Chapter 131: The Threefold Fury of Feng Fuxi

"Take this. It will reduce your pain when your soul is extracted." Feng Fuxi held the Spirit-Locking Pill out to Feng Ke'er's lips.

Refining a Spirit-Locking Pill was an incredibly tedious process: one hundred and eight types of rare herbs and spirits, refined in the fires of the Dan Sea through nine cycles and nine processes daily for a total of thirty-six days. With his ascension imminent, he had expended such vast human, material, and spiritual resources to concoct this pill, all for the sole purpose of mitigating the suffering of this little ant during the soul extraction. Ha! He, Feng Fuxi, was surely being magnanimous! He was doing more than enough to honor that fellow Feng Jiu. Truth be told, if not for the high regard Feng Jiu held for this little girl, he wouldn't have bothered with all this trouble. She was merely a lowly ant from the lower realms; he could have just captured her, set up a Spirit-Sealing Array, and extracted her soul directly.

How could such thoughts escape the notice of Feng Ke'er's preternaturally perceptive eyes?

"A mere lowly ant from the lower realms"! Is being a Venerable of the God Realm really that impressive?

Feng Ke'er pressed her lips together, laughing in pure fury. Inside the cocoon of spiritual energy, her right hand quietly formed a spell.

Seeing her refuse to cooperate, Feng Fuxi frowned impatiently.

"Since you refuse a toast, you shall drink a forfeit!" Zhuque, standing behind him, offered his services with resentment. "Young Master, do not soil your hands. Let your subordinate handle such trivial matters."

Feng Fuxi let out a heavy harrumph, no longer sparing a glance at the "uncooperative" girl. He stood up, turned, and walked toward the large stone platform in the center of the secret chamber, casually tossing the Spirit-Locking Pill backward as he did so.

The black pill traced a semicircular arc behind him.

Why only a semi-circle?

Because that Spirit-Locking Pill was intercepted mid-air by a slender hand!

Zhuque’s "scooping the moon from the seabed" maneuver missed entirely! Holding his empty hands, he gaped in shock, petrified like a statue.

Feng Ke'er chuckled. Her right hand clamped around his throat, while her left hand unceremoniously shoved the Spirit-Locking Pill into his mouth. Then, she pinched his chin with two fingers, forcing shut the mouth that had been wide enough to swallow a pear, before releasing his throat.

With his throat liberated, Zhuque instinctively gulped. And just like that, the Spirit-Locking Pill was swallowed down.

"You... Ugh—" The auspicious beast, finally regaining his senses, frantically clawed at his own throat.

Alas. His Young Master’s alchemy skills had been personally guided by the Phoenix Lord, and they were quite impressive. Before his reincarnation, his pills were at least eighth-grade, if not ninth. Well, after reincarnating, his Young Master had forgotten these things. However, after he reconnected with his Young Master, he had immediately restored his master's memories. Thus, the Young Master regained his past inheritance. Because his cultivation was far inferior to what it once was, the quality of this batch of Spirit-Locking Pills was slightly lower. But it was still a sixth-grade pill—in the lower cultivation realms, pills, artifacts, talismans, and arrays were only classified as high, medium, or low grade. In the God and Immortal realms, however, these were prefixed with "Immortal," and the classification system was entirely different. Taking Immortal Pills as an example, they were divided into nine grades. Grades one through three were equivalent to the lower realms' high, medium, and low grades and could only be called "pills." Only those of grade four or above were qualified to be called "Immortal Pills." This Spirit-Locking Pill, a sixth-grade Immortal Pill refined through nine cycles, was common in the God Realm but considered a top-tier masterpiece in the Immortal Realm. Not only was it potent, but it was also perfectly round and dissolved upon contact with the throat, making it extremely easy for the human body to absorb. Once swallowed, there was no possibility of ever dredging it back up!

