Chapter 70 This Damned Fate

After those two ghost-like figures stared blankly for a moment, they immediately sealed Feng Xi's spiritual power.

They didn't bother doing anything to the little fatty bird, considering it far too weak!

A single finger would be enough to crush it to death!

Then, carrying Feng Xi, they vanished from the spot.

Seeing that these specters were actually capable of teleportation while carrying her, Feng Xi was quite astonished.

She guessed that this must have been the exact method they used to spirit Jun Wen and the others away in an instant.

Oh my, if I could learn this teleportation trick, that would be totally awesome!

The little black ball: "..."

Shouldn't you be thinking about how to save your little life right now?

How on earth do you still have the leisure to think about such things?

Before long, Feng Xi was brought deep into the underground palace.

There, she caught sight of the remaining specters as well as Jun Wen and the others who were locked inside cages.

Aside from that, she also spotted that magical artifact resembling a projection stone.

She couldn't help feeling a wave of relief; fortunately, she hadn't let the little black ball out earlier, or else her cover would have been blown.

Sensing her thoughts, the little fat bird muttered to itself: So this piece of donkey dung actually has to stay hidden in the dark!

Humph!

Just you wait and see how I piss you off later!

If the little black ball had known the unique nickname the little fat bird had bestowed upon it, it probably wouldn't even have needed any further provocation to die of pure anger!

However, right now it was much more concerned with what its unscrupulous master was going to do next.

Feng Xi first waved at the people trapped inside the cage:

"What a coincidence, you guys are here too? This damned fate of ours!"

Everyone: "..."

Indeed a "damned" fate!

They were all about to kick the bucket together!

After greeting them, Feng Xi walked up to the old man and gave a polite bow:

"You must be a senior of the Cloud Firmament Sect, right? Junior Feng Xi of the Profound Heavenly Sect pays her respects to you!"

The old man stroked his translucent beard and nodded. Truth be told, this Feng Xi was a lot more tolerable than the ones in the cage; at least she knew how to speak like a civilized person.

Look at those other fellows—calling him an old monster one second and an old brute the next. At least this Feng Xi had some manners.

"Senior, may I ask how I should address you?"

"This old man is Feng Xiaotian!"

"Ah, so it is Senior Feng. If I may be so bold, what is your purpose in inviting these people in the cages here?"

Everyone inside the cage: ...Are you certain we were "invited" here?

Feng Xiaotian chuckled:

"They are all exceptionally talented prodigies. I simply couldn't bear to watch them struggle blindly in their cultivation without finding the right path, so I intend to transform them into beings just like us—deathless, immortal, and eternal."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xi looked deeply moved: "Senior Feng, you truly are a wonderful person! There aren't many people as kind-hearted as you left in this world!"

Feng Xiaotian: "..."

Hearing you say that actually makes me feel a bit guilty!

Inside the cage, Shen Zhilan wore an expression of undisguised contempt.

She had thought Feng Xi possessed some remarkable skills, but it turned out she was merely flattering them to beg for her life.

This time, she was determined to trample this despicable bitch Feng Xi ruthlessly beneath her feet!

As for Jun Wen, his eyes were shining brightly as he watched the scene unfold.

Junior Sister is about to unleash her ultimate move!

Blood Heavenly Ultimate met his bad luck the exact same way last time!

At that moment, Feng Xi continued:

"Senior Feng, since this is such a wonderful opportunity, please let me try it first!

My aptitude is poor, and my Dantian is practically crippled anyway, leaving me with no hope for future cultivation. Becoming an immortal and indestructible being like you sounds like an absolute blessing to me!

Where should we begin, do you think?

Do we need to drain the blood first, then peel off the skin, and strip the flesh from the bones?"

Feng Xiaotian: "..."

Those other people called me a pervert, but this girl is the true lunatic here!

Still, it was somewhat understandable; with her Dantian damaged and all hopes of advancement shattered, it was only natural for her to desperately grasp at this straw.

He nodded: "Very well, then we shall start with you!"

Feng Xi put on a look of profound gratitude: "Thank you for your benevolence, Senior Feng! I have nothing to repay you with, let me kowtow to you!"

With that, Feng Xi made as if to drop to her knees. Feng Xiaotian felt a trace of internal amusement—while those people in the cage had avoided him like the plague, this little girl had willingly delivered herself to his doorstep!

Just as this thought crossed his mind, to his utter astonishment, Feng Xi suddenly formed seals with both hands simultaneously. Vines formed of spiritual power lunged forward to bind the old man's ankles, while spiritual flames assaulted Feng Xiaotian's vital points.

