wanyaozhai staff three days off and closed its doors to outsiders, ensuring that no one disturbed Ye Feng or Xiao Yixian.
What she thought would last a few days ended up stretching into half a month. During this time, Ya Fei repeatedly extended the workers' leave.
At first, the employees of Wanyaozhai protested. But when Ya Fei promised to pay their full wages, their complaints disappeared. After all, who would refuse free money for not working?
---
Half a Month Later
Buzz—
A wave of heavenly energy surged. Though it wasn't particularly violent, the fluctuation was so intense that even the capital of the Jia Ma Empire—thousands of miles away—could sense it.
And above Qingshan Town, ten thousand meters high, purple clouds had gathered.
"What the hell? Why are the clouds purple?"
"I've heard of purple qi rising from the east, but this? Could it mean something good is about to happen?"
People throughout Qingshan Town stared at the skies in astonishment, whispering among themselves.
"Tch. You bumpkins clearly haven't seen the world," a mercenary sneered. "That's a sign of a rare treasure about to appear in the Magical Beast Mountain Range."
"A treasure?"
"Yeah. Don't the old legends say that heavenly phenomena accompany the birth of rare artifacts? Those purple clouds are covering the Magical Beast Mountain Range Forest too—not just our Qingshan Town. This isn't a disaster—it's a blessing!"
The townsfolk were split. Some feared an ominous omen, while others were convinced a priceless treasure was about to emerge.
---
On one of the streets, a young man with a massive blade slung across his back walked with heavy steps from the Magical Beast Mountain Range into Qingshan Town.
He had returned to town to stock up on supplies.
"Master, do you sense anything strange?" he asked.
Inside the ring on his hand, Yao Chen's voice echoed.
"I can't be certain. Either that brat's causing trouble again, or something truly rare is about to be born."
"That brat... you mean Ye Feng?"
"Mm."
Meanwhile, inside Wanyaozhai, Ye Feng also looked up at the sky.
He knew it wasn't a treasure manifesting—but rather a phenomenon triggered by the transformation of Xiao Yixian's body.
---
Half an hour later, Ye Feng finally stepped out of the barrier.
Ya Fei, ever thoughtful, poured a cup of tea and handed it to him. "Master Ye," she said gently.
Ye Feng reached for the cup, but his arm trembled with a metallic clang, and his knees buckled. He nearly collapsed.
Ya Fei quickly reached out and caught him, her arms wrapping around his weakened form as he slumped into her embrace.
"Ah!"
Ya Fei's eyes widened.
She felt something soft squish awkwardly between them, but she pushed that aside. Right now, Ye Feng's condition mattered more.
Supporting him, she helped him sit on a stone chair in the courtyard.
Once seated, she examined him more closely.
His chin was now covered in stubble, and his once sharp eyes had dimmed into a lifeless haze. His skin, formerly ruddy, had turned deathly pale.
"Master Ye, what happened to you?" she asked, worry etched in her voice.
"I overused my source energy," Ye Feng replied weakly. "And my spirit power was pushed beyond its limits. Don't worry, I just need some time to recover."
He then closed his eyes and entered meditation, drawing in spirit energy from the surrounding world to replenish his losses.
---
From a nearby street, Xiao Yan also sensed the abnormal fluctuations of energy in town.
He frowned slightly. "Teacher, is that... a heaven-level technique?"
Inside the ring, astonished voices rang out.
"Yes," Yao Chen confirmed.
"But this is just Qingshan Town! Even earth-level techniques are rare here. How could there be someone cultivating a heaven-level technique?"
Xiao Yan closed his eyes briefly, sensing the energy's source. His gaze turned toward Wanyaozhai. "Is it Ye Feng?"
"It must be him," Yao Chen replied solemnly. "Only heaven-tier martial techniques possess such power—capable of drawing in the energy of heaven and earth itself. Xiao Yanzi, remember this well: unless you become a Dou Emperor, you must never make him your enemy."
Xiao Yan's expression turned grim. "Understood."
---
Back in the courtyard, Ye Feng stirred slightly from his cultivation. His expression had steadied.
"Master Ye!"
Ya Fei immediately stepped forward, reaching out to support him again.
But Ye Feng raised a hand to stop her. "I'm fine."
"You still look so pale…"
"That's because my source energy hasn't fully recovered."
"Source energy? What exactly is that?"
"It's the foundation of life. Think of it as a person's vitality and spirit."
Ya Fei froze. "Vitality? Then... doesn't that mean you're dying?"
Ye Feng chuckled faintly and tapped her forehead with a finger. "Silly girl. I'm a god. How could I die so easily? This kind of loss can be recovered over time."
But Ya Fei didn't smile.
She knew Ye Feng was brushing it off to keep her from worrying. Source energy... if it could be easily restored, someone as powerful as him wouldn't be this weakened.
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