"My mother taught me from a young age not to covet what belongs to others, or I’ll be resented," Feng Ke'er said, clapping her hands lightly. "Since you like it so much, I’ll just let you have it."

Unbinding, stealing the medicine, and feeding it—it all happened in the blink of an eye. Her expression remained unchanged, her breathing steady, and the series of movements flowed like water, simpler than taking a sip of tea.

"Thud!" The bird collapsed to the ground, revealing its true form: a short-legged, red-feathered bird with four wings and four tail plumes.

"Ugly. It truly deserves the name 'Ugly Bird'!" Feng Ke'er squatted down and kindly revealed the truth. "Actually, I never confused you with him. He is a 'Meat Bird,' and you are an 'Ugly Bird.' They are not the same thing at all."

Small flames flickered in his four-pupil eyes. Zhuque was filled with hatred, his body twitching violently. For now, this was all he could do—the Spirit-Locking Pill had begun to take effect. For the next seven days and seven nights, he would be completely unable to speak, move, or even roll his eyes.

Feng Fuxi turned, pointing at her in disbelief: "You..." How could her hands and feet be so fast?

Feng Ke'er cut him off impatiently: "What 'you' what? Haven't you ever seen someone feed medicine before?" You little brat, leaving everything else aside, my hands and feet are quite nimble!

Feng Fuxi’s face turned deathly pale. A golden halberd suddenly appeared in his hand, which he swung horizontally to protect his chest: "How dare—"

"Dare what?" Feng Ke'er bared her teeth. "Rest assured, even if someone like you were stripped naked and washed clean right in front of me, I wouldn't have the slightest interest."

A blatant, naked provocation!

Instantly, Feng Fuxi’s face turned from white to red, then back to white.

"Pah!" This time it was his turn to be so infuriated he forgot his words. He spat fiercely and, wielding the golden halberd, charged at her with a roar.

"Clang!" Sparks flew in mid-air.

The golden halberd nearly flew from his grasp, and Feng Fuxi himself was nearly blown away, taking several steps back to steady his stance.

Meanwhile, Zhuque, the only guardian, could only lie on the ground, watching helplessly.

In truth, Feng Ke'er had not used her full strength. A layman watches the excitement, while an expert watches the technique. The moment the former Golden Immortal struck, she saw exactly how much skill he had, so when she parried, she used only thirty percent of her spiritual power.

This had nothing to do with noble qualities like "conquering others with virtue" or "returning good for evil."

Hmph, she, Feng Ke'er, was not like some people. She had never been a saint; she always believed that as long as one had the ability, one must settle every grudge. After enduring so much disdain, how could she not seek repayment one by one? However, this guy was completely different from the earlier "Black Crow Trio." According to the old dean, the latter were just three discarded pawns expelled from the Hua family. But this guy was the most well-connected "Young Master" of the Three Realms—his father was the Heavenly Sovereign of Seven Nights! As a lone cultivator with no backing, if she really turned this guy into a human sieve with one sword, she wouldn't come out unscathed. But, since ancient times, in every land, dying of anger is not a crime. If this guy insisted on being like Zhou Yu from later legends, digging his own grave and dying of rage, he couldn't blame her! Sun Quan, tens of thousands of years later, didn't do anything to Zhuge Liang, did he? Besides, the Heavenly Sovereign of Seven Nights managed the Three Realms; his capacity for tolerance should be greater than a regional warlord like Sun Quan, right?

So, "Golden Immortal" my foot. I’ll just anger you to death, yes, I will!

Feng Ke'er stood calmly in place, gently stroking her Green Lotus Sword, and shook her head in disappointment: "A Venerable of the God Realm—is merely this!" Well, the disappointment was genuine; she wasn't acting. She had originally thought a fallen phoenix was still bigger than a chicken, and that a reincarnated God Realm Venerable would be different from an ordinary lower-realm cultivator, with cultivation levels many times higher. Fearing she wouldn't be able to handle him, she had gone to the trouble of feeding the Spirit-Locking Pill to Zhuque. Had she known he was this pathetic, she wouldn't have wasted a sixth-grade Immortal Pill.

