The Master's Wrath

  "What?! You're Shan Jiu Ling?" Upon hearing this, Ling Xi's eyes widened in shock and her face was filled with incredulity. "Impossible! Shan Jiu Ling has never been a disciple of Xue Wu Xian! Moreover, she should be melting away in the Blood Pool Hell soon, how could she possibly appear in the Witch Tribe's Sacred Temple?!"

  At these words, Fengli Xi's delicate face showed no emotion, as if Ling Xi's words had nothing to do with her.

  Xiaobai was no longer calm, and saw that it slapped Feng Rixi's skirt with one paw. The eyes as big as bronze bells were filled with shock and horror, "Rixi, how did she know you..."

  Fengli Xi directly interrupted Xiaobai's words, smiled softly and said, "I don't know why Miss Lingxi said that?"

  After listening, Ling Xi had a tangled expression on her face and muttered for half a day without knowing what to say.

  Ling Xi's expression turned gloomy, but the wind carried a faint smile. "Miss Ling Xi, please don't tell me that you obtained these words through the Wu tribe's divination techniques, did you?"

  The girl looked dazed for a moment, coughed twice, and then said matter-of-factly, "Miss is actually stargazing at night, plus the divination techniques of our clan!"

  Listening to the other's glib talk, Feng Xixin couldn't help but feel a sense of joy in his heart, yet he didn't expose him and continued to smile, saying "Then I, Shan Jiu Ling, am truly honored to have met you tonight!"

  Ling Xi blinked his eyes unclearly, "What's going on?"

  The wind blew, and Xi pressed her lips together, smiling again. "Although I've never met Miss Lingxi before, but the fact that Shengjiu Ling can get Miss Lingxi's attention, isn't it an honor for me?"

  As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions were different.

  Ling Jiu Ling and Ling Xi had never met before, yet Ling Xi was so concerned about predicting Ling Jiu Ling's life and death. This is indeed too strange and also makes it difficult for people to believe. Everyone present was a cultivator with deep cultivation, how could they not understand this principle? However, everyone knew that Ling Xi was lying, but no one wanted to expose him.

  Xu Yue's face was still expressionless, cold and proud. Yun Shu was a head of fog, incomprehensible. While Mo Junya and Xu Yueruo's expressions could be described as rich and colorful.

  Xie Ming's face was still radiant with a faint smile, and in his heart, everything was already under control.

  Since she, as the author, can cross over into this book and be reborn as Shanjiuming, then perhaps, probably, possibly this Lingxi Miss is also a reader who has crossed over from reading her book!

  Look at Ling Xi, she's completely smitten with Xie Yu, the way she looks at him is just like a woman who's deeply in love. Alas, this uncle-nephew relationship is really quite intense!

  Based on her Jianghu common sense, a typical transmigrated female would skillfully utilize her grasp of the 'plot' and 21st-century advanced science to manipulate the ancient world after transmigration. Naturally, she would also widely collect beauties, relying on her slight advantage to be arrogant, wanton, shameless, and unscrupulous.

  I wonder if this person in front of me will also be a 'typical' time-traveling woman?

  Thinking of this, a hint of smile flashed in Feng Ri Xi's eyes, it seems that this trip to the Wu tribe will be quite entertaining.

  The conversation in the Witch's Temple finally came to an end in a strange and eerie atmosphere.

  Later, under the leadership of Ling Xi Mao, Feng Li Xi and his party finally arrived at their temporary residence. Wei Wu Xiang still lived in his original residence in the Witch tribe, while Feng Li Xi's residence was not far from Wei Wu Xiang's residence.

  Seeing Xi Yue dance and walk to her own courtyard without saying a word, Feng Li put his eyes on it and saw that there was a pavilion with a very artistic atmosphere in the east and south. He didn't let Mo Junya and Yun Shuqian go first, but nodded at Ling Xi and walked straight towards that place.

  Unexpectedly, just as they had taken two steps out, Xi Yue stopped and turned around to glance at Feng Ri Xi, saying "Shan Jiu Ling, come with me!"

  Everyone saw that Xi Yue Wu invited Feng Li Xi into her own courtyard, and they felt quite surprised in their hearts.

