Just as Feng Huangjun was about to dissolve what little cultivation remained within Lin Yuan's body, a sudden surge of energy burst forth from Lin Yuan himself.
Demonic energy!
A storm of wild demonic energy erupted from Lin Yuan like a black whirlwind, sweeping out in all directions in an instant.
Feng Huangjun gave a faint smile. His face showed no surprise whatsoever. With a casual wave of his hand, the surrounding space trembled slightly, and that overwhelming demonic aura vanished as if it had never existed.
But what appeared in its place… was the figure of a woman, emerging in silence. Her beauty was flawless in every detail, her presence both alluring and imposing. She belonged to the demon race. Her form was seductive, her skin pale as snow, and her eyes burned red like the flames of the underworld.
She smiled at him with veiled amusement, her crimson lips parting slowly as she spoke in a sultry, teasing voice.
"It's been a while, hasn't it… my adorable little pup."
Feng Huangjun ignored her words and questioned directly.
"Are you the one who's been controlling Lin Yuan from behind the scenes? The one who orchestrated everything against me?"
"Never mind that… What is your relationship with that woman?"
The demoness gave a soft laugh, paying no heed to his questions before she spoke again. "My sweet little pup is so very different from before. The gentle senior who once gave everything to protect his junior disciples… without even caring how much pain he had to endure, or what price he had to pay."
"But now… that sweet little pup has turned into a cold-blooded man who can kill his own junior brother, and even the junior sisters who once walked through countless hardships by his side for over ten years, all without the slightest hesitation. Not even a flicker in your gaze. I wonder… what could have changed my sweet little pup so completely?"
Her tone was smooth, but every word struck like a sharpened blade, piercing straight to the heart.
Feng Huangjun kept smiling. His eyes were as calm as the sea beneath a windless night, yet there was something hidden deep within their gaze. He lifted his hand slightly, and a grayish spiritual energy began to gather around his fingertip.
The demoness shifted her stance, preparing to fight. But before she could even move, her body was sliced into tens of thousands of perfect cubes. She stared at the sight before her in utter disbelief before her consciousness faded completely.
Feng Huangjun looked at the countless chunks of her flesh, cut cleanly by his void power. He paid them no further mind and immediately shattered the remaining cultivation within Lin Yuan before ruthlessly detonating his body. Only then did he speak.
"Boundless Spirit World Number Two… we'll be meeting again soon."
As the shredded remains of the demoness floated through the air, her black blood scattered in streaks like ink flung across a white canvas. Her demonic aura slowly faded under the crushing pressure of the void.
Feng Huangjun stood motionless, his expression devoid of emotion, as if he had just brushed dust from his shoulder. A faint smirk rose at the corner of his lips before he spoke in a flat voice.
"It's been a while… Mei Yingluo."
At that moment, a new figure silently approached. A woman with a face nearly identical to the demoness just slain stood before him. The only difference was her pitch-black eyes and long, glimmering hair. Her slender body radiated an inexplicable pull not due to her form, but due to the atmosphere that surrounded her.
Feng Huangjun narrowed his eyes and spoke again, this time with a serious tone.
"I never thought you were part of the demon race too. And it seems you're even the sister of that woman just now. No wonder… back then, no matter what Lin Yuan said, you believed him without question. You didn't even bother to hear me out."
He took a slow step toward her, his eyes glowing with a dull, oppressive light, making the surrounding air grow cold.
"And as for you digging up my bones and blood… that couldn't have been a coincidence, could it? That must've been your goal from the very beginning."
Mei Yingluo remained still. She wore the deep crimson robe of the Blood Moon Holy Land, a garment that made it clear she had forsaken everything from her past including her former position as Vice Leader of the Poison Blossom Sect, the very sect that once nurtured Feng Huangjun, and the place where his first master had unearthed his bones and blood only to hand them over to Lin Yuan.
She gazed at the young man before her, eyes heavy with emotion. This reunion was steeped in a mix of feelings too tangled to name grief, regret, or perhaps merely a stubborn attachment to a past that could no longer be reached. Mei Yingluo spoke softly, her voice barely a whisper, yet it reached Feng Huangjun as if carried on the wind.
"You've changed so much… Jun'er, I…"
But before the words could fully leave her lips, her body was split cleanly in two by the power of the void. In that instant, the world fell into an unnatural silence.
Her form disintegrated into threads of light and faded into the air. Feng Huangjun stood watching as her body dissolved. He knew it was only a projection of her soul. Without hesitation, he turned his back and began to walk away.
Yet just before the final trace of her disappeared, her voice drifted to him again, faint as a breeze through the trees.
"I… I'm sorry."
There was no pain in her final words, no resentment. It was a true apology, sincere and unguarded.
Feng Huangjun stood still. No reply left his lips. A faint golden energy began to flow into his body. Within the surrounding void, the only thing that remained was silence... silence filled with wounds no one could see. But his eyes slowly turned cold, and he spoke at last.
"I don't want it anymore…"
As his voice faded, his figure began to vanish into a rift of the void, taking with him the blood and bone that had once been stolen from him. What he left behind was only silence… and the lingering scent of death that refused to dissipate.
But suddenly, Rong Lixian's voice echoed through the air.
"Oh my, even the black-faced bird has a soft side like that? How adorable."
Feng Huangjun paused his movement and lifted his head slightly. A faint smile appeared on his face as his gaze shifted above the clouds, where he spotted a figure sitting leisurely atop a floating cloud, legs dangling freely while happily munching on a snack.
"You really have that much free time, Senior Sister?" Feng Huangjun asked with a light-hearted tone.
Rong Lixian chuckled softly and replied while tossing another bite into her mouth. "I'm dead tired, Junior Brother. I just finished gathering herbs and hunting beast corpses across the entire secret realm. If we measured by quantity, I'm pretty sure you and the other five disciples combined wouldn't have collected as much as I did alone."
Feng Huangjun let out a low laugh. "Or maybe you're just too free. And with your overpowered body, you don't even need to steal on Luck like the rest of us. Honestly, I wish the Dragon Clan would send someone into this secret tomb."
Rong Lixian snorted and narrowed her eyes at her junior with exaggerated disdain. "Keep dreaming, you troublesome brat. Now hurry up and tear open the void to the center of the tomb before our eldest senior starts nagging us to death again."
Feng Huangjun smiled faintly, then waved his hand. The void in front of him twisted like a curtain of water, and his figure vanished into it in an instant.
Rong Lixian, who had hoped to hitch a ride for an easy journey, stood frozen for a moment. She gritted her teeth lightly and muttered.
"Tch… that brat ran off on his own again… didn't even have the decency to take this beautiful elder sister with him."
She took a deep breath before flying swiftly toward the heart of the secret tomb.
At the same time, in the world above.
Inside a vast manor filled with spiritual energy so dense it far surpassed anything in the world below, the atmosphere was resplendent with grandeur, resembling a heavenly palace. Within a private chamber, silence reigned so completely that even the faintest breath could be heard with clarity.
On a massive bed, a young woman with long blue hair slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze shimmered with a dull, watery light, like waves beneath a midnight sea.
Liu Aiqing the very woman who was supposed to have died within the hidden tomb by Feng Huangjun's hand sat up slowly, murmuring softly as if speaking to herself.
"Who… is truly the one in the right? And why are there two who match the conditions?"
Her eyes turned to the window. Her face remained expressionless, yet her gaze trembled slightly.
"The decisions of those old men… are becoming more and more of a nuisance."