241: Chapter 240 Fugui's outrageous actions, the Ghost Mother's red bellyband?

Just as the battle above reached a fever pitch.

Deep within the Sea of Blood, ten thousand feet below.

This was the Ghost Mother of the Nether's lair, which she had managed for tens of thousands of years—the Nether Immortal Cave. Usually, it was heavily restricted and filled with Formations, such that not even a fly could enter, let alone an outsider.

But at this moment, because the Ghost Mother was frantically mobilizing the power of the entire Sea of Blood to suppress Lin Feng, the defensive Formation on the outskirts of the Immortal Cave experienced a brief energy vacuum.

This gave a certain "professional team" an excellent opportunity to strike.

A wretched yellow figure was currently pressed against the wall of the Immortal Cave, moving swiftly like a gecko.

This was a weasel with golden fur all over, except for the tip of its tail, which was black. In its small, mung-bean-like eyes, the light of "greed" and "excitement" flickered.

It was Lin Feng's personal pet and number one lackey—Huang Fugui.

"Hehehe... That old hag is fighting happily up there; she definitely won't expect her home to be looted."

Fugui twitched its nose. A strange fragrance permeating the air made its mouth water. "So fragrant... This smell is even better than the nine-thousand-year-old Flat Peaches I stole from the Flat Peach Garden last time!"

Following the scent, it made its way into the Ghost Mother's private chamber.

On a dressing table made of ten-thousand-year-old warm jade sat a fist-sized bead emitting a pink glow. There were even faint fluctuations of the Law of Time and Space around the bead, preventing the surrounding flowers from ever wilting.

[Face-Preserving Bead] (Innate Spiritual Item): Can lock in one's appearance, delay aging, and provide a continuous stream of vitality.

This was the Ghost Mother's lifeblood! The reason she could maintain the appearance of a beautiful young woman (though a bit pale) after living for over a hundred thousand years was entirely due to this bead providing vital nourishment at every moment.

But in Fugui's eyes?

It was just a tasty-looking candy.

*Slurp...*

Fugui reached out with its two small paws, picked up the bead, and held it up to the light.

"Whatever, Grandpa said wasting food is shameful."

It opened its mouth, revealing two rows of cold, glinting sharp teeth, and bit down with a "crunch."

That incredibly hard Innate Spiritual Item, which even top-tier Immortal Artifacts could hardly scratch, was actually bitten to pieces like a crisp radish under Fugui's gifted teeth.

"Crunchy, peach-flavored! And a bit milky!"

In a few bites, Fugui swallowed the entire Face-Preserving Bead.

*Burp—*

Letting out a full burp, Fugui felt warm all over. The black tip of its tail, which represented misfortune, seemed to grow a bit darker and shinier, with faint black lightning flickering.

After finishing the main course, Fugui's restless eyes began to wander again.

"Eh? What's that? Bright red and quite pretty."

It saw a piece of red clothing neatly folded on the bed, emitting extremely strong spiritual power fluctuations.

Looking closer, it was a red bellyband embroidered with a "Mandarin Ducks Playing in Water" pattern.

But this was no ordinary bellyband. This was close-fitting armor—the [Blood Silk Red Cloud Armor]—which the Ghost Mother had commissioned a Grandmaster of Artifact Refining to create by gathering the essence of the Sea of Blood and fusing it with ten-thousand-year-old ice silkworm silk! Its defensive power was comparable to a top-tier Immortal Artifact, impervious to water and fire, and unbreakable by ten thousand spells.

"Good stuff! This material is so smooth, and the color is festive. I like it!"

Fugui's eyes darted around, and it directly pulled over the bellyband, which was larger than its own body.

Then, it found a stick made of an unknown material (actually a Dragon Bone Pen used by the Ghost Mother for drawing eyebrows), slipped the bellyband over it, and tied a tight knot.

A vibrant "red flag" was thus born.

"Hehe, if the Master sees how majestic I am, he'll definitely reward me with a big chicken leg!"

...

Meanwhile, above the Sea of Blood.

The battle was in a stalemate.

The Ghost Mother was, after all, a Grand Unity Golden Immortal. Although her natal Immortal Artifact was damaged, her foundation was deep. With her hair disheveled and looking like a madwoman, she mobilized the power of the Sea of Blood to condense nine blood Dragons, surrounding Lin Feng.

"Lin Feng! As long as I am on this Sea of Blood, I am invincible! You can't kill me, and I can wear you down to death!"

The Ghost Mother laughed hideously. Although her hair was messy, her face still maintained its seductive beauty. She was convinced that if she dragged this out, a burst-style Golden Immortal like Lin Feng would surely lose.

However, at that moment.

A sudden change occurred!

The Ghost Mother suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if some vital life-sustaining hub in her body had been severed.

Immediately after, an indescribable sense of weakness washed over her.

Her proud skin began to lose its luster, shrivel, and wrinkle at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her once jet-black and beautiful hair instantly turned withered, gray, and then fell out like dried grass. Her upright posture began to hunch, and her vitality drained away frantically.

"What's happening?! My vitality... my face?!"

The Ghost Mother touched her face in terror, but her hand met a rough landscape of wrinkles like old tree bark.

Trembling, she condensed a water mirror and took a look.

In the mirror, she was no longer the Ghost Mother who surpassed all others in beauty, but a dying, hideous old hag!

"Aaahhhhh!!!!"

A shrill scream pierced the sky, ten thousand times more painful than her previous injury. It was truly a sound that would make anyone who heard it grieve and weep.

"Who is it?! Who destroyed my Face-Preserving Bead?!"

For a female cultivator who valued beauty as much as her life, suddenly aging a hundred thousand years was a blow ten thousand times worse than being killed!

Her mental state collapsed!

"Hey! Old hag, look over here!"

Just as the Ghost Mother was about to go insane, an extremely cheeky voice suddenly came from below.

The Ghost Mother instinctively looked down.

At the entrance of her Immortal Cave, a weasel wearing floral boxers was standing on one leg, striking a pose it thought was very handsome, while frantically waving a large flag.

The flag was bright red and fluttering in the wind. The pattern of Mandarin Ducks Playing in Water was exceptionally eye-catching in the sunlight...

That was her most beloved, most private... bellyband!

At this moment, that damned weasel was using the bellyband as a battle flag, waving it while shouting:

"I, Army Commander-in-Chief Huang Fugui, use this flag to help the Master win! I've even stolen this old hag's undies!"

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Even Lin Feng, seeing this scene, couldn't help but have the corners of his mouth twitch violently, nearly falling out of the sky.

This move... was too slick.

It was simply Outrageous's mother opening the door for Outrageous—outrageous to the max.

"Pfft—!!!"

The Ghost Mother's heart was overcome with rage. Looking at her hands that had turned into old tree bark, and then seeing that wretched weasel waving her intimate clothing to humiliate her.

Shame, despair, and fury intertwined.

She spat out a mouthful of blood ten feet high. Her originally harmonious and flawless Grand Unity Dao Heart completely cracked at this moment!

That originally perfect defensive circle also revealed a massive, fatal flaw because her mind had faltered.

Lin Feng's eyes suddenly narrowed.

Fugui, well done! I'll give you two big chicken legs when we get back!

"Taking your life while you're down!"

The asura dragon-slaying blade in Lin Feng's hand finally, for the first time, fully unsheathed!