268: Your sacred beast is mine.

Inside the Immortal Cave, Lin Feng sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Strands of Hong Meng Purple Qi Entanglement around his fingertips, and with each circulation, the surrounding space rippled slightly.

Suddenly, his brow twitched, and his Divine Sense captured an undisguised Nascent Soul Stage aura, rushing straight towards his Immortal Cave.

A slight smile played on his lips as he opened his eyes.

“These old fellows are quite efficient,” he thought to himself; it was still early, but the person had already been sent over.

However, this aggressive posture seemed to deviate somewhat from the “squeaky clean” scene he had envisioned.

Boom!

The Immortal Cave’s stone door Restriction was unable to offer even the slightest resistance and was directly blasted open by a violent surge of magical power, sending gravel flying.

A tall figure in a white sacrificial robe, holding an antique bronze lamp, burst in.

The woman was exquisitely beautiful, yet her face was like frost, and a raging inferno burned in her Phoenix eyes as she stared fixedly at Lin Feng, who sat calmly on the meditation cushion.

“Are you the Cultivator from Tiannan?”

Her voice was as cold as ice, filled with undisguised hatred.

“I tell you, even if I, Lin Yinping, die, I will never serve a madman like you!”

She raised the lamp in her hand, and the flame flickering on the wick instantly flared, emitting a terrifying spiritual energy fluctuation.

“If you push me too far, I will immediately summon the Tianlan Sacred Beast to descend, and we will perish together!”

Lin Feng looked at her resolute appearance, preferring to be shattered jade rather than intact tile, and found it rather amusing.

It seemed those three old fellows were too busy coveting treasures to tell her his true strength.

He slowly stood up, crossing his arms over his chest, adopting the posture of someone watching a show.

“Alright, Yinping sister.”

His tone was relaxed, even carrying a hint of teasing.

“Then summon it. I also want to see what kind of Sacred Beast can descend a split soul from the Spirit Realm.”

Lin Yinping was completely stunned.

She looked at the man before her in disbelief, her mind a mess.

Why was this person so arrogant?

As a fellow Late Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, with three Divine Masters guarding her Tianlan Grassland, how could he, a lone individual, be so fearless?

Moreover, once she successfully summoned the Sacred Beast’s split soul, with the power of the Sacred Beast, its Divine Ability would be far beyond that of an ordinary Late Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator.

How could he?

Lin Yinping couldn’t understand, but his contemptuous gaze was like sharp thorns, fiercely piercing her proud heart.

She no longer hesitated, gritting her silver teeth, put away the lamp, and with a flip of her hand, took out a small bronze cauldron carved with countless ancient runes.

“You brought this upon yourself!”

She tossed the small cauldron into the air, her hands rapidly forming incantations, mumbling words, as ancient and obscure syllables spilled from her rosy lips.

Lin Feng watched her with interest, but his gaze did not linger on the bronze cauldron that was gradually emitting spatial fluctuations.

His eyes shamelessly roamed over Lin Yinping’s body.

From her full chest, slightly heaving with anger, to her slender waist outlined by the sacrificial robe, and then to her straight, long, beautiful legs, as if admiring a exquisite work of art that would soon belong to him.

Lin Yinping immediately felt that scorching gaze, and a sense of humiliation far surpassing anger surged into her heart.

Her cheeks instantly flushed crimson, and the fingers forming the incantations trembled slightly.

“Shameless villain!”

She cursed in her heart.

“Once I summon the Sacred Beast and unite with the three Divine Masters, I will surely extract your soul and refine your essence, making you wish for death but unable to find it!”

The intense hatred, instead, made her casting speed a few points faster.

Buzz—

The bronze cauldron vibrated violently, the space above its mouth began to distort, and a visible crack slowly opened.

A vast, ancient, and boundless aura, not belonging to the Human Realm, seeped out from the crack.

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, accompanied by a beast roar that seemed to come from ancient times, a miniature exotic beast, pure white, shaped like a Qilin, with a single horn on its head, dragged a blurry light and shadow, leaping out from the crack!

The Tianlan Sacred Beast’s split soul had descended!

Just as it appeared, a hint of joy had just appeared on Lin Yinping’s face.

