“Urgh~”
As soon as the item was taken out, the stench of smelly feet rapidly spread. Feng Shan immediately ran aside, retching.
Feng Ci raised an eyebrow, his smile freezing on his face. He helplessly extended his slender fingers to take the jar emitting the strong odor and asked gently, “What is this?”
Song Liuhua had already grown somewhat accustomed to being tormented by this foul smell. She no longer felt much of anything, but seeing Feng Ci’s reaction still pleased her. She then took out a small bowl from her storage ring—the very one she had crafted a few days earlier.
“Use this bowl to hold the medicinal liquid and pour it into the lake to test it.”
Feng Ci immediately understood that both the bowl and this jar of stinking medicine held secrets. “Feng Shan, you do it.”
Feng Shan pinched his nose, his face as bitter as a gourd, reluctantly approaching while retching.
Song Liuhua took pleasure in his misfortune. He dared to mock her—this arduous task was well-deserved.
Holding his breath, Feng Shan poured the foul-smelling liquid into the small bowl and channeled his Spirit Power. The bowl instantly floated in the air. Feng Shan widened his eyes in disbelief and exclaimed, “This is… a second-level spiritual artifact!”
He never expected this plain, unremarkable little bowl to be a second-level spiritual artifact.
Even more surprising was that his wife, with her trash-tier talent level, could craft such a thing. After all, Feng Xuan, a mid-tier Auxiliary Spirit Master, had been nurtured with the Feng family’s resources for decades and had only reached the level of a third-level Artifact Refiner. Meanwhile, his wife was said to have awakened less than three months ago. How could she have produced something like this?
Usually, he had heard plenty from Feng Li and Feng Rou about his wife’s Elixir Crafting and Artifact Crafting endeavors—all described as haphazard attempts without a single success.
Now, seeing her produce this item, Feng Shan was certain it wasn’t given by the young master. So the question arose: Could this second-level spirit bowl have been crafted by her herself?
Aside from this reason, Feng Shan could find no other explanation.
At this moment, besides disbelief, he felt nothing but disbelief.
Though his mind was in turmoil, Feng Shan’s hands remained steady. The second-level spirit bowl containing the medicinal liquid hovered steadily in the air under his control. He asked, “Madam, what’s the next step? What’s the use of this stinky medicine?”
Song Liuhua pointed at the lake surface. “Just hover it by the lakeshore, close to the bank but not too close.”
Feng Shan maneuvered the second-level spirit bowl slowly toward the shore.
Song Liuhua directed from the side: “Too close to the lake, move it a bit more toward the bank.”
“Lower the height a little.”
“Move outward a bit…”
“You moved too much, bring it back inward a little.”
Feng Shan, manipulated by Song Liuhua’s commands, was kept busy. He had to carefully ensure the medicinal liquid at the bottom of the bowl didn’t spill, moving with extreme caution. Soon, he was drenched in sweat.
Feng Ci, noticing the turbulent waves at the lakeshore, narrowed his eyes. In a flash, he positioned himself in front of Song Liuhua, vigilantly watching the movements in the water.
Before long, gurgling sounds spread from the lakeshore into the distance. Countless green-shelled shrimp and green-skinned shrimp, spitting water spikes, surged toward them in waves.
Feng Ci’s expression turned stern. He shouted loudly, “Feng Qing, bring the men!”
Feng Qing, stationed three hundred meters away, immediately arrived with Feng Yi, Feng Wu, Feng Liu, and Song Yuan.
Seeing the commotion in the lake, their faces turned serious. They drew their Spirit Swords and assumed defensive stances.
Other spiritual energies were not as easy to control as the Spirit Sword. Feng Shan was struggling to drag the second-grade spiritual bowl with his Spirit Power, sweating profusely. Seeing that none of the others had the sense to help, he gritted his teeth and shouted, “Can someone lend a hand? I’m about to be drained!”
Only then did Feng Yi and the others notice him. Feng Qing’s fingers twitched slightly, and his Spirit Power wrapped around the bowl, instantly lightening Feng Shan’s burden.
Feng Yi finally realized the issue. “Are these frenzied green-shelled crabs and green-skinned shrimp all because of this bowl?”
