263: Chapter 263 The Spirit of the Secret Realm, the One Who Rules the Great Secret Realms

Seeing Feng Yange absorbing the Devilish Qi, the group of Cultivators had their expressions change drastically. One quick-mouthed Cultivator shouted, "Look, Feng Yange is also part of the Demon Race!"

"Mistress is not part of the Demon Race. What she is absorbing is this Darkness Power. It is the Dark attribute she cultivated herself while trapped in the Endless Abyss, also known as Darkness Power, and is not the Devilish Qi of the Demon Race."

Mo Yuan explained. Looking at the strange gazes of the Cultivators, he secretly seethed with malice in his eyes. If anyone dared to Hands-on against Mistress, he would wipe them all out.

"Does Darkness Power have corrosive properties?"

A Cultivator asked hurriedly, revealing the back of his hand, which had a patch of burnt, blackened wounds. "I was grazed by the black Qi during the fight, and my hand ended up like this."

"Darkness Power does indeed do that when it actively attacks someone." Mo Yuan stared at the other Cultivators; he wanted to see if anyone dared to harbor killing intent toward Mistress.

"I have heard of Darkness Power. Large Sects and big Families have all heard of it. Since humans cannot dissipate Darkness Power, they gather it all together and send it to one place. It seems to be called the Endless Abyss."

An older Cultivator shouted, then looked at Feng Yange, his eyes full of admiration. "I never expected Feng Yange to have been to the Endless Abyss and even managed to Cultivate the Dark attribute and absorb Darkness Power while inside. She is just too amazing."

"Could the reason Xiao Linger was hunting her down be because Feng Yange was blocking her Dao?"

The Cultivators' discussion made the killing intent in Mo Yuan's eyes dissipate quite a bit. These humans were still somewhat smart and not stupid enough to be unable to distinguish good from bad.

Feng Yange finished absorbing the Darkness Power, opened her eyes, and her gaze was filled with killing intent.

"The Darkness Power has been absorbed. Exterminate the Demon Race!"

As Feng Yange's voice fell, a roar came from the sky. Dark Spirit opened its mouth wide and began to inhale wildly. Those of the Demon Race let out miserable screams and were quickly sucked into the dark vortex.

Feng Yange's lips twitched slightly; she had almost forgotten that Dark Spirit used to be an overlord in the Endless Abyss. After following her for this period, it had almost forgotten its original identity.

All the Cultivators were stunned, and then they saw the sky clear up. A little guy covered in black flew in front of Feng Yange, its pair of large, blood-colored eyes sparkling as it happily sought credit from Feng Yange.

"Master, how did I perform?"

"Dark Spirit's performance was great, unexpectedly powerful." Feng Yange gave Dark Spirit a thumbs up. Seeing this, the Cultivators behind her immediately gave Dark Spirit a thumbs up. "We also think you are especially amazing!"

Dark Spirit proudly put its hands on its hips, but then let out a burp; it couldn't have been cuter.

"Go digest, I will reward you later."

Dark Spirit's eyes lit up instantly. "Master, then I want to eat Phoenix meat!"

"Got it, go play now." Feng Yange patted Dark Spirit's head, and it vanished instantly. The expressions of the Cultivators all changed. What did they just hear? Eat Phoenix? Is a Phoenix something you can eat?

"Mistress, are you injured?" Long Ze gathered around, not directly asking about Xiao Linger's situation, as there were so many Cultivators here.

But Mo Yuan knew that the ten thousand soul banner had a new guest, and he had even given instructions to 'take good care' of her.

"No harm done, her cultivation is all fake; it's nothing serious." Feng Yange looked around at the ten of them. "Remember to treat your wounds."

"We are fine, Mistress, please rest assured."

Feng Yange's gaze landed on these Cultivators in front of her. Some of them had quite a few injuries on their bodies and were all looking at her with many complex emotions.

"Xiao Linger has been killed by me. You may tell others about what happened here today, but I do not wish for my husband's identity to be spread. I have no intention of being enemies with any Cultivator Sect or Family, but if anyone wants to harm our Family, they must be prepared to pay the price of having their entire Family buried with them."