Lin Feng moved.

He didn’t even make any unnecessary movements, just raised his eyelids and glanced indifferently.

An invisible Divine Light, with a grayish luster, appeared out of thin air, like an unseen large hand, instantly enveloping the newly descended Sacred Beast’s split soul, still adapting to the Human Realm’s Laws, along with the bronze cauldron below it.

The Sacred Beast’s split soul let out a terrified shriek, and the Spirit Realm pressure emanating from its body, as if encountering its nemesis, was instantly suppressed, unable to move.

The smile on Lin Yinping’s face froze.

She watched with wide eyes as the Sacred Beast’s split soul and her Sacred Cauldron, which she regarded as her life, were enveloped by the gray Divine Light and effortlessly flew to Lin Feng’s front.

Lin Feng stretched out his finger and lightly touched the illusory forehead of the Sacred Beast’s split soul.

“Hmm, it hasn’t even developed a complete consciousness yet, it’s just a wisp of energy projection,” he said, his tone flat, as if evaluating an ordinary plaything.

“Never mind, I’ll keep it for now; it might be useful later.”

As his voice fell, he flipped his wrist, and the once arrogant Sacred Beast’s split soul, along with the bronze Sacred Cauldron, vanished into thin air, directly taken into his Inner Universe.

The entire process was fluid and effortless, as if he had merely picked up a flying insect at random.

Lin Yinping stood rooted to the spot, her mind blank.

“You…”

She opened her mouth, but her throat felt as if something was blocking it, and she couldn’t utter a single word.

Lin Feng looked at her distraught appearance and found it somewhat amusing.

His gaze shifted, and the grayish Yuan Magnetic Divine Light reappeared, enveloping Lin Yinping from above.

A strong sense of alarm rose in Lin Yinping’s heart, and she instinctively tried to activate her magical power to resist, but her magical power within her body, under this Divine Light, felt as if it had fallen into a quagmire, operating incredibly sluggishly.

She only felt her body tighten, an irresistible immense force came, and her entire being flew up uncontrollably, enveloped by the Divine Light, and was directly pulled to Lin Feng’s side.

Lin Feng took the Opportunity to embrace her, tightly holding this delicate body emanating a faint fragrance in his arms.

“What about me?”

He lowered his head and chuckled in her ear.

“You, Saintess, are truly foolish and naive. Speaking of which, you and I are from the same family; why be so distant?”

The warm breath sprayed on her ear, and Lin Yinping’s body trembled as if electrocuted, instantly overwhelmed by shame and fear.

She struggled desperately, but Lin Feng’s arm was like an iron hoop, making her unable to move an inch.

Just then, outside the Immortal Cave, three anxious and fearful voices were heard.

“Senior, please appease your anger! Greetings, Senior!”

It was the three Tianlan Divine Masters.

They knelt at the entrance of the Immortal Cave, not daring to even raise their heads, their voices trembling.

“The Saintess is young and ignorant, not knowing what’s good for her, and has offended Senior. We ask Senior to forgive her, considering her arduous Cultivation, and not to blame her!”

“We will take her away now and punish her severely! If Senior is still not appeased, the Saintess can be at Senior’s disposal, and we will have no objections!”

After sensing the Sacred Beast’s aura appear and then instantly vanish, the three Divine Masters were terrified out of their wits.

They were afraid that Lin Feng, in a fit of rage, would take back that heaven-reaching Spirit Treasure, so they no longer cared about the Saintess and quickly scrambled to beg for forgiveness.

Lin Yinping, in Lin Feng’s arms, heard these words, and her body completely stiffened.

She slowly, disbelievingly, turned her head to look at the three humble, prostrate figures outside the Immortal Cave.

Those were the three most revered Divine Masters of the Tianlan Grassland!

Meanwhile, Lin Feng inside the Immortal Cave lazily replied.

“The three of you, please return.”

“The Saintess of your grassland has a fiery temper, which suits my taste. This Lord likes her very much.”

The three Divine Masters outside the Immortal Cave heard this and were overjoyed, as if granted a great pardon.

“Thank you, Senior, for your magnanimity! Thank you, Senior!”