  It is well-known that Xi Yue Wu Yun has never liked to have too much contact with people, even when facing his own apprentices, he is always cold and distant. Moreover, his cave dwelling generally does not allow anyone to enter at will. Usually, when receiving guests or apprentices, it is done in the side hall, and he has never been seen taking the initiative to let anyone follow him into the inner courtyard.

  Ling Xi and Mo Junya looked at Feng Rixi with a puzzled expression.

  "Oh!" Although Fengli Xi also felt strange, he didn't dare to slow down and immediately followed up, entering the inner courtyard with Xue Wuji together.

  All along the way, Fengli Xi has been keeping a distance from Huixian that is neither too far nor too close.

  She saw Xi Yue dance and walk straight into the main house, and Feng Li hesitated for a moment before following her in.

  Feng Li Xi looked around and carefully examined the place where she used to live in her childhood, which was quite consistent with the scene she described in her book.

  The main house has marble pillars in all four directions - east, south, west and north. The surrounding walls are also made of marble, with intricately carved camellias in red wood blooming between the marble stones. Light purple silk curtains flutter in the wind, giving a sense of ethereal elegance.

  It's no wonder that this is the place where the Witch Clan's Patriarch resides, even if Feng Ri Xi can't absorb spiritual energy on her own, she can still feel the abundant spiritual energy surrounding her, which is more than anywhere else. It can be said that the spiritual energy in this room is not inferior to that of the Ling Xiao Sect's secret realm.

  Feng Lixi slowly walked towards the inner room desk, where a red sandalwood desk was placed with a glass screen on it, with birds and flowers carved by Bian Luan, pines and stones painted by Zhang Zhuo, and inlaid with enamel, which can be described as extremely luxurious. Feng Lixi stroked the glass screen thoughtfully, feeling a wave of emotion in her heart.

  In modern times, she also had a identical glass screen, the screen was her most treasured treasure and the only gift given to her by the person she cherished the most. However, later due to moving house, it accidentally shattered, leaving her with regret for a long time. Therefore, when writing about the scene of the Xiuyue Dance Witch tribe's residence, she unconsciously followed the impression in her memory, and restored the already shattered screen once again under her pen, to calm her regretful emotions.

  "What's wrong?" The sudden question from Yuriko brought Fūri back from her reverie.

  She saw her own master handing over a silk handkerchief, and was stunned for a moment in the wind. Subconsciously, she reached out to touch her face, only to find that it was covered with tears. She vaguely remembered that she hadn't cried in many years, and had thought that her tears had long since dried up, but unexpectedly, after being reborn, she lost face in front of her beautiful master.

  Thinking of this, Fengri Xi sniffled and quickly took over the silk handkerchief, wiping away all the tears on her face. She smiled awkwardly and said, "Thank you, Master, for your fantastical adventure transmission! This screen is really beautiful, can Master give it to me?"

  "Don't laugh if you don't want to! It's uglier than crying!" Xi Yue glanced at Feng Rixi with a faint smile, elegant and refined, silently saying, "If you like it, take it away!"

  "Thank you, Master!" Fengli Xi wiped away her tears and smiled, stroking the screen lovingly again and again, before reluctantly putting it into her storage ring after a long while.

  "This time you dare to take my silk handkerchief to the Wanwuji market again, just try it!" Suddenly, Xiuyue Wuyu said coldly once more.

  Upon hearing this, Fengli's small hand holding the silk handkerchief trembled slightly, unable to decide whether to hold on or let go. From her master's words, it seemed that he was well aware of all the mischievous things she had done previously.

  Embarrassed smile, Feng Li Xi carefully folded the silk handkerchief and put it into her undergarments to show respect for Xue Wu Dance.

  She glanced at her with an icy gaze, still as cold as frost. Fengli Xi immediately followed up with a flattering tone, "Let me wash the silk handkerchief clean and return it to Master later!"

  "Come with me!" Unexpectedly, Xi Yue Wu Yun completely ignored Feng Li Xi's starry eyes, brushed her wide sleeves and coldly said, "Take out the spiritual instrument that was damaged in the last Outer Gate Grand Competition!"

  After finishing speaking, Xi Yue didn't wait for Feng Li's response and directly walked towards the secret realm hidden in the inner courtyard.

  For some reason, I felt like my master was angry, and Fengli Xi didn't dare say more, immediately following me.

  Entering this isolated and secluded realm, Feng Ri Xi only discovered that the spiritual energy here was even more abundant than outside, and the treasures inside were dazzling to the eye.

