124: Chapter 124 Never seen anyone plunder the Heavenly Dao

"Mistress, let's leave this place first. Forget about the demon bead," Mo Yuan urged.

Ling Feng transformed into his true form and immediately carried Feng Yange on his back to find an exit.

Falling rubble became increasingly frequent, and the frantic laughter of an old man echoed from within the ten thousand soul banner, "Traitor, you deserve this!"

"Master, the demon bead is right ahead."

"Mistress, I'll go get the demon bead. You all leave first."

Mo Yuan followed the spirits and rushed into the abandoned palace, dodging falling stones, and sure enough, he saw the demon bead.

"Mistress, I can't find the exit." Ling Feng ran through several passages, but they all turned out to be dead ends.

"System, check the location of the exit for me immediately," Feng Yange commanded coldly while surveying the surrounding environment.

This was an abandoned city, but it was too vast. Escaping would take time, and they had to find the exit precisely; otherwise, they would all die here.

[Exit marked. The Teleportation Array will close in ten minutes. Host, please hurry.]

A white light suddenly appeared on the ground before Feng Yange. She urged quickly, "Ling Feng, follow the white light. The Teleportation Array will close in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Get there as fast as possible."

The group immediately quickened their pace. Feng Yange used the Jade Slip to communicate with Mo Yuan. Having received the message, Mo Yuan had already arrived and found the Teleportation Array outside the abandoned city.

The System announced a ten-second countdown to the closure of the Teleportation Array. Looking at the Teleportation Array ahead, Feng Yange urged loudly, "Hurry, the Teleportation Array is running out of time!"

Everyone stepped into the Teleportation Array, and it activated immediately. Feng Yange and her party were instantly teleported away, landing on a grassy plain with a river not far off.

Several people tumbled to the ground, gasping for breath, still shaken.

"We almost didn't make it out."

Seeing that they were all safe and sound by her side, Feng Yange breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mistress, I've retrieved the demon bead. Thank you all for your hard work this time." Mo Yuan took out the demon bead. He had already obtained three demon beads, and his strength would be restored once more.

"We are all family, why mention thanks!" Long Ze stood up and looked around. This was actually a good place to Cultivate; it would be perfect for a rest.

Ling Feng sniffed the surrounding air, "Mistress, something seems wrong here."

"What do you mean?"

Several people gathered around him. Ling Feng was lying on the ground in his Sky Wolf form. As the wind blew past, his fur was soft and smooth, looking very pettable.

Feng Yange crouched beside him, reached out to pet his fur, and closed her eyes to sense the surroundings.

After a while, Ling Feng said joyfully, "Mistress, there is a Spiritual Vein underneath here. The Spiritual Qi is dense; we can draw out the Spiritual Qi to Cultivate here."

Feng Yange's knees went weak, and she knelt on the ground, bowing sincerely toward the sky, "Thank you, Father Heavenly Dao. Thank you for your divine gift. This is some fine wine as an offering to you."

Feng Yange quickly took out several jars of fine wine and set them down. Then she stood up, turned around, and gave the others a wink, "Set up camp right here. Don't let the Spiritual Vein resources given by my dear Father Heavenly Dao go to waste."

The sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds, and thunder and lightning flashed. Feng Yange waved her hands and shouted at the Heavenly Dao, "Daddy, I'm hungry, I want some electricity!"

A bolt of heavenly lightning struck down, swift and fierce. Feng Yange was struck until smoke was rising from her entire body, but she let out a satisfied burp and fell straight to the ground. The sky cleared up instantly, and all supernatural phenomena vanished.

"Mistress, are you okay?"

Bai Jiuxiao nervously used a handkerchief to wipe the smoke off the Mistress's face. The Mistress was going further and further down the path of acknowledging the Heavenly Dao as her father.

Feng Yange spat out a puff of smoke, sat up abruptly, and crossed her legs. Blue currents suddenly surged around her body, accompanied by that power of thunder and lightning.

"The Mistress's Lightning Spirit Root has strengthened again."

Jun Chen was astonished. The Mistress grew a Lightning Spirit Root after being struck by lightning and could even Cultivate with it, while he, who had been struck by heavenly lightning day and night, had only known pain and injury—what a waste.

"The Mistress's talent is truly terrifying." Li Mingye was stunned.

Long Ze, standing to the side, signaled to the others, "You all keep watch; I'll go catch a couple of fish to make soup."

"I'll go too." Bai Jiuxiao quickly followed in Long Ze's footsteps. Mo Yuan and Jun Chen acted as Protectors, while Li Mingye and Ling Feng went to check the surroundings to ensure safety.

Feng Yange only finished when she smelled the aroma of roasted meat. When she opened her eyes, she saw several handsome men cooking. Each of them had broad shoulders, narrow waists, and long legs—a feast for the eyes. She was eating so well after her Transmigration.

"A-Ze, accompany me to the riverside to wash up."

Feng Yange summoned the three of them—Dengdeng and the others. Their three pairs of eyes stared at the roasted meat as if glowing, and they were drooling with greed.

"You three, don't eat it all!"

Feng Yange warned them, then followed Long Ze to the riverside to wash up simply. Suddenly, a river shrimp came into view. Feng Yange swallowed her saliva, "A-Ze, let's eat river shrimp tomorrow."

"Mistress, what is a river shrimp?"

Feng Yange pointed at the shrimp jumping in the river, "That one right there. I ate too poorly in the past; it's really good here."

"Very well, I will listen to the Mistress's arrangements." Long Ze didn't understand how such a tiny little thing like a river shrimp could be delicious, but if the Mistress wanted it, he would definitely catch it for her.

By the time Feng Yange returned, the three of them had almost finished the roasted meat on the table. From within Feng Yange's space came the noisy voices of those hundred-odd old sword spirits.

"Girl, how could you not call us for roasted meat?"

"Surely we should be allowed to have a meal occasionally, right?"

The group of old men was making a huge racket, so Feng Yange simply released them all, "If you want to eat, go roast your own meat. There are so many of you, and there isn't enough food."

"Ingredients are not a problem. As long as you provide us with food, we can help you draw up the Spiritual Qi from below, allowing you to Cultivate here. How about it?" An old, experienced sword spirit spoke up; he knew how to handle Feng Yange.

"Deal. However, you find the ingredients, and you roast the meat yourselves. I can provide the fine wine, but everyone must work."

Feng Yange looked at this bunch of sword spirits. She had almost forgotten about their existence; she hadn't expected a meal of roasted meat to wake them all up.

"No problem."

"Master, if I go hunting, can you have them roast meat for me?" Zhushou whispered.

Feng Yange crouched down and petted its round, chubby body, "Of course you can. If you hunt, I will have them roast meat for you."

As soon as Feng Yange finished speaking, an afterimage flashed before her eyes. Feng Yange watched Zhushou, who had already vanished, and the corner of her mouth twitched, "What a glutton. But no matter how fast it is, how big of a prey can it catch? You guys roast a few extra pieces of meat for Zhushou later."

Half an hour later, there was a loud crash. Feng Yange looked at the mountain of prey and fell silent. These old guys were really going all out just to eat.

"Master! Is this enough?"

Zhushou ran over from behind the pile of prey, its eyes gleaming, "Can you let them roast meat for me to eat?"

Feng Yange looked at that pile of prey, "Did you catch all of this?"

"Of course!"

Feng Yange bent down and lifted Zhushou by its fluffy back. It only weighed five or six catties, "How did you carry all this prey back?"