141: Chapter 141 The Return of the Heavenly Phoenix Clan

A void crack silently bloomed above the ancestral grounds of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan, and Hun Feng stepped out from it.

Today, he was not wearing his signature profound black robe, but had changed into a dark cyan long robe, with the Hun Clan emblem embroidered in silver thread on the cuffs and collar, his long hair tied casually behind his head.

After breaking through to the mid-stage of Nine-Star Dou Sheng, his aura had become even more restrained than before, no longer as sharp and exposed as it was when he first entered the Nine-Star stage, but instead like an undercurrent in an abyss—calm on the surface, yet containing terrifying power beneath capable of crushing everything.

The Heavenly Phoenix Mountains were exceptionally quiet today, the snow-covered peaks reflecting a blinding silver light under the sunlight.

The guarding disciples at the mountain gate saw the figure stepping out of the void crack from afar; they were stunned for a moment, then their expressions changed drastically, and they scrambled towards the Ancestral Hall.

The last time Hun Feng visited alone, he was an Eight Star Dou Sheng who crippled the cultivation of three elders and forced the entire Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan to become vassals of the Hun Clan.

Now, not long after, the aura on this man had become so profound that it was completely beyond their ability to perceive.

Feng Tianyu was flipping through tribal documents in the hall. Upon hearing the report from the guarding disciple, he stood up abruptly, nearly overturning the desk in front of him.

He hurried towards the mountain gate, and before he even got close, he sensed that faint yet omnipresent aura from afar—it was no longer the pressure of an Eight Star Dou Sheng, but the Nine-Star realm, deeper, more vast, and almost integrated with heaven and earth.

His footsteps paused for a moment, and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

Nine-Star.

This man had truly stepped into the Nine-Star realm, and it wasn't just the early stage of Nine-Star that he had just broken through to; the solidity of that aura clearly indicated the mid-stage of Nine-Star.

The known Nine-Star Dou Sheng on the Fighting Qi Continent could be counted on one hand—Hun Tiandi, Gu Yuan, Void Swallowing Flame, Zhu Kun, and now, there was one more, Hun Feng.

And this man was only in his early thirties.

Feng Tianyu suppressed the shock in his heart and hurried out to meet him at the mountain gate.

When he bowed and saluted, his waist bent even lower than last time, his voice filled with undisguised awe: "Young Master, your arrival honors us. Feng Tianyu failed to welcome you from afar. Your aura has improved significantly since we last met, and Feng Tianyu is here to congratulate you on your breakthrough."

Hun Feng stood before the mountain gate with his hands behind his back, saying casually, "Clan Leader Feng, there is no need for such formalities," before getting straight to the point and asking about Feng Qing'er's recent situation.

Mentioning Feng Qing'er, a touch of sincere pride appeared amidst the awe on Feng Tianyu's face.

He led Hun Feng towards the training grounds behind the Ancestral Hall, saying as they walked: "Since the Young Master repaired Qing'er's foundation last time, that girl has seemed like a different person, cultivating diligently day and night without pause. The Young Master's Heaven-Slaying Flame cleared the blockages in her meridians; she has built up her accumulation and burst forth, breaking through to the peak of One-Star Dou Sheng recently, just a step away from the Two-Star stage. That this child has achieved today is entirely due to the Young Master's cultivation."

When he said this, his tone was filled with a complex mixture of gratitude and awe—gratitude that Hun Feng had given Feng Qing'er a new life, and awe that Hun Feng's current strength was far beyond his understanding.

He even secretly rejoiced that he hadn't resisted back then, and that the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan had chosen to submit.

With Hun Feng's current cultivation, destroying the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan would be as easy as flipping his hand.

The training grounds were built on an independent mountain peak, surrounded by defensive restrictions forged from Heavenly Phoenix bone stones.

Feng Qing'er was sitting cross-legged in the center of the grounds, eyes closed in cultivation, her body surrounded by a very faint multicolored light.

The bloodline power of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan flowed slowly within her, and every breath brought about a very subtle sound of a phoenix cry.

Compared to when they last met, her aura was much more steady—the foundation of the peak One-Star Dou Sheng was extremely solid, without any instability.

Her delicate and proud face still carried an innate stubbornness, but there was now a touch of steadiness honed by adversity between her brows.

Sensing someone approaching, Feng Qing'er opened her eyes abruptly.

Upon seeing that the visitor was Hun Feng, a faint trace of surprise flashed in her proud eyes, and she immediately stood up and bowed slightly, her tone remaining neither humble nor arrogant: "Feng Qing'er greets the Young Master. Many thanks for the Young Master's grace of recreation; Qing'er dares not let you down and has been cultivating diligently day and night without slackening."

Hun Feng looked her up and down, nodded slightly, and said her foundation was very solid, it seemed she really hadn't been lazy.

Feng Qing'er raised her eyes to look at him and said frankly: "Qing'er owes the Young Master a life, and even more, owes the Young Master a future. This debt of gratitude, Qing'er can only repay with her own strength."

That night, Feng Tianyu hosted a banquet in the Ancestral Hall to entertain Hun Feng.