Simultaneously, the little fat bird also spat out a torrent of Phoenix True Fire right at Feng Xiaotian.

The old man let out a miserable shriek on the spot, his form immediately beginning to blur visibly to the naked eye.

Feng Xi breathed a sigh of relief. She had bet correctly!

From the moment she entered the underground palace, she had been continuously analyzing the situation.

The mystic realm was vast, yet these people didn't hide inside an underground palace for no reason, specifically choosing nighttime to hunt people down. There should be only one reason: they feared the light!

Since they feared the light, they most likely feared fire as well.

This could already be deduced from the underground palace's lighting, which relied entirely on magical artifacts rather than torches.

Even if they didn't fear ordinary fire, the little fat bird's Phoenix True Fire would definitely be effective!

That was precisely why she had put on that little act.

Facts proved that her gamble had paid off.

Feng Xi whipped out a Spirit-Binding Rope and tied Feng Xiaotian up in a matter of seconds.

Since the spiritual vine had worked, it meant these entities still relied on absorbing spiritual Qi to cultivate, which meant the Spirit-Binding Rope would definitely be useful.

Holding the old man hostage, Feng Xi kept the flames dancing in her hand as she warned the remaining specters:

"All of you, back away right now, or else I'll burn him to ashes!

I don't believe in any so-called immortality!

Even if he can't die, I'll make sure he suffers a living hell!"

The specters glared daggers at Feng Xi, but one by one, they still retreated.

Feng Xiaotian smiled bitterly: "This old man has spent a lifetime hunting geese, only to have my eyes pecked out by a little swallow today!

Little girl, you are truly resourceful.

This old man admits defeat!

How about this—I'll let you all go, and we can just treat this whole thing as a misunderstanding. What do you say?"

Feng Xi burst into a fit of giggles.

Her laughter sent a chill straight down Feng Xiaotian's spine.

"Do you take me for a three-year-old child?

If I let you go now, you'll just capture us all over again the moment my back is turned.

After all, here in this mystic realm, nighttime belongs entirely to your kind.

How about we wait until dawn?

Once day breaks, we leave, and from then on, we'll mind our own business. How does that sound?"

Feng Xiaotian nodded: "Very well."

Feng Xi jutted her chin toward the specters: "Release our people!"

The specters stared at her with venomous gazes until one of them spoke up:

"If we let all of them go, what's to stop you from turning on Elder Feng?"

Feng Xi blinked innocently: "That's easy to resolve. You can keep Shen Zhilan, who possesses the supreme Water Spiritual Roots, locked in the cage as a hostage, and let everyone else go.

She has the best aptitude, so we certainly won't abandon her behind."

Shen Zhilan: "..."

Feng Xi, that bitch must have done this on purpose!

Regardless of her underlying motives, the specters agreed to the arrangement.

At this moment, Mu Zihuai and Qin Shifeng both eagerly stepped forward, volunteering to take Shen Zhilan's place as hostages.

Feng Xi couldn't help but click her tongue inwardly—the loyalty of these devoted simps truly knew no bounds!

However, the specters rejected their offers, insisting that Shen Zhilan remain as the hostage.

Before long, everyone except Shen Zhilan was released from captivity.

Jun Wen hurried over to Feng Xi's side and blurted out excitedly:

"Junior Sister, I knew you would definitely come to save me!"

Though Jiang寂 remained silent, the look he cast toward Feng Xi was filled with boundless gratitude and reverence.

Junior Sister is truly a divine being!

The others successively stepped forward to express their thanks, even Mu Zihuai and his companions walking over with awkward, stiff expressions.

Earlier, seeing Feng Xi constantly sweet-talking Feng Xiaotian, they had assumed she was merely cowardly and terrified of death, never expecting that she had actually been executing a brilliant plan!

It turned out their perspective had been far too narrow!

Inside the cage, Shen Zhilan watched Feng Xi being surrounded and fawned over by the group, biting her lips until they bled while her fingernails dug deeply into the flesh of her palms.

She wasn't afraid of being a hostage, nor was she terrified of being transformed by those specters.

After all, she had her own means of escape!

Originally, she had planned to wait until all those rogue cultivators perished before leading Mu Zihuai and the others away, letting them shower her with eternal gratitude.

Yet all of that had been completely ruined by Feng Xi!

Feng Xi, you damned bitch!

You truly deserve to die!