“We will take our leave and will never disturb Senior’s pleasure again!”

After saying that, the three of them, as if reborn, kowtowed a few times and then fled the place as fast as they could, using both hands and feet.

Lin Feng felt the delicate body in his arms, which had gone from stiff to completely limp, and chuckled softly, “Now, do you understand?”

Lin Yinping did not answer.

She just stared blankly at the disappearing figures outside the stone door, then slowly raised her head to look at the handsome face with a playful smile so close to her.

That effortless method of suppressing the Sacred Beast’s split soul.

That power that made three Late Nascent Soul Stage Divine Masters kneel and beg for mercy.

The answer was only one.

The color drained from her beautiful face, leaving only boundless pallor and despair.

Soul Transformation Stage!

This man was not some great Cultivator at the Late Nascent Soul Stage at all!

He was a hidden, powerful Soul Transformation Stage old monster who could easily annihilate the entire Tianlan Grassland!

Inside the Immortal Cave, there was a deathly silence.

Lin Yinping's body completely went limp in Lin Feng's arms; her sacred ceremonial robe now felt like a prisoner's uniform soaked in ice water, heavy and cold.

In her mind, the groveling pleas of the three Divine Masters outside the cave echoed repeatedly.

It turned out that the faith she had upheld, the powerful beings she revered, were so vulnerable in the face of such absolute power.

The so-called dignity of a Saintess, the so-called Luck of the Grassland, all became a cold joke.

"Don't rush, Sister Yinping, we'll slowly settle the matter of you offending this Venerable One."

Lin Feng's voice sounded in her ear; his gentle tone, however, made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

He released his arms, and an invisible force straightened her, allowing her to stand steadily on the ground.

Lin Yinping looked at him in despair, yet a ridiculous thought arose in her heart.

Among the billions of living beings in the Human Realm, Soul Transformation Cultivators were few and far between, each one a legendary existence.

She had actually encountered one, and this legendary existence had even come specifically for her.

Was this an immense misfortune, or some twisted "Opportunity"?

Thinking this, the fierce resolve to 'rather be shattered jade than intact tile' was quietly worn down in the boundless despair.

Lin Feng watched the flicker of fire in her eyes extinguish, replaced by a resigned stillness, and then casually removed the Restriction on her body.

"What's wrong? Sister Yinping, not causing trouble anymore?"

He sat back on the meditation cushion at his leisure, his tone tinged with amusement.

Lin Yinping's body regained its freedom, but she felt even heavier than when she was restrained.

She took a deep breath, a sickly flush appearing on her cheeks.

"Senior, being a Soul Transformation Cultivator, what means do I, Yinping, have to resist?"

Her voice was dry, with a slight tremor.

"I only ask Senior... not to spread word of today's events, to preserve a shred of Yinping's dignity."

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow and laughed, feigning surprise.

"Oh? Looking at you like this, you don't seem too willing. I, for one, never like to force others."

He spread his hands, a bored expression on his face.

"Well, if the Saintess is unwilling, this Venerable One will not make things difficult."

As he spoke, he flipped his wrist, and several rhomboid crystals, entirely black but with faint, deep blue starlight at their core, appeared in his palm.

As soon as these crystals appeared, the Devilish Qi in the Immortal Cave became several times denser, emitting a pure and ancient energy fluctuation.

"Alas, I had intended to give these demon marrow diamonds to the Saintess as a meeting gift, but I didn't expect the esteemed Saintess to be so virtuous..."

Lin Feng shook his head, making a gesture to put away the crystals.

"demon marrow diamonds!"

Lin Yinping's breathing instantly hitched, her once dim beautiful eyes bursting with incredible light the moment she saw those crystals.

She had searched for demon marrow diamonds for decades to Breakthrough her Cultivation Technique's Bottleneck, even venturing deep into the Great Jin's heartland and countless dangerous places, yet she had never found a single one.

This item was a supreme treasure for Ancient Demon Path Cultivators to condense Origin Devilish Qi, playing a crucial role in the Cultivation Technique she practiced.

Just one, just one would be enough for her to Breakthrough years of stagnation!

And now, there were five, floating lightly before her eyes!

The scales in her heart crashed down at this moment.