Sigh, she hadn't had a proper fight in a long time. Her hands were itching, and she had wanted to set the stage for a duel with the former Golden Immortal. She hadn't expected he wouldn't even be worth drawing her sword for. How could she not be disappointed?

"Ugh," Feng Fuxi felt his spiritual power flowing in reverse, his blood surging, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood. How could he endure being mocked like this by a lowly rogue cultivator from the lower realms?

"Alas, I only seek a defeat!" She sighed, stroking her sword, and added insult to injury—honestly, this part was acting. She had wanted to strike the pose of a swordsman, flicking her blade, but considering the power of the Green Lotus Sword, she decided not to show off her wealth and sullenly "stroked" the sword instead.

"Ugh!" Just as expected, the former Golden Immortal’s eyes widened. Using the golden halberd as a crutch, he leaned over and spat out another mouthful of blood.

Watching the chaotic spiritual energy rampaging through his Dan Sea and his meridians, Feng Ke'er curled her lips in satisfaction. A red-topped white jade bottle the size of half her palm appeared in her hand—the final blow!

Bending down to place the bottle in front of her, she straightened up and smiled, her concern evident: "My apologies. I am clumsy and don't know my own strength, accidentally injuring you. I hope you will be magnanimous and forgive me. I heard your reincarnation was due to the onset of inner demons, forcing you to carve out your immortal bones and cultivate from scratch. Now, looking at your sea of consciousness, it seems your inner demons have flared up again... In fact, the initial onset of inner demons is just a form of extreme obsession. As long as you cultivate your heart and mind, supplemented by the right spiritual pills, it is entirely possible to overcome them. I am not talented, but I have refined a pill called the Demon-Subduing Pill, which has some efficacy in suppressing inner demons. You have been so concerned for me, intent on securing eternal life for my physical body; I am deeply grateful and wish to reciprocate. It is just that this pill is a very ordinary high-grade pill, incomparable to the ninth-cycle sixth-grade Immortal Pill you previously bestowed upon me. I hope you will not despise it for being crude."

This time, Feng Ke'er was not lying. According to her extraordinary eyes, there was indeed a trace of an inner demon in Feng Fuxi’s sea of consciousness, though it was still far from fully formed. And the Demon-Subduing Pill she took out was a genuine high-grade pill. Although its grade was lower than an Immortal Pill, it was unique in the Three Realms—its main ingredient was particles of auspicious light, supplemented by centuries-old ginseng, gastrodia, and other tonics. She had experimented countless times, investing a fortune before successfully refining it. It was her own invention, the only one of its kind in the Three Realms. Sigh, with over three hundred thousand years of time, living alone, she had to invent something to pass the time besides leveling up.

Demon-Subduing Pill? Feng Fuxi had never even heard of it. If there were truly a pill in the Three Realms that could overcome inner demons, would he, with his status, have needed to carve out his immortal bones and reincarnate?

Detestable! A mere rogue cultivator could insult him to this extent!

Instantly, the trace of the inner demon in his sea of consciousness grew twice as large. Feng Fuxi’s eyes turned blood-red, and he raised his golden halberd, striking down with a "whoosh."

Fortunately, Feng Ke'er was quick, retracting the red-topped jade bottle. Otherwise, that heavy blow would have reduced both bottle and medicine to dust.

She knew this guy was petty and would never accept it. Feng Ke'er sheathed her sword and sighed: "Forget it! Inner demons are no child's play. You must take care of yourself." Anyway, he had already carved out his immortal bones once, and with such a strong background, what was one more time? If he kept carving, eventually, he’d get used to it!

"Clang," the golden halberd fell to the ground.

Feng Fuxi’s strike had missed, and coupled with those stinging words, he rolled his eyes back, spat out a mist of blood, and fell straight backward.