144: Chapter 144 Xiao Ba's Tribulation, Feng Yange's Nourishing Food

"Mistress, could it be that one of them is Undergoing Tribulation, triggering the heavenly lightning?"

Xuan Li's expression changed suddenly, and he urged, "Mistress, quickly let them all out, otherwise it will implicate you."

Feng Yange's eyes brightened instantly, "There's such a good thing? I have them all locked in the space; if I wait for the heavenly lightning to descend, wouldn't it all strike me? Then wouldn't I be able to nourish myself greatly?"

Feng Yange looked at the sky excitedly. She couldn't care less about who triggered the heavenly lightning; if it could fall on her head, then it was her heavenly lightning.

"You all hurry and stay away from me!"

Feng Yange hurriedly told Xuan Li and Mo Yuan to stay far away from her. The two looked worried. Xuan Li hurriedly said, "Mistress, this heavenly lightning looks fierce. You should still let them out. In case it hurts you..."

"A-Li, don't call out, stay far away, don't mooch off my heavenly lightning."

Feng Yange's eyes shone. Heavenly lightning, that was a great nourishing item.

Mo Yuan pulled Xuan Li to his side, smiling, "Mistress is afraid that you will mooch off her heavenly lightning. Her Lightning Spirit Root needs a lot of heavenly lightning. To her, this heavenly lightning is a rare, great nourishing item. Let's just stay to the side."

Xuan Li's expression remained worried, looking at the tribulation clouds drawing closer, "I don't know what kind of Lightning Tribulation this is, to be so fierce. Although Mistress says the heavenly lightning can nourish her Lightning Spirit Root, being struck is real, physical damage."

"Who else could it be? It's Little Eight's Lightning Tribulation."

Mo Yuan crossed his arms and watched from afar.

"He absorbs the fire spirit bead so fast. He just got it, and he's already able to absorb it and trigger the Lightning Tribulation. He is truly a Prodigy, worthy of the Vermilion Bird Bloodline."

Xuan Li clenched his fists, his eyes full of worry.

"I only hope Mistress doesn't get hurt. She says she doesn't mind every time, but she also feels pain." Mistress even cries out in pain when they mate; with this heavenly lightning striking her body, how much must it hurt?

Mo Yuan was a bit surprised by Xuan Li's change. Why did he feel that Xuan Li had changed a lot during this time?

"Boom!"

A loud bang struck Feng Yange's head, fast and fierce. Feng Yange was blasted until her hair stood on end, and she spat out a mouthful of thick smoke. Even the gaps in her bones were aching. Why did this heavenly lightning hurt a little?

However, very quickly, the heavenly lightning was rapidly absorbed by the Lightning Spirit Root. When the next bolt of lightning fell, Feng Yange felt absolutely nothing. She looked up and saw large, thick heavenly lightning bolts continuously striking her head, but there was no pain. Her Lightning Spirit Root was continuously absorbing the heavenly lightning, and Feng Yange only felt her Dantian filled with spiritual energy, so she immediately sat cross-legged.

"Didn't I say so? Mistress has turned a misfortune into a blessing." Mo Yuan watched Feng Yange's practiced movements. In a moment, she would probably have to thank the Heavenly Dao for this generous gift again.

"Isn't it said that one cannot Undergo Tribulation inside the Secret Realm? How is Little Black an exception?"

Xuan Li was confused. If other Cultivators saw this, they would probably criticize Mistress again.

"I don't know about this either. Perhaps he is an exception. If anyone asks, just say Mistress was being punished by the Heavenly Dao." Mo Yuan's words made Xuan Li hesitate to speak. Punished? Are you sure it isn't a reward?

Sure enough, someone Undergoing Tribulation inside the Secret Realm soon attracted the attention of Cultivators. After seeing clearly that it was Feng Yange, the Cultivators discussed it heatedly. Some suspected that Feng Yange had killed someone from the Phoenix Clan and was receiving heavenly punishment, but no one dared to get close. After all, if one were caught in the aftermath of the heavenly lightning, one would lose a layer of skin.