Dignity? Faith?

In the face of absolute temptation and power, the weight of these things suddenly became as light as a feather.

She stared intently at the demon marrow diamonds, a hint of mad determination flashing in her eyes.

She steeled her heart.

Lin Yinping suddenly moved; she quickly walked to Lin Feng, and before the wide meditation cushion, her knees softened, and she directly knelt down.

She raised her head, her frosty beautiful face now filled with seductive charm, her eyes gazing at Lin Feng with tender affection.

She leaned forward, her soft body pressing against Lin Feng's leg, and in a voice that even she found unfamiliar, utterly enchanting, she said:

"Senior must be joking; just now, Yinping was ignorant."

"What Saintess? It's merely an empty title. From today on, Yinping is your plaything. I implore Senior... to show no mercy..."

Lin Feng watched her instantaneous transformation, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

He reached out and pinched her delicate chin, forcing her to look up.

"Haha, I didn't expect the Saintess to have such a reserved yet passionate nature."

His thumb gently caressed her smooth skin.

"Since that's the case, then dance first. I heard the dances of the Tianlan Grassland are quite distinctive."

Lin Yinping's body stiffened, her cheeks instantly flushing crimson.

That kind of dance was learned by the low-status dancers on the Grassland to please men; it was a world apart from her, the high and mighty Saintess.

But her gaze swept over the floating demon marrow diamonds, and all shame and resistance were instantly suppressed.

She bit her lip, slowly stood up, and retreated to the open space in the center of the Immortal Cave.

Taking off her shoes, her crystal-clear jade feet bare, she took a deep breath and awkwardly began to sway her waist.

Her movements were stiff; every turn, every swing of her arm, carried a forced humiliation.

What should have been a wild and passionate Grassland dance, performed by her, was like a swan with broken wings making its final struggle, possessing a unique and tragically beautiful charm.

Lin Feng leaned back on the meditation cushion, one hand propping his chin, enjoying the sight with great interest.

After a long while, the dance ended.

Lin Yinping stopped moving, drenched in sweat, her chest heaving violently. She lowered her head, not daring to look into Lin Feng's eyes.

"Senior... are you satisfied?"

Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

Lin Feng rubbed his chin and slowly spoke.

"The Saintess's dance is naturally beautiful."

Lin Yinping's heart had just relaxed when she heard him change his tone.

"However, since the Saintess is a plaything today, isn't this ceremonial robe a bit too much to wear?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yinping's delicate body trembled violently, and she froze in place.

She looked up, staring at Lin Feng in disbelief, his handsome face adorned with a matter-of-fact smile.

Tears of shame and indignation welled up in her eyes; she bit her lip so hard it almost bled.

But Lin Feng merely watched her silently, his gaze sweeping over the demon marrow diamonds still suspended in the air. He said nothing, yet it spoke volumes.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Finally, Lin Yinping slowly closed her eyes, two lines of clear tears sliding down her cheeks.

She raised her trembling hands and untied the sash around her waist.

The white ceremonial robe, symbolizing purity and reverence, slowly slipped from her smooth, fragrant shoulders, piling at her snow-white feet like a wilting lotus.

Beneath the robe was a perfect, untouched, alluring body.

Her skin was whiter than snow, her curves exquisite, radiating a warm, ivory-like luster under the dim light of the luminous pearls.

She stood there naked in the center of the Immortal Cave, the tide of shame almost drowning her.

"Continue."

Lin Feng's voice sounded again, devoid of emotion.

Lin Yinping's delicate body trembled, and she began to dance again, resigned to her fate.

This time, without the restraint of clothing, her movements became much more fluid.

Her long, straight beautiful legs rose and fell with the dance steps, tracing alluring curves.

Her slender waist twisted wildly, causing the proud fullness of her breasts to undulate in breathtaking waves.

Sweat trickled down her smooth back, outlining her perky buttocks, finally disappearing into the mysterious crevice.

She was like a mermaid cast ashore, performing her last, most desperate dance.

Lin Feng's gaze was tangible, shamelessly "caressing" every inch of her skin, admiring this exquisite tableau woven from pride and despair.

"Excellent, Saintess's figure is truly excellent!"