142: Chapter 142 I'll Find You Something to Do

The mountain range of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan was shrouded in a pale golden morning light, the snow-covered peaks glowing softly under the rising sun. When Hun Feng emerged from the quiet room, Feng Qing'er had already finished freshening up. She had changed into a clean, colorful feather dress of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan and was standing on the observation deck at the edge of the cliff, gazing at the sea of clouds in the distance. Hearing footsteps, she turned around. Her exquisite, arrogant face still bore its usual cold and aloof expression, but Hun Feng noticed a faint, undefinable layer in her eyes as she looked at him—it was not awe, nor gratitude, but a softer, subtle emotion that perhaps even she herself had not yet realized.

For her, last night's dual cultivation was an opportunity to break through her bottleneck, but for this Young Clan Leader of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan, who had never been close to any man, it was also a complete surrender. Hun Feng's heart skipped a beat. 'Crap. This woman hasn't actually been "conquered" by me in one night, has she?' Honestly, though, Feng Qing'er was quite the beauty—tall and slender yet curvaceous, with exquisite and arrogant features. Her eyes, in particular, revealed an innate pride even when she wasn't trying. But he already had six celestial-like wives at home, and his seven daughters were enough of a headache; he really didn't want to add anyone else to the East Courtyard.

He suppressed the alarm in his heart and walked forward with an unchanging expression, his tone remaining as composed as ever: "Morning. How are you feeling?"

"My foundation as a Two-Star Dou Sheng has stabilized." Feng Qing'er turned to face him, her tone carrying a rare gentleness, "Young Master, you worked hard last night."

"It was no trouble. As long as you're fine, that's what matters." Hun Feng waved his hand and walked toward the Ancestral Hall first. Feng Qing'er followed behind him, her gaze lingering on his back for a moment. A faint trace of disappointment flashed through her proud eyes, only to be quickly masked.

Breakfast was served in the side hall of the Ancestral Hall. Feng Tianyu personally accompanied them, constantly toasting Hun Feng to express his gratitude during the meal. Hun Feng responded distractedly, his gaze occasionally sweeping over Feng Qing'er, who sat opposite him. She was eating quietly, occasionally lifting her eyes to glance at him, and the emotion in her gaze had grown even more intense than it was in the morning. Hun Feng inwardly cursed. Last night, he had indeed controlled the intensity of the Heaven-Slaying Flame throughout the entire process, and the dual cultivation had been focused entirely on helping her refine the medicinal power, without any unnecessary intimacy. However, it was clear that this girl had never spent an entire night alone with a man before, and her psychological defenses had been breached. Even more troublesome was Feng Qing'er's personality—the prouder a woman was, the more stubborn she became once she fell in love.

He had to leave the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan quickly, but before he left, he needed to arrange some proper business for this girl. Feng Qing'er was currently a Two-Star Dou Sheng; as the Hun Clan's representative in the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan, this level of strength was barely sufficient. But if she were to truly shoulder responsibilities alone in the future, it was far from enough. Thus, he set down his wine cup and looked at Feng Tianyu, saying that he wanted to take Qing'er away for a few days to a good place. Feng Tianyu naturally dared not ask too many questions and agreed repeatedly.

On the morning of the third day, Hun Feng took Feng Qing'er into a spatial rift. Throughout the journey, Feng Qing'er did not ask any questions, simply following quietly behind him. She had an almost blind trust in Hun Feng—he had repaired her foundation, helped her break through to Dou Sheng, and assisted her in reaching the two-star level overnight. The place he was taking her to would certainly not harm her. However, when the spatial rift dissipated before that massive chasm in the northern region of the Soul Realm, Feng Qing'er still couldn't help but gasp.

Before her was a massive chasm stretching for hundreds of miles, like a hideous wound carved into the earth by an invisible giant axe. The mouth of the abyss was filled year-round with thick, ink-like black mist, where countless twisted vengeful spirits churned and shrieked. Their sounds were shrill and distorted, like countless hands reaching out from the depths of hell, trying to drag everything into the abyss. She involuntarily took half a step back; even standing at the edge of the abyss, the overwhelming resentment rushing toward her made her soul tremble slightly.

"What is this place?" She turned her head to look at Hun Feng.

"The Soul Burial Abyss. I'm finding you something to do!" Hun Feng stood at the edge of the abyss with his hands behind his back, the blood-colored light of the Heaven-Slaying Flame spreading around him, incinerating all the vengeful spirits that tried to approach into nothingness. "This is a trial ground for the Hun Clan. Floating at the bottom of the abyss are the vengeful spirits of powerful experts killed by the Hun Clan over hundreds of millions of years. Each wisp of these spirits is a soul origin that has been imprisoned for thousands of years. Cultivating here for one day is equivalent to dozens of days in the outside world, and the speed at which one's soul power increases is incomparable to the outside. Before attempting to break through major bottlenecks, the experts of the Hun Clan throughout the generations have all come here. Those who manage to come out alive have all broken through. But many have also died inside."

Feng Qing'er lowered her head to look at the bottomless darkness at the bottom of the abyss, silent for quite a while. She finally understood the purpose of Hun Feng bringing her here, and she also understood the true meaning of his words that her "strength cannot be too weak"—he wasn't looking down on her for not being strong enough, but was using the Hun Clan's most cruel method to give her a chance to truly become stronger. She raised her head to look at Hun Feng, her proud eyes swirling with extremely complex emotions—gratitude, awe, and a hint of something else that she quickly suppressed. She said crisply and decisively that she would go down. Hun Feng raised an eyebrow slightly and asked if she wasn't afraid of dying down there. Meeting his gaze, Feng Qing'er calmly replied that she was afraid, but if the Young Master told her to go down, she would go, because she believed the Young Master would not let her die.

Hun Feng was silent for a moment, then took a blood-colored jade slip from his storage ring and handed it to her. It was a trace of origin mark he had refined with the Heaven-Slaying Flame; if she truly couldn't hold on at the bottom of the abyss, he would be able to sense it if she crushed it. At the same time, he warned her to guard her heart while cultivating at the bottom of the abyss. Those vengeful spirits were not best at frontal attacks, but at eroding one's will. As long as her will was firm enough, the vengeful spirits could do nothing to her.

Feng Qing'er took the jade slip with both hands, clutched it tightly in her palm, and then bowed deeply to Hun Feng. She turned and walked to the edge of the abyss, stood still, and took a deep breath. Colorful light erupted from her body as the bloodline power of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan circulated wildly within her. She turned back to tell Hun Feng that she would definitely not disappoint him when she came out, and then leaped, disappearing into the black mist at the bottom of the abyss.

Hun Feng stood at the edge of the abyss, looking down at the churning black mist, silent for a long time. He remembered how he, too, had leaped into this abyss back in the day. At that time, he was already at the late stage of the eight-star level, his Emperor Realm Soul had just formed, and when he went down, he had only one thought in his mind—to break through to the nine-star level and go home to hold his wives. Now it was Feng Qing'er standing here, while he already stood at the mid-stage of the nine-star level, looking down at this abyss. He turned and walked toward the Soul Realm, thinking silently to himself, hoping that this girl could come out alive. It wasn't that he felt sorry for her, but rather, it would be too much of a loss if a piece he had put so much effort into cultivating were to be lost in the Soul Burial Abyss.