After Xiao Linger found out, her eyes were full of satisfaction. She spread rumors everywhere that Feng Yange had killed a Phoenix and was being punished by the Heavenly Dao, and she also told the Cultivators to isolate Feng Yange to avoid being implicated.

Feng Yanjiu and Li Shishi also acted as if they had found a large group, following along to spread rumors. Soon, the rumor that Feng Yange killed a Phoenix and was struck dead by the Heavenly Dao spread throughout the Jiuyou Secret Realm.

By the time Feng Yange finished this Lightning Tribulation baptism, others had already spread rumors that Feng Yange had been blasted into ash by the heavenly lightning.

"Mistress." Several worried voices came. Feng Yange let everyone else in the space out. Everyone's eyes were full of worry, especially Bai Jiuxiao and Li Mingye. They didn't know what happened; they only knew that the space had been affected and shaken. When they opened their eyes, they found Mistress Undergoing Tribulation, and in one corner of the space, Little Black was burning with raging fire, completely unrecognizable.

Feng Yange saw that they had all come out of seclusion, reached out to wipe her face, cleaned herself with a Cleansing Spell, and smiled to comfort them, "I'm fine. Thank you, Heavenly Dao Daddy, for sending this nourishing heavenly lightning. I feel refreshed all over now. My Spiritual Root has grown, and even my cultivation has entered the Peak of the early stage of the Spirit Emperor Realm, with signs of a Breakthrough."

This was no heavenly lightning; this was clearly sending her cultivation.

She had said that acknowledging the Heavenly Dao as her own father was the right choice.

"Mistress, this is Little Eight's Lightning Tribulation. Let's check on his situation."

"What Little Eight?" The crowd looked at Mo Yuan in astonishment. Seeing the smile on his lips, Bai Jiuxiao hurriedly asked, "Where did Little Eight come from? Is it Cang Yan?"

"It's Little Black. He is Little Eight now." Mo Yuan explained, "He might also be Cang Yan; some things happened."

Feng Yange agreed and gave them a summary of what had happened during this time. Looking at the shock in their eyes, Mo Yuan's smile did not fade, "Regardless of whether Little Black is Cang Yan, he is now Mistress's husband, and everyone will be brothers in the future."

"I'll go see Little Black."

Feng Yange entered the space. There were no flames in Little Black's location, only a small red bird lying on the ground, curled up into a ball. Feng Yange hurriedly stepped forward and reached out to check his breathing. He was still alive, but how did this... no, why did he burn red?

Feng Yange took some spirit spring water and fed it to Little Black, then brought him out.

"Look, what happened to Little Black?"

The crowd gathered around, and looking at the originally pitch-black Little Black who had turned into a red fire bird, everyone fell silent.

"Perhaps this is his original color?"

Mo Yuan's words made everyone else frown, especially Feng Yange. She was really curious why a fire could burn a black bird into a red bird.

"Didn't you say he was a Vermilion Bird? Then this color is correct." Li Mingye looked at the palm-sized bird, "Mistress, is he Cang Yan?"

"I don't know. With him like this, I can't tell either."

Feng Yange scanned them, "How about we wait for him to wake up and ask?"

"That's the only way. He succeeded in Undergoing Tribulation; maybe he will regain his memory after resting and waking up." Mo Yuan's words made Feng Yange's eyes light up, "Then let him rest. Who among you will hold him?"

Little Black woke up, opened his eyes, and looked at Feng Yange. He flapped his wings against Feng Yange's arm, his voice very weak, "Mistress, let me stay in the space. I can survive."

He would rather lie down by himself than lie in a man's arms.

Feng Yange gently stroked his wings, "You're awake. Is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable? Do you need me to do anything for you?"

There was a hint of uncertainty in Little Black's eyes, "Can I nest in your arms?"