The banquet was not luxurious, but every dish was a delicacy carefully prepared by the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan.

During the meal, Feng Tianyu hesitated several times, but finally summoned the courage to make that request—asking Hun Feng to stay in the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan for a few days to guide Feng Qing'er's cultivation.

Although Qing'er's foundation had been repaired, she could not cross the threshold of the Two-Star Dou Sheng, and no one in the clan had the ability to guide her; only Hun Feng could help her.

Hun Feng held his wine cup and did not answer immediately.

His gaze fell on Feng Qing'er opposite him—she was sitting at the banquet eating quietly, occasionally raising her proud eyes to look at him.

Truth be told, he had intended to stay in the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan for a few days anyway; after all, he had spent so much effort on this chess piece, he had to see how far she could actually go.

So he put down his wine cup and said it was possible, but the method of guidance might be unconventional, and he didn't know if Miss Qing'er could accept it.

Feng Tianyu looked puzzled, but Feng Qing'er spoke first: "As long as I can break through, Qing'er is willing to accept any method."

After the banquet dispersed, Hun Feng returned to the training grounds with Feng Qing'er.

He placed two top-grade Eighth Grade Pills in her palm—treasures looted from the restricted area of the Medicine Clan, each containing extremely vast medicinal power.

He told her to take one first and slowly refine it with the power of the Heavenly Phoenix bloodline, and he would assist from the side with the Heaven-Slaying Flame.

Feng Qing'er looked down at the two pills in her palm with a faint halo, was silent for a moment, then raised her eyes to look at him, her proud eyes surging with a bit of determination and gratitude.

She didn't say much, just put the pill into her mouth.

The medicinal power of the Eighth Grade Pill exploded within her, turning into a vast torrent that rushed madly along her meridians.

Feng Qing'er let out a muffled groan, her face instantly turning pale as paper.

The cultivation of the peak One-Star Dou Sheng was simply not enough to suppress this medicinal power; the Heavenly Phoenix bloodline trembled violently under the impact of the pill, and her aura began to disorder.

Hun Feng frowned slightly, lifted his right hand, and pressed it against her back, the blood-red light of the Heaven-Slaying Flame passing from his palm into her body.

The source power of the nine kinds of Heavenly Flames accurately locked onto the rampant medicinal power, peeling and refining it bit by bit, guiding it to flow slowly along Feng Qing'er's meridians into her Dantian.

After about the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Feng Qing'er's complexion gradually regained its color.

She slowly opened her eyes, sensing the medicinal power in her body that had been suppressed but not yet fully refined, and frowned slightly.

She turned to look at Hun Feng, wanting to speak but hesitating, and only after a long silence did she finally speak.

"Young Master, Qing'er can feel that only a small portion of the medicinal power has been absorbed. With Qing'er's current strength, I cannot fully refine this pill. But Qing'er dares to ask the Young Master—what method did you use when you helped your wives improve their cultivation previously?"

When she said this, her proud eyes did not dodge, but her voice trembled slightly; clearly, she had already guessed the answer and was just waiting for Hun Feng to confirm it in person.

Hun Feng withdrew his hand from her back and, meeting Feng Qing'er's gaze, truthfully said that his wives possessed top-tier bloodlines, and he used the Heaven-Slaying Flame as a catalyst to help them refine medicinal power and break through bottlenecks through the method of Yin-Yang dual cultivation.

But he also stated frankly that this method required skin-to-skin contact, and if she was unwilling, he would never force her.

Feng Qing'er lowered her eyelashes and was silent for a long time.

In the training grounds, there was only the rustling sound of snow being blown off the branches by the mountain wind in the distance.

She finally raised her head to look at Hun Feng again; in those proud eyes, there was no hesitation or fear, only a kind of calmness honed by tempering.

She said she was willing; the Young Master had given her a second life, and she trusted the Young Master.

Moreover, she should have guessed it long ago; when she saw the progress of the Young Master's wives in the East Courtyard, she had vaguely guessed that the Young Master had used some special means.

Today, the Young Master told her frankly, which instead made her more convinced—the Young Master had never treated Qing'er as an outsider.

Hun Feng looked at that stubborn and calm face under the moonlight, was silent for a moment, and then nodded slowly, saying he would control the intensity well and would not let her get hurt.

That night, the lamp in the quiet room deep in the training grounds was lit all night.

The blood-red light of the Heaven-Slaying Flame cast a very faint shadow on the snow through the lattice window, reflecting off the snow on the mountain peak.

The two Eighth Grade Pills that Feng Qing'er took were completely refined under the guidance of the Heaven-Slaying Flame, and the Heavenly Phoenix bloodline and medicinal power were completely fused in the harmony of Yin and Yang.

When the morning light sprinkled from the peak of the Heavenly Phoenix Mountains, a brand-new aura soared into the sky from the quiet room—Two-Star Dou Sheng, it was done.

Feng Qing'er slowly opened her eyes, looked down at the multicolored light jumping in her palm, and a very, very faint smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

She turned to look at the man beside her who was regulating his breath and said softly, "Thank you."

Hun Feng did not open his eyes, but the corners of his mouth hooked up slightly.