  Feng Li Xi suppressed the urge in her heart and carefully took out the water bell drum from the Nascent Ring.

  He took over the water bell drum from Fengli's hand, his face solemn and silent for a long time without saying a word.

  The atmosphere was once stagnant, the wind blew and scattered the long hair in front of her chest, and she was about to say something, but saw Xiuyue dance and point to a pair of golden sand grains not far away, saying lightly, "The water bell drum has been damaged to its core, using ordinary methods may not be able to repair it, only by using the star sand to re-refine it can make it thoroughly recover its original spiritual nature."

  After finishing speaking, he didn't explain any more and saw him throwing the water bell drum high, turning around and sitting on a futon with his legs crossed, his eyes slightly closed, his hands quickly alternating between pinching and sealing, from time to time there were powerful spiritual forces overflowing from his fingertips, flying towards the water bell drum spinning high in mid-air.

  Before long, the water bell drum's rotation speed became faster and faster. At this time, Xiǎo Yuè Wǔ Yún continued to press her fingers together with one hand, constantly sending strands of spiritual energy into the water bell drum. With her other hand free, she pointed towards the Flowing Star Sand's location. In an instant, strands of Flowing Star Sand flew towards the water bell drum under Xiǎo Yuè Wǔ Yún's guidance and merged into the drum body...

  Gazing at the elegant and refined Xihe dance, with a hint of pride and independence, my emotions are complex in the wind.

  Unexpectedly, Xiuye Wu was so meticulous and proactively helped her repair the water bell drum, and what's more, he even used a top-grade repair spirit tool - Meteor Sand.

  Meteor Sand is a unique substance of the Wu tribe, and ordinary people may not understand its purpose very well, but Feng Li Xi's understanding of its function is crystal clear. Not to mention that damaged artifacts, spiritual instruments, etc. can be repaired with Meteor Sand, even if the spiritual instrument has been completely destroyed, lost its spirituality, as long as there is Meteor Sand, it can restore the dead spiritual instrument to its original state, and even make it better than before.

  Due to the rarity of Meteor Sand, even among the Wu tribe's own people, only a small number of high-ranking cultivators have the privilege of using it. Yet, Xi Yue casually used Meteor Sand on her Water Bell Drum, which moved Feng Ri Xi deeply.

  His fingertips were still rapidly forming seals on the long jade stone, with a trend of accelerating, more and more spiritual power and stardust flying out from his fingertips, instantly merging into the water bell drum.

  The originally dull-colored water bell drum was slowly restored to its original crystal clarity under the continuous repair of Xiǎo Yuè Wǔ Yún. The originally completely disappeared spiritual light also gradually recovered and lingered around the body of the drum.

  Feng Li Xi stood quietly to the side with a complex mood, even her breathing was cautious and careful, not daring to make any movement, afraid of accidentally disturbing Xie Wu's dance.

  Suddenly, a loud and clear cry was heard, "The Gate of Marvelous Multitude!"

  His fingertips finally let go of the last grain of stardust, and at this moment, a dazzling light burst forth from the water bell, spreading out in all directions. Feng Ri Xi subconsciously narrowed his eyes, and after adapting to the light, he saw that the originally calm air within the secret realm had actually given rise to a twisted spiritual energy fluctuation. The crystal-clear water bell slowly descended from mid-air, falling into Feng Ri Xi's palm.

  "The Water Bell Drum has been repaired!" Xie Wu Xian adjusted the spiritual energy within him, slowly opening his clear and cold eyes, casting a faint gaze at Feng Ri Xi's body.

  "Thank you, Master!" The wind blew gently as Xi Yue's slender fingers lightly brushed against the water drum on her body, her face slightly solemn.

  He suddenly stood up from the couch and said, "Although you have joined my sect, you never truly believed in me!"

  His tone was so resolute, leaving no room for doubt, giving Feng Rixi no leeway at all.

  At this time, Xi Yue's body was shrouded in a cold aura like ice, and her pair of clear and desireless pale purple eyes made Feng Li's heart tremble involuntarily.

  He opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say in the midst of the wind.

  He had seen through her completely, what else could she say?

  In the end, Fenglixue didn't say a word of explanation and hastily bid farewell to Xiawu Meng, then ran back to his own residence in disarray.

