138: Chapter 138 Daring to insult my disciple, he deserves to die.

"Vermilion Bird!"

Xuan Li and Feng Yange spoke in unison, looking at each other with uncontrollable excitement.

"But how could the Vermilion Bird appear here?" Xuan Li asked in a low voice. Feng Yange couldn't believe it either. If the Phoenix was of the Divine Beast clan, then the Vermilion Bird was a Heavenly God-level existence, and had even formed a marriage contract with her.

Feng Yange pinched Xuan Li, making him cry out in pain, "Mistress, why did you pinch me? It hurts."

"So it really wasn't a dream. If Cang Yan is indeed the Vermilion Bird, doesn't that mean I married a Vermilion Bird as my husband?" She felt like she was dreaming, completely unable to believe it.

Xuan Li also came to a sudden realization. Feeling it inappropriate to pinch his Mistress, he pinched his own arm instead and grinned sillily. "It really is true."

"But we don't know where Cang Yan is right now. Even if he really can undergo Nirvana, we still can't find him." Feng Yange's eyes darkened, wondering if they would ever meet again in this lifetime.

"Mistress, at least we know he is alive. We will have a chance to meet again in the future." Xuan Li comforted his Mistress, his gaze sweeping over their surroundings. "So, where should we go next?"

Feng Yange pulled Xuan Li along as they walked toward the depths of the forest.

"Quick, hide!"

During this period, the male Cultivators were physically and mentally exhausted. These unmarried Cultivators had originally come to the Jiuyou Secret Realm for training, but they never expected that the joining of the Hehuan Sect Saintess would turn their training ground into a cultivation site for her.

"What Hehuan Sect Saintess? She is simply a Essence Spirit that sucks people's essence. The male Cultivators she targets are sucked dry overnight. It's too terrifying."

A male Cultivator shivered in a corner. They wanted to go home, but even crushing their Identity Tokens wouldn't let them out. This was clearly a conspiracy; no one cared whether they lived or died.

"Speaking such unpleasant words in front of this Saintess comes at the cost of your life." The Hehuan Sect Saintess suddenly appeared, and a group of people quickly emerged behind her, surrounding the Cultivators.

The Cultivators hiding in the shadows trembled and quickly knelt to beg for mercy. The Hehuan Sect Saintess lifted a male Cultivator, and with a wave of her hand, his clothes shattered to the ground. Immediately after, a shrill, agonizing scream startled the birds in the forest into flight.

A figure landed, cold eyes sweeping over the dried corpse on the ground. There was not a trace of warmth in his blue eyes. Seeing this man, who was not particularly good-looking but exceptionally attractive to her, the Hehuan Sect Saintess licked her lips, walked toward him, and spoke seductively, "My lord, you are so handsome, you look just like my husband."

Before her hand could even touch the man's chest, an invisible force suddenly choked her throat. A cold light flashed in his blue eyes, and terror filled the Hehuan Sect Saintess's eyes, giving her the urge to flee for the first time.

"M-My lord, spare my life."

"The Hehuan Sect Saintess?"

His voice lacked any warmth as his gaze coldly swept over the surrounding Cultivators. They nodded hastily, and someone said tremblingly, "My lord, she is the Hehuan Sect Saintess. We beg my lord to show mercy and save us."

"Do you know Feng Yange?"

The Cultivators nodded and then shook their heads in rapid succession. "We have heard of her. The Hehuan Sect Saintess is also looking for her, wanting to kill Feng Yange."

Hearing this lord ask about Feng Yange, the Hehuan Sect Saintess quickly changed her tune from begging for mercy, "My lord, I know where that bitch Feng Yange is! I can take you to find her."

"You have a grudge against her?"

"Of course! She stole my man, and I want to kill her. Rest assured, my lord, we share the same goal," the Hehuan Sect Saintess said with a sycophantic smile. But in the next second, with a sharp 'crack', her neck was snapped. Her eyes widened, unable to believe even in death that she had died just like that.

The Cultivators were scared out of their wits, trembling as they knelt on the ground.

"Daring to insult my disciple, death is too good for you."

The Hehuan Sect Saintess's Soul had just emerged from her body when it was seized in the next second. With a shrill scream, she instantly dissolved into nothingness.

The Cultivators had long been dumbfounded by the scene before them. Only after the person vanished, leaving the Hehuan Sect Saintess's corpse lying there with her eyes wide open—unable to rest in peace—did they finally snap back to their senses.

"The Hehuan Sect Saintess died just like that?"

"Just now, that lord said 'insult my disciple'... He is Feng Yange's Master!"

The news of the Hehuan Sect Saintess being killed by Feng Yange's Master quickly spread throughout the Jiuyou Secret Realm. The male Cultivators in the Secret Realm felt a great weight lifted from their shoulders; they knelt to express their gratitude, celebrating their escape from her clutches.

When Xiao Bufan heard this news, he was both delighted and infuriated.

His eyes were sinister. His once-handsome face was now gaunt and emaciated, a result of deficient kidney Qi and severe physical depletion.

He was happy that the disgusting old hag was finally dead, but he was also angry that Feng Yange had found such a powerful Master—a powerhouse who could instantly kill the Hehuan Sect Saintess. This also meant that the Xiao Family could no longer hunt down Feng Yange.

"Brother Fan, do you realize what you missed out on now? If Feng Yange had made you her husband back then, how could you have ended up in this state? You becoming like this is all Feng Yange's fault."

Xiao Linger's voice echoed continuously in Xiao Bufan's ears like a demonic whisper. Xiao Bufan looked up, killing intent surging in his eyes. Yes, it was all Feng Yange's fault. If she had agreed to marry him, how could he have become the Hehuan Sect Saintess's plaything?

Feng Yange was the one who ruined him. He had to kill her.

Feng Yange sneezed and rubbed her nose. Beside her, Xuan Li handed her some roasted meat. "Mistress, when will the others finish cultivating?"

"I don't know either. Why haven't we run into a single Cultivator these past few days? They couldn't have all been ruined by the Hehuan Sect Saintess, right?"

Feng Yange broke into a cold sweat. Looking up, she saw a group of Cultivators walking toward them. Seeing this, Xuan Li immediately stood up to shield Feng Yange behind him.

Feng Yange pulled Xuan Li back to her side. "What's there to fear? With our strength, could they possibly beat us?"

As long as it wasn't the Hehuan Sect Saintess, she wasn't afraid. Since they weren't as strong as her, they wouldn't pick a fight unless they were tired of living.

Seeing Feng Yange, those Cultivators quickly clarified in a panic, "Please don't misunderstand, we have no ill intentions. We are simply passing through."

Feng Yange looked at the male Cultivator who spoke. His eyes were filled with panic upon seeing her.

"Where are you all headed?"

The leading Cultivator bowed respectfully to Feng Yange. "Thank you, Miss Feng, for saving us."

Feng Yange pointed at herself, her eyes filled with confusion. "You're saying I saved you?"

When did that happen?

How come I didn't know?

"It was your Master who saved us, but he only acted for your sake. We will always remember this kindness." The leading Cultivator truthfully recounted the death of the Hehuan Sect Saintess to Feng Yange.

"Master really is like a mind reader to me. I was just regretting not asking him to help me get rid of that old hag, but I didn't expect him to act so decisively."

Having him as my Master is truly worth it.

It was well worth how smoothly I knelt down back then.

"There is one more thing we want to tell you."