"Heh heh…"
The Demon Spirit King wasn't angered by Snow Maiden's refusal. Instead, he chuckled with a simple, almost foolish laugh.
This version of the Demon Spirit King was likely something only Snow Maiden ever saw.
"Snow Maiden, thanks to you, even though my cultivation hasn't advanced, I feel like a completely new man."
"If given enough time, reaching the pinnacle of the True God realm… perhaps it's not impossible."
As the Demon Spirit King spoke, his voice was filled with excitement and thrill.
The pinnacle of the True God realm was once an attainment he hadn't dared to dream of, a level he believed was utterly beyond his reach in this lifetime.
But now, he saw hope. That terrifying pill had not only saved his life but had also made his body far stronger.
"You have time to wait, but I do not. You must grow stronger as quickly as possible."
"Use this."
As Xue Ji spoke, she produced a scroll and handed it to the Demon Spirit King.
"What is this?"
"A cultivation technique?"
The Demon Spirit King took it and immediately recognized it as a cultivation technique — and a powerful one at that.
But… it was a demonic technique, one that required the lives of others in order to advance.
However, the Demon Spirit King was already long accustomed to slaughtering the innocent. His hands were stained with countless lives, and aside from Xue Ji, he could not have cared less about the fate of others.
In his eyes, this technique was practically tailor-made for him.
"My Xue Ji, just what kind of being are you? How do you possess so many extraordinary things?"
Even the Demon Spirit King found it hard to believe upon seeing this technique.
In a sense, this technique was even more formidable than the terrifying pill that had saved his life.
"Do you wish to cultivate it?"
"Cultivating it will not be easy."
"It demands a considerable price, and once you begin, there is no turning back—only endless slaughter."
Xue Ji said.
"Cultivate it, of course I will."
"Originally, I merely hoped there was a chance to reach the pinnacle of True God."
"But if I can master this technique, reaching the pinnacle of True God is absolutely guaranteed."
The Demon Spirit King was now brimming with confidence.
Xue Ji said nothing, but at the corner of her lips, an evil smile flickered past.
……
After a journey, Chu Feng finally returned to the world where Yue Ling and Song Yuwei were located.
However, Chu Feng did not head directly to the Nameless Sect. Instead, he arrived at a location a certain distance away from it.
Following the incident with the Nine Heavens Pavilion, Chu Feng feared that Yue Ling and the others might face retaliation, so he had instructed them to find a place to hide first.
Before parting, Chu Feng had specially given Yue Ling a treasure for communication, so that after they settled down, she could inform him of their location.
Now, Chu Feng had arrived directly at the place where Yue Ling was hiding.
"My Lord, Yue Ling's injuries weren't done by us, absolutely not by us!"
However, the moment the people from the Nameless Sect saw Chu Feng, they immediately fell to their knees, as if terrified of being implicated.
Hearing these words, Chu Feng sensed something was wrong. He hastily activated his Heavenly Eye to observe.
Soon, within a palace, he found Yue Ling's figure.
And at this sight, Chu Feng's heart suddenly trembled.
The current Yue Ling had her Dantian broken, her cultivation crippled, and most importantly, her once-fair face was now ruined.
"Who was it? Who did this?"
"Was it the Nine Heavens Pavilion? Or someone related to Young Master Lang?"
Chu Feng demanded with a furious voice, his overwhelming killing intent surging forth uncontrollably.
Although he had only known Yue Ling for a short time, she had helped him greatly. For instance, without leveraging Yue Ling's ancestral grounds, Lord Yuwei's injuries would not have been treatable, and he himself had gained considerable opportunities there.
Moreover, Yue Ling was kind-hearted by nature, a rare and good young woman. Who could be so cruel as to lay such a vicious hand on a girl like her?
"We don't know either. Yue Ling went to the Nameless Sect this morning, and when she returned, she was in this state. No matter how we asked, she refused to say."
"My lord, please ask Yue Ling yourself. Perhaps she will tell you."
The people from the Nameless Sect said one after another.
And Chu Feng did not delay either, hurrying to the place where Yue Ling was resting.
"Benefactor?"
"You've returned."
"Not long after you left, Lady Song Yuwei's injuries healed. She has already left the Nameless Sect. She said she was going to see Lord Yiku."
Yue Ling noticed Chu Feng's arrival and hurriedly spoke, likely afraid that he would worry, so she preemptively told him of Song Yuwei's whereabouts.
At this moment, she still wore a veil — presumably because she did not want Chu Feng to see her current appearance.
But through his Heavenly Eyes, Chu Feng had long since seen exactly what Yue Ling's face looked like now. It had been carved with a dagger, stroke by stroke, into this state — a truly mangled mess of flesh and blood, a horrifying sight.
"Yue Ling, I already know everything. Tell me — who did this to you?"
"Whoever it was, I will make them pay."
"If you won't tell me, then I'll find out on my own. This justice — I will absolutely see that it is served for you."
Chu Feng said directly.
"Savior, can you avenge me?"