  If Fengli Xi could turn around and take a look, she would find that on the calm and serene body of Xie Youyu, there was a faint hint of melancholy and desolation lingering.

  After Feng Li Xi escaped, Xi Yue Wu Yun still stood in place, motionless, like a god. In the gentle breeze, Xi Yue Wu Yun's raven-black hair with a hint of purple danced lightly, and compared to his peerless looks, the rare flowers and grasses in the secret realm had no color...

  On the evening of his arrival at the Wu tribe's holy land, Xi Yu Ru Su held a grand welcoming banquet in the great hall for Xi Yu Wu Yu.

  As the shaman priest shouted, "The great witch doctor has been shot and wounded!", Xi Yue Wu led three apprentices into the grand hall.

  Almost everyone's gaze was concentrated on Xi Yue Wu Yun and Feng Li Xi. Even among the beautiful women of the Wu tribe, Xi Yue Wu Yun's stunning appearance was still so eye-catching. Among the cultivators, there were many female cultivators like Mo Junya who were elegant and refined, like a fairy spirit. So, even if Mo Junya was more beautiful than ordinary female cultivators, it was nothing to be surprised about. Compared to the conventional and elegant Mo Junya, Feng Li Xi's beauty was like a peach blossom, charming and alluring, making people feel enchanted. Such a seductive beauty was rare among cultivators, and perhaps even among demonic cultivators and evil cultivators, Feng Li Xi's appearance would still be unparalleled. Adding to that, the blood-red mole on her brow made her even more radiant and captivating, beyond compare.

  Completely ignoring the whispers and discussions along the way, Xi Yue Wu Yan walked straight forward with her eyes cast down, her light purple robes fluttering gently in the breeze, the silk sash at her waist dancing out a curved line. Feng Li Xuan followed far behind Xi Yue Wu Yan, disregarding the admiring and malicious glances cast her way from the side, she simply lowered her eyelids, lost in thought.

  A wine that Feng Li Xi had never drunk before was handed to him by a servant girl who poured it for him. He drank it in one gulp and felt a slight daze. Seeing the servant girl walk up again to pour wine for his master, Feng Li Xi quickly moved forward to intercept her, taking the wine jug from her hand and saying calmly, "You can go down first! I'll take care of this!"

  "Master, you're not good at drinking, don't be greedy!" Fengli Xi carefully filled the empty cup of Xie Yuchen with spiritual wine, her long hair that reached down to her shoulders fluttering in the air as she moved, creating a soft and beautiful arc.

  He grabbed Xie Wu's arm and said coldly, "You go down first! The master has his own measure!"

  Looking at Master's clear and calm phoenix eyes, he nodded slightly in the wind, only then did he put down the wine jug and exit the grand hall.

  Not far from the grand hall, there was a Hundred Flowers Forest, where flowers bloomed everywhere, and the fragrance wafted through the air. Feng Li Xi strolled leisurely in the forest, finally exhaling a mouthful of stale air, slowly opening her arms, closing her eyes, and savoring this rare tranquility.

  A flower petal slowly floated down and fell between the lips, feeling that intoxicating fragrance, and unknowingly felt a little drunk in the wind.

  She continued to walk deeper into the Hundred Flowers Forest with an unsteady gait, unsure if it was just her eyes playing tricks on her or if she had really gotten drunk. Suddenly, Feng Ri saw a slender white-clad man standing not far away in the midst of the flowers.

  Perhaps sensing someone's intrusion, the man quickly turned his head towards Feng Rixi's side and met her gaze.

  Feng Li Xi only felt that the man in white was dignified and majestic, with an extraordinary air about him, his clothes were immaculate, and his demeanor was elegant and refined, at a glance, it was clear that he was a dragon among men.

  Subconsciously releasing her divine sense to probe the white-clothed man, Feng Ri suddenly felt as if there was a wall in front of her that abruptly blocked her divine sense's probing.

  What a shocking discovery! This person must have an extremely high level of cultivation to be able to completely isolate her divine consciousness like that!

  However, her clarity only lasted for a moment, the next moment, Feng Rixi only felt that the white-clothed man in front of her had a subtle wave in his eyes, and his gaze was dazzling, as if he could suck people in, making them sink in and unable to extricate themselves.

  Seeing the originally clear and bright eyes of Feng Li Xi now looking bewildered, the white-clothed man smiled faintly and walked straight towards Feng Li Xi.

