183: Reshape the body

Tiannan, Falling Cloud Sect.

On Hongfu Peak, clouds and mist swirled, as usual.

Lin Feng descended onto the peak silently.

Outside Chen Qiaoqian's Immortal Cave, the Restriction's light flowed.

As soon as Lin Feng approached, the light curtain rippled like water, actively making way for him.

Inside the Immortal Cave, Chen Qiaoqian, dressed in a simple white dress, sat quietly on a meditation cushion.

She opened her eyes, and in those autumn-water-like pupils, there was no surprise, only an unresolvable tenderness and longing.

"Master..."

She called softly, her voice carrying a barely perceptible tremor.

Lin Feng had prepared many excuses in his heart, wanting to ask her about her Cultivation and whether her Family was well.

But when he saw Chen Qiaoqian's eyes, which seemed to see through everything, all words became stuck in his throat.

"I... came to see you," he finally managed to say.

Chen Qiaoqian slowly stood up and walked towards him step by step.

As she approached, a faint, delicate fragrance enveloped Lin Feng's nose.

"Master, Qiaoqian has no way to repay your great kindness to the Chen Family."

Her voice was very soft, yet every word was clear.

"But... the master-servant contract back then, it was fake, wasn't it?"

Lin Feng's heart trembled. Looking at her calm gaze, he fell silent.

A smile appeared on Chen Qiaoqian's face.

"Actually, I should have realized it long ago."

"Senior Brother never asked me to do anything, nor did he ever demand anything; instead, he helped me repeatedly."

"It's just that Qiaoqian at the time... was blinded by hatred."

She walked in front of Lin Feng, lifted her exquisitely beautiful face, her eyes slightly red-rimmed.

"These years, Qiaoqian has thought a lot."

"I've understood..."

Lin Feng frowned slightly, not understanding what she wanted to say.

The next moment, he felt a tightening around his waist as a pair of soft arms wrapped around him.

Chen Qiaoqian pressed her cheek tightly against his chest, her voice choked with tears.

"Master, I don't want your pity, nor your sympathy."

"Qiaoqian... just wants to be your woman."

Warm breath came through his clothes, and Lin Feng's entire body stiffened.

He had never imagined that the usually gentle and delicate Chen Qiaoqian would be so proactive.

Just as he was about to say something, a soft, warm finger gently pressed against his lips.

"Don't speak."

Chen Qiaoqian stood on tiptoe and whispered into his ear, her breath like orchids.

"Tonight, listen to me, okay?"

Before Lin Feng could respond, she actively kissed his lips.

It was clumsy, yet carried an undeniable firmness.

That night, the spring scenery within the Immortal Cave was enough to melt ten thousand years of ice.

...

The next morning, Lin Feng silently left Chen Qiaoqian's Immortal Cave.

He stood outside the Immortal Cave, recalling the madness of the previous night, a wry smile appearing on his face.

The usually timid Chen Qiaoqian, once she understood certain things, was bolder than anyone.

He shook his head, and with a flicker of his figure, he appeared before another Immortal Cave next door.

Before he could even touch the Restriction, the Immortal Cave's door creaked open from within.

Dong Xuan'er stood gracefully behind the door, her beautiful eyes glistening, a hint of shyness on her face, but even more, an unconcealed anticipation.

She wore only a thin, transparent pink gauze dress, like a cicada's wing, her exquisite curves subtly revealed, inviting imagination.

"Senior Brother..."

Her voice was sweet and charming, with a hint of coquetry.

"Xuan'er has been waiting for you all night."

Lin Feng looked at her, somewhat helplessly rubbing his forehead.

Ever since he had helped her disperse her Heart Demon and assisted her in Core Formation, this girl seemed to have awakened some strange attribute.

"Come in."

Lin Feng entered the Immortal Cave and closed the door behind him.

Dong Xuan'er immediately clung to him like a kitten, her hands wrapped around his neck, her breath like orchids.

"Senior Brother, this time... how will you punish Xuan'er?"

Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her expectant look left Lin Feng a bit speechless.

He flipped his wrist, and several red candles appeared in his hand.

Dong Xuan'er, upon seeing the candles, not only showed no fear but her beautiful eyes brightened even more.

Lin Feng sighed softly and said nothing more.

...

After an unknown amount of time, Dong Xuan'er finally lost consciousness completely, a satisfied smile still on her lips.