Feng Shan rolled his eyes. “Obviously!”
By now, the scene on the lake was spiraling out of control. Countless green-shelled crabs and green-skinned shrimp swarmed to the surface, frantically crowding toward the shore. A barrage of water spikes shot toward the bank like ten thousand arrows. Feng Ci drew his Spirit Sword, shielding Song Liuhua behind him, while Feng Yi, Feng Wu, Feng Liu, and Song Yuan unsheathed their swords to protect Feng Shan and Feng Qing.
Unexpectedly, the water spikes only looked sharp. With a mere flick of their Spirit Swords, they easily dispersed the attacks—nothing like the ferocity of the previous day. Just as everyone was puzzling over this, they witnessed a scene they would never forget.
A green-shelled crab and a green-skinned shrimp leaped fiercely from the water, landing stiffly on the ground.
Feng Shan was so startled he nearly lost control of the second-grade spiritual bowl, but fortunately, Feng Qing remained focused throughout.
Feng Yi and Song Yuan blinked, then grinned from ear to ear. “They’re delivering themselves to us! Quick… grab them!” Feng Yi yelled excitedly, immediately tying up the basin-sized green-shelled crab.
Where there was one, there came a second, a third, and then countless more.
Song Yuan, Feng Wu, and Feng Liu’s eyes gleamed with excitement as they swung their Spirit Swords with renewed vigor.
Feng Yi was already overwhelmed and hastily called nearby clansmen for help.
Before these clansmen could even process their shock, they were swept up in the frenzy of this tremendous surprise.
Feng Ci shielded Song Liuhua as they stepped back a few paces. Watching his wife’s smiling eyes, he couldn’t help but ask, “What kind of spiritual artifact is this bowl? And what about this medicine? How is it so peculiar?”
Song Liuhua craned her neck from behind Feng Ci to peer at the lake. “This bowl turns disgusting things into delicious ones—the more disgusting, the more delicious. So, I call it the Topsy-Turvy Bowl. Haven’t you noticed? Since we poured this black medicinal liquid into the bowl, that foul smell has completely vanished.”
“As for this medicine, it was originally a bait specifically designed to lure shrimp and crabs. But when placed in the Topsy-Turvy Bowl, it becomes even more irresistible.”
Feng Ci suddenly understood.
Then, Song Liuhua took five more bowls from her storage space and tossed them to Feng Ci.
Surprised, Feng Ci immediately gathered everyone and used the Topsy-Turvy Bowls and the black medicinal liquid to lure more green-shelled crabs and green-skinned shrimp.
In no time, the entire Feng family team was bustling with activity. Gone was the lethargy of the past few days—they were now gleefully collecting shrimp and crabs until their arms grew tired.
Qin Ye happened to visit and, upon passing through the small grove, witnessed the scene. Feng Ci nodded in greeting, while Qin Ye pointed in astonishment, speechless.
It took him a while to find his voice. “Feng Ci, how did you manage this?”
This way, there was no need for exhausting efforts like casting nets and struggling with the lake-bottom shrimp and crabs. Once the green-shelled crabs and green-skinned shrimp reached the shore, their combat power drastically weakened, allowing even a first-level Martial Spirit Master to easily subdue one.
In the short time Qin Ye stood watching, Feng Ci’s six teams had already captured over a hundred green-shelled crabs.
Qin Ye’s eyes turned red with envy. “Good brother, do you have any more of those spiritual artifacts? Specifically that bowl from earlier—how about selling me two? I’ll trade you spirit replenishing pills for them!”
Feng Ci sighed helplessly. “A few days ago, my wife offered you three, but you refused. The one she gave you yesterday was also one.”
“What!” Qin Ye couldn’t believe it.
He glanced at Song Liuhua, then at Feng Ci, who nodded in confirmation. Only then did he believe that the bowls Feng Ci’s wife had given him were truly spiritual artifacts.
He immediately grew frantic.
“If what you gave me were spiritual artifacts, why didn’t you say so earlier!”
The three that Song Liuhua had first offered him, he had dismissed as useless trinkets and refused them. Now he was so filled with regret he could pound his chest in frustration.
As for the one Feng Ci’s wife had later given him… The more he thought about it, the more it made his teeth itch with irritation.