  Gently embracing the slender waist of the woman in white, the man in white stretched out his fingers to gently caress the beautiful face of the woman in his arms, his movements were so gentle, so affectionate.

  One hand gently lifted the delicate chin of Fengri Xi in the wind, and the white-clothed man even tightened his arms around the soft and fragrant body in his bosom, as if he wanted to press her into his body at this moment.

  Gazing at the woman's cherry lips with a crystalline luster in his arms, the man in white lowered his head and took her scarlet lips into his mouth to savor them wantonly...

  At this moment, the man in white felt a cold sword energy rushing towards him, immediately releasing the soft body in his arms, and with a spin, he slid back several feet away.

  The timely arrived Xi Yue quickly wrapped her soft and delicate body in his arms.

  Xuě Wǔ Yú's icy gaze was as cold as a frozen lake, staring at the white-clothed man. However, the white-clothed man smiled slyly and said, "Xuě Wǔ Yú, your disciple's flavor is truly a delicacy among mortals... I'll be back, Xiān Zhī Qiān Lǐ!"

  After finishing speaking, along with the disappearance of a golden light, the white-clothed man's figure also disappeared into the Hundred Flowers Forest.

  Xī Yuè Wǔ Yún furrowed her delicate eyebrows as she gazed at the woman in her arms, whose eyes, once full of life, were now dull and listless. The pale pink lips that had once been so tender now seemed to be dripping with a vibrant color that was almost too much to bear. Without thinking, Xī Yuè Wǔ Yún roughly wiped Fēng Lǐ Xī's lips with her own sleeve again and again, only stopping when she saw the faintest hint of blood seeping out.

  The apprentice was actually being taken advantage of right under his own nose, and at the thought of this, a chill ran down his spine as icy air condensed around him, while the primordial yang energy within him rampaged about unceasingly...

  Although Feng Li Xiu is now unconscious, she instinctively responds to Yuan Yang's vital energy, and she subconsciously burrows deeper into Xi Yue Wu Yan's embrace, her small hands even more boldly reaching into his clothes to directly touch his chest.

  In the wind, Xi Bian touched, and in his mouth, he kept whispering, "Yuanyang... Yuanyang... give me... Yuanyang..."

  Holding onto Fengli Xi's small hand, a fierce flame of anger burst forth from his icy cold eyes, and he couldn't help but let out a stream of cold air...

  Perhaps sensing the anger of Xi Yu Wu, Feng Li Zhi only felt a chill all over his body, and the endless coldness kept emerging, immediately waking him up.

  Feng Li Xi only vaguely remembered being entranced by the white-clothed man's eyes, but had no idea what happened afterwards. Where did the white-clothed man go? Why would Xue Wu appear in the Hundred Flowers Forest?!

  As he felt his own master constantly releasing a thick and extremely cold killing aura, Fengli Xi suddenly fell to the ground from the embrace of Xiang Liu's dance.

  Feng Li Xi knelt on the ground, unclear about what was happening, feeling the cold air from his master's body making his knees ache, yet he didn't dare to make a sound.

  "That person used a soul-capturing spell on you!" Xī Yuè Wǔ Yún said coldly, "From now on, you are not allowed to take half a step away from me without permission!"

  After finishing speaking, Xi Yue Wu Yan turned around and left with a flick of her sleeve...

  After the incident in Hundred Flowers Forest, although Fengli Xi still couldn't remember what had happened that night, it reminded her of another more important and troublesome matter.

  It's about someone from the Wu tribe sneaking in and plotting to seize the Xiuyuewu's hut.

  Although I knew that Xie Wu Mu was the male lead and it's impossible for him to die like this in the Witch Clan's sacred land, but Feng Li Xi still didn't want him to have any mishaps.

  Vaguely remembered that person's movements were strange and unpredictable, but his cultivation was extremely high, at least breaking through the middle stage of Yuan Ying. Even if Feng Li Xi knew that Xie Wu Duan had hidden his cultivation, he might not necessarily lose, however, if they really fought, Xie Wu Duan might also be struggling to cope.

  She knew this was going to happen beforehand, should she take preventive measures ahead of time?!

  After hesitating for a whole night, Fengli Xi still decided to help his own master avoid this disaster. Let's just say it was his way of repaying her for repairing the water bell drum!