As soon as Feng Yange spoke, the expressions of the Cultivators changed.

"Xiao Linger fell into the demonic path; she deserved to die. However, we have some small questions, and we wonder if you could answer them?"

A bold female Cultivator looked at Feng Yange and, upon receiving Feng Yange's nod, asked hurriedly, "Is the Darkness Power you Cultivate really not from the Demon Race?"

"No!" Feng Yange stretched out her hand, and a surge of thunder power leaped up. The Cultivators all showed expressions of shock.

"This was all cultivated by me. My Darkness Power has already cultivated a Dark Spirit Root. Just like my Lightning Spirit Root, it is not from the Demon Race; it is simply a type of power I cultivated."

Feng Yange's words made the Cultivators even more curious about her. A human cultivating a Dark Spirit Root, a type of Spiritual Root never heard of before—it was too terrifying. Most importantly, there was also the Lightning Spirit Root, which was extremely overbearing; the Lightning Spirit Root that could cause one to be struck to death by lightning if they were the slightest bit careless. How could one person Cultivate two extremely dangerous Spiritual Roots?

Dangerous, it was simply too dangerous.

"Feng Yange, you Cultivate two such terrifying Spiritual Roots; aren't you afraid?" After the female Cultivator finished asking, the other Cultivators all looked at her, their eyes full of curiosity, without any negative perceptions because of her.

Feng Yange took out a large iron pot and instructed Long Ze and the others to find some medicinal ingredients for a rejuvenation pill for her.

[image] Image source Doubao: I am becoming more and more envious of Ge'er; what she eats is too good~

"After being struck by lightning enough times, I don't really feel anything. The Dark Spirit Root is very obedient; unless it encounters a situation like today, it almost never comes out."

The Cultivators saw that Feng Yange was not angry, so their courage grew, and they asked many questions, including about Xiao Linger offering a bounty to kill her. Feng Yange only said one sentence: "I used to be a Trash Spirit Root. She felt that my ability to Cultivate was stealing her Opportunity, but my Spiritual Root was just chaotic."

The Cultivators all expressed their stances, scolding Xiao Linger and also counseling Feng Yange, telling her she should speak out. Feng Yange said no one would believe her, but these Cultivators all surprisingly stood on her side to support her, even vowing to help her clear her name.

Most importantly, these Cultivators were really quite good. They even took the initiative to tell her about the situation in the Great Secret Realm. Much of it was similar to what she had asked before, but they also revealed an important piece of news.

The Great Secret Realm has a Spirit of the Secret Realm that controls the Great Secret Realm. Everything inside the Great Secret Realm is controlled by him. Moreover, they revealed that when they came, their Family had told them that there were quite a few Disciples from the Upper Realm in the Great Secret Realm.

Feng Yange asked them about the Spirit of the Secret Realm again, but they only knew of its existence; no one had ever seen it. As for the Disciples from the Upper Realm, they only knew that many came from Ancient Families; they knew nothing else.

Feng Yange brewed a pot of medicinal soup for them to treat their wounds. She did not refine Medicinal Pills, mainly because she did not want to expose the identity of the large pot refining Medicinal Pills. As for the source of the Medicinal Pills, she would just say she bought them.

"This medicinal soup is for treating wounds; if you don't mind, have some."

Feng Yange's large iron pot of medicinal soup left the Cultivators shocked beyond measure; Feng Yange was actually brewing medicine for them.

The Cultivators thanked her hurriedly and were shocked beyond measure after drinking it, but this time no one spoke again. In their hearts, they had already developed gratitude and awe toward Feng Yange; they would no longer pry into any of her affairs and promised not to spread word of what happened today.

"Who is Feng Yange?"

A group of Cultivators dressed in Immortal Qi floated over. The female Cultivator leading them was a cold and aloof Fairy. She held a Medicinal Pill bottle in her hand. "Whoever knows where Feng Yange is, this High Grade spirit gathering pill belongs to them!"