Spirit Vessel

encapsulate him.

“This is… the power of the curse?” Feng Feiyun hurriedly channeled his phoenix physique.
The blood in his body crazily flowed and refined this cold energy into his own vessels.

After refining the chilling touch, the remaining essence jumped into his head and formed another strand of divine intent.
This was his eighth intent!

“Just what the hell is this tablet? Why is it that the cold energy inside it could help me form another divine intent?”

Anyone else would have turned into an ice sculpture after being invaded by this coldness.
However, the Immortal Phoenix Physique seemed to specialize in restraining this energy.
It turned it into something beneficial for Feng Feiyun.

His cultivation rose again; he was getting closer and closer to grand achievement God Base.

Maybe if he was struck by another bolt, he could gather the ninth intent!

However, no more lightning came down.
Instead, Monk Jiu Rou ran back with his staff in one hand and the exalted pot in the other.
He ran towards the base with only one shoe left.
A large part of his pants had been ripped apart, so he looked quite tattered.

“Go! It has turned evil.
This is its territory, so it is able to condense the momentum here for its own use.
Even with the exalted pot, I still cannot suppress it!”

He shot out a golden wave that swept over the group.
It turned into a golden stream to break through the murderous energy present in order to fly outside.

He didn’t stop until they were several hundred miles away before releasing the group.

From afar, a radius of several hundred miles — with the tomb and river as the center — had been shrouded by the gray miasma.
The vegetation withered and the earth turned black.
The once lush pine forest had lost its brilliance and was now a dark forest of death with chilling gales.
No one would dare to venture inside anymore.

“Raaa!” The creepy howl came from the distant mountain like a frightening asura from hell.

“Feng Feiyun!” A maiden’s voice came from behind Feng Feiyun.
In the blink of an eye, she ran over and hugged him from behind.

“Xuejian!” He didn’t need to turn around to know that it was Nalan Xuejian.

Monk Jiu Rou was immediately unhappy to see this scene.
He stood to the side and coughed, but she ignored him completely.

“Feng Feiyun, I don’t want to be a nun, will you stay true to your words?” She embraced him tightly with her pretty face on his back as if she was afraid that if they were just a bit farther away from each other, Monk Jiu Rou would drag her away.

Last time, the monk forcibly took her away.
All the crying and pleading was futile.

“What, what did I say?” Feng Feiyun played dumb.

“You really forgot?” She angrily stomped her foot.

“I have said a lot of things, what are you referring to exactly?” He continued the act.

She was exasperated as her brows shot up: “You didn’t call me Jianxue before, you called me—”

“Wife!” Feng Feiyun smiled.

“That’s right, since you called me wife, you can’t possibly let your wife become a nun!” She smiled with music playing in her heart.
So it turns out that he hasn’t forgotten.

Feng Feiyun was quiet.
It seemed that men shouldn’t speak so casually, especially to someone as gullible as Nalan Xuejian.

Monk Jiu Rou couldn’t bear to watch this any longer and shouted: “Are you two finished?” He had always felt that Feng Feiyun was taking advantage of his little disciple.

“Is it any of your business?” Feng Feiyun had always been annoyed with the monk.
If it wasn’t for the great disparity in cultivation, he would have given him a rough beating.

“Of course it is none of his business!” She was still embracing him with a slightly charming smirk.

Monk Jiu Rou wanted to vomit blood after hearing this.

“This Feng Feiyun is too bold, he even dares to provoke this monk by seducing his disciple.
Damn, he is truly a motherfucking genius!” Bi Ningshuai had guessed the monk’s identity which resulted in his astonishment.
If possible, he would want to become the monk’s disciple even if it meant becoming a monk as well.

Wang Meng asked: “Who is this bastard monk? Is he really that great?”

Bi Ningshuai glanced at him in response: “You are so uncultured.
Have you not heard about the names of the top ten masters listed by Scholar Heaven Calculating? If I’m not mistaken, this monk is an ancestor from Nalan, one of the four great clans of the Jin Dynasty.
He became a monk more than 1,800 years ago.”

“Impossible, even a Giant at ninth-level Heaven’s Mandate can’t live for more than one thousand years!” Wang Meng felt that Bi Ningshuai was exaggerating.

“Talking to you really is an insult to my intelligence.
Great Monk Jiu Rou is the last surviving monk of the Mortal Life Temple.
If he has survived for this long, his cultivation is clearly above the Heaven’s Mandate realm.
He is on the same level as top characters like the Jin Emperor or the Sacred Spirit Palace Master.
If I worship him as my master, I will be able to do whatever I want later on.”

Bi Ningshuai became too excited and directly ran over to grab the monk’s thigh while crying: “Master, I really had such a tough life.
I lost my father at three and my mother died when I was four.
On this path of decline I walked alone, struggling with this mundane life while trying to understand this mortal coil.
With these experiences, my heart is set on Buddhism.
Master, please take me in as your disciple!”