304: Chapter 304 The Tacit Understanding Between Husbands

"No."

As Feng Yange finished speaking, Zhushou turned and walked away, going to eat roasted meat without looking back.

"Mistress, do you intend to recruit this Underworld Phoenix into our Family?" Long Ze asked, voicing his inner confusion. Mistress had even gifted him a Medicinal Pill, revealing her identity as an Alchemist.

"He is a top-tier mutated Divine Beast selected by the System, but such a top-tier existence is not something we can obtain just because we want to." Feng Yange looked at everyone. "I do not wish to make an enemy of him; as long as he doesn't cause us trouble, that is enough."

For a mutated Divine Beast in such an awkward situation, one could only wait for an opportunity.

"Mistress, it is fortunate that we have you, otherwise we would all have died here today." Thinking of the Underworld Phoenix's strength, Xuan Li realized just how weak he was. No wonder Mistress said they needed to become stronger.

"Is this Underworld Phoenix the strongest existence in the Lower Realm?" Bai Jiuxiao's eyes were full of curiosity. He wondered when he would be able to possess such strength. If not for meeting Mistress, he would never have dared to imagine if he could encounter such a powerhouse in his lifetime.

"Probably not." Feng Yange thought about it seriously. "There might be even stronger ones in the next Realm up."

Previously, she might have thought that the Peak of the Spirit God Realm was the strongest in this Lower Realm, but after coming to the Great Secret Realm, she had changed her mind.

In the Spirit God Realm, she had met Qing Teng and Mo Bai, and even Yue Lan had been suppressed.

"This Great Secret Realm is full of hidden talents; we cannot stay here any longer. Let's go to the fourth floor and look around."

"I will go catch a Secret Realm Beast and return soon." Mo Bai hurriedly showcased his ability. This human was far stronger than he had imagined; he must stick with her.

"Mistress, where is Qing Teng?"

"I asked him to help me with something; he will be back soon." Feng Yange looked at the blood spilling from the corners of their mouths. "How are you all?"

The pressure of the Spirit God Realm was truly formidable; even Yue Lan had vomited blood.

"Mistress, we are all fine, but we need to go into seclusion to Cultivate when we reach the next Secret Realm. We are too weak." Long Ze clenched his fists. As the first husband, he was still not strong enough; the ones appearing now were getting stronger and stronger.

Feng Yange nodded. Seeing the melancholy in Long Ze's eyes, she changed the subject. "Have you forgotten about the matter of dual Cultivation?"

Everyone looked up in astonishment, a flash of wild joy in their eyes. "Mistress, do you mean we can engage in dual Cultivation?"

"We can dual Cultivate once A-Ye completes his Beastification."

As soon as Feng Yange finished speaking, Yun Lin's eyes narrowed slightly. "Mistress, if there is a Spirit God Realm expert among us, does that mean our strength can immediately increase to the Spirit God Realm?"

"I am not sure, but it should be close." After all, there were still several in the Spirit Emperor Realm among them. With such a large gap in strength, she dared not guarantee that they could all be promoted to the Spirit God Realm.

If that were the case, wouldn't her Family gain another Spirit God Realm expert for every husband she added?

Feng Yange dared not think about it, fearing they might go crazy and find her a hundred husbands.

"Do not pin all your hopes on the System. Work hard to Cultivate and do not hold Mistress back." Ling Feng spoke up. "Our strength is too low; let alone protecting Mistress, even..."

He now felt that he was unworthy of Mistress.

He could not bear children for Mistress, and his strength was not as great as hers.

Bai Jiuxiao and Xuan Li lowered their eyes. Their strength was the worst, so they didn't dare to speak.

"Ling Feng, the strength of you three is not weak; it is just that we are moving too fast and encountering beast-men who are too strong." Feng Yange spoke to comfort the three of them. "Have you forgotten? It has only been a short two or three years since we met."

Ling Feng looked up, hope in his eyes. He had indeed forgotten.

He hadn't been with Mistress for long, but so much had happened along the way. With Mistress and these brothers who shared life and death, so much had occurred that he had forgotten how long it used to take him to advance in Cultivation once.

"Mistress, I understand, but I will still Cultivate harder to make myself stronger." Only the strong were worthy of staying by Mistress's side.

Hearing Ling Feng's words, Xuan Li secretly clenched his fists. He also had to step up his efforts, otherwise, his position as the second husband would have to be yielded to someone else.

"Mistress, I will work hard to Cultivate and become stronger in the future, walking forward with you." Bai Jiuxiao hurriedly promised. He knew his strength was not high in the Family, but he would protect Mistress with his life.

How did this bit of comfort end up making them all start competing with each other?

Feng Yange swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue and nodded. "In the future, we will become stronger together."

"Mistress, my strength still needs time to recover, but I will definitely work hard." Yun Lin clenched his fists. His strength recovery was the slowest here; he needed to return to the space and continue to Cultivate.

The Upper Realm had dealt him a fatal blow, and it was Mistress who had saved him; he could not be a burden.

Long Ze watched them, each one full of fighting spirit, while he, it seemed, could only Cultivate harder.

What Feng Yange did not expect was that because of this incident, all her husbands began to compete in their Cultivation.

"Mistress, I have already confirmed that we can teleport to the fourth floor of the Great Secret Realm; we can set off now."

Qing Teng stood by Feng Yange's side. After becoming Feng Yange's man, although Qing Teng's face still looked like a youthful, stunningly beautiful boy, his words and actions had become much sharper.

There was an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Thank you for your hard work, Little Twelve. We will set off together once Mo Bai returns."

Mentioning Mo Bai, Qing Teng frowned slightly. "What did he go to do?"

"Catching a Secret Realm Beast; he ran too fast and I couldn't stop him." Feng Yange briefly explained the matter of the Underworld Phoenix as well. Qing Teng did not have much of a reaction after hearing it. "Then we shall wait a while longer."

"Mistress, I will go pack up our things."

Long Ze went to check if everyone was gathered. Zhushou had long since returned to the space and was playing with Dengdeng. Everything outside was packed, and they were only waiting for Mo Bai, but by evening, Mo Bai still had not appeared.

"Mistress, we cannot leave today."

Qing Teng's eyes darkened. "Mistress, I will go check the cave where he used to live; you all wait for me."

"I will go with you, I am fast." Cang Yan transformed back into his Vermilion Bird form and left with Qing Teng.

Everyone sat on the grass waiting. Yue Lan and Lan Shuo were both looking at the news on their Jade Slips, occasionally sharing new information about the Great Secret Realm.

When the sky was just beginning to brighten, Mo Bai returned. He had many injuries on his body and handed many Secret Realm Beast cores to Feng Yange.

"Here are twenty Secret Realm Beast cores. Can I go with you now?" Mo Bai's eyes were full of pleading, terrified that he would be left behind by them.

Feng Yange reached out to touch Mo Bai's untreated wounds. "Next time, listen until I finish speaking before going out, otherwise, I won't take you next time."

Mo Bai nodded happily. "I will listen to you from now on."

Feng Yange signaled Long Ze to take the beast cores. "A-Lan, send a message to Qing Teng and Cang Yan and tell them to come back."

"Mistress, I have already sent the message; they are on their way back."

Yue Lan's efficiency was extremely high. Just as the group was about to leave, a figure descended from the sky.