Lin Feng carried her to the bed and covered her with a blanket.

Looking at Dong Xuan'er's sleeping face, he didn't know what to feel.

This kind of Hobbies, he didn't know if it was good or bad.

However, her Cultivation speed was indeed much faster than before; she was now at the peak of the Core Formation Early Stage.

"Forget it, let her be."

Lin Feng shook his head, set up a soundproof Restriction for the Immortal Cave, and then turned to leave.

...

With matters in Tiannan settled, Lin Feng's main body teleported through the anchor point and quietly returned to the Chaotic Star Sea.

At the same time, in the Far West.

Lin Feng's vegetation Clone, carrying the green bamboo tube, also returned to Taibai Peak of the Falling Cloud Sect.

With a wave of his hand, head-sized pieces of Soul Nurturing Wood appeared out of thin air.

He used his magical power as a knife, meticulously carving, and soon, an exquisite and ancient wooden house rose from the ground.

"Kid, you..."

From the bamboo tube came Great Yan Divine Lord's incredulous voice.

Lin Feng placed the bamboo tube in front of the wooden house door.

A phantom, aged figure floated out of the bamboo tube. He stared blankly at the house built entirely from ten-thousand-year-old Soul Nurturing Wood, his entire Divine Soul trembling violently.

"This... this is all Soul Nurturing Wood!"

He had lived for thousands of years, and all the Soul Nurturing Wood he had ever seen combined was less than a single pillar of this house.

"Divine Lord, how about you reside here from now on?" Lin Feng said calmly.

Great Yan Divine Lord floated to the wooden house, extended his phantom hand, and carefully touched the doorframe, feeling the warm aura that nourished his Primordial Spirit.

"Good... good!"

"If this old man had met you earlier, why would I have fallen to such a state!"

He was filled with emotion, and his attitude towards Lin Feng had undergone a drastic change.

Lin Feng did not pay attention to his emotions. With a wave of his hand, a mountain of various rare Materials piled up in his Storage Pouch appeared like a small mountain on the open ground in front of the wooden house.

Thousand-Year Profound Iron, Ten-Thousand-Year Sinking Wood, Star Essence Gold, Earth Core Primordial Magnet...

Each item was a supreme treasure that Artifact Refining and Puppet Cultivators in the outside world dreamed of.

Yet here, they were piled up like trash.

Great Yan Divine Lord's eyes almost popped out.

He floated to the pile of Materials, touching a piece of Profound Iron for a moment, then looking at a piece of Essence Gold, so excited he was incoherent.

"Kid! You... you honestly tell this old man, did you empty the treasuries of the Great Jin's Ten Great Sects?!"

"So many top-tier Materials... this old man... this old man..."

He was so excited he couldn't speak a complete sentence for a long time.

"Divine Lord, are these Materials enough for you to research Puppet Art?" Lin Feng asked with a smile.

"Enough! More than enough!" Great Yan Divine Lord suddenly turned around and "stared" intently at Lin Feng.

"With these Materials, let alone a Nascent Soul Late Stage Puppet, as long as this old man is given enough time, it wouldn't be difficult to refine more than ten of them!"

He paused here, his tone carrying a hint of difficulty.

"It's just that the core of the Puppet requires a powerful spirit to drive it."

"Preferably the spirit of a Level 10 Yao Beast, or the Primordial Spirit of a Nascent Soul Late Stage great Cultivator."

"These two things are hard to come by."

Lin Feng's expression remained unchanged upon hearing this.

"Divine Lord, you don't need to worry about the spirit."

"Leave it to me."

Great Yan Divine Lord looked at Lin Feng's calm and composed demeanor. Although he still had some disbelief in his heart, considering the grand gestures the other party had made, a strong sense of anticipation uncontrollably arose.

This kid always seemed to be able to create miracles.

"Good! This old man will trust you this once!"

After settling Great Yan Divine Lord, Lin Feng's Clone left the wooden house.

He stood at the peak of Taibai Peak, his gaze profound.

Reforming the Physical Body...

With a thought of his Divine Thought, an ancient Storage Pouch appeared in his hand.

Inside the Storage Pouch, a withered corpse, long devoid of life, lay quietly.

That was precisely Great Yan Divine Lord's Physical Body, left behind in the Far West when he passed away.

As long as this corpse was present, supplemented with some spiritual items that defied the heavens and earth, it was not impossible to make his Physical Body reappear in the Human Realm.