Feng Xi shivered inwardly at Tianmu’s words—she knew he could say it and actually make it happen.
“Hmph, it’s not even confirmed if he’s the luck child yet! Why get all worked up?” Though she protested verbally, in her mind she had already begun planning her response.
Feng Xi rolled her eyes, trying to hold back.
“Stop, stop, stop! Tianmu-dad, listen to my excuse—uh, no, listen to me!”
“Listen to you say what?” Tianmu asked suspiciously.
“Uh… I was only testing him, I didn’t mean to hurt him. Think about it, if he’s really the luck child, how could a swordsman with such poor talent be so weak?” Feng Xi pleaded while scrambling and trying to rationalize.
“Hm… hearing it that way does make some sense,” Tianmu responded.
“Yeah, yeah, right? This so-called luck child, there’s no way he should be this weak!” Feng Xi continued her evasive reasoning.
The thunder ceased, and she finally let out a slow sigh of relief.
“What you say isn’t entirely without merit, but maybe… maybe the luck child hasn’t matured yet, which is why he’s so weak,” Tianmu mused, with caution and foresight.
Tianmu’s principle was simple: better to protect than destroy. Anything related to the luck child, he wouldn’t take lightly. If things went on like this, the real luck child might get “played to death” by Feng Xi.
As the divine consciousness of the Heavenly Dao, he absolutely could not allow such a thing to happen.
“But… I think he’s just an ordinary cultivator!” Feng Xi said, looking aggrieved.
“Hmph, don’t argue. You’re not allowed to touch him again,” Tianmu warned.
Seeing Tianmu was impossible to fool, Feng Xi felt helpless, but she decided to continue arguing.
“Then if he’s not the luck child, he becomes a hindrance on our path to help the real one, and brings a bunch of trouble for nothing. You go deal with it, don’t drag me along,” she said seriously.
However, Tianmu completely ignored her explanation and reasoning.
Soon, with rumbling thunder, several bolts of heavenly lightning exploded in Feng Xi’s consciousness, deafening and terrifying her.
Feng Xi’s eyes widened in fear as she tried to dodge the strikes.
But in her evasions, one bolt of heavenly lightning struck her soul directly!
“Ah!”
Her soul trembled violently, her body shaking uncontrollably.
Side Courtyard, Thatched House
Those who had rushed over were stunned by the scene.
Qiao Ju dumped a pile of pills from his storage bag into Cang Mochen’s mouth.
Healing pills, energy tonics, blood supplements, kidney-strengthening elixirs—all the life-extending pills Qiao Ju had were stuffed in at once, as he hurriedly exclaimed:
“Young Lord, you better not have anything happen! If anything happens, even ten lives won’t be enough to repay it!”
Cang Mochen, who had just regained consciousness, choked and glared at Qiao Ju, slapping his hands away, his face red and swollen.
[What the hell is he doing?!]
[Does he think the Young Lord has too long a life?]
[Even pills aren’t food to be shoved down!]
Cang Mochen wailed in his mind.
[Damn, I really am unlucky.]
Seeing this, Qiao Ju quickly stopped, but when Cang Mochen couldn’t swallow, he panicked and forced his jaw shut, shoving more pills inside.
Cang Mochen rolled his eyes in exasperation…
Meanwhile, Feng Xi stood in the courtyard twitching, her disciples unsure what madness she was up to this time.
Feng Jingce, taking the lead, rushed over to stop her. In desperation, he couldn’t think of another way and pushed Qiao Ju aside, stomping on Cang Mochen’s stomach.
“Quick! Spit them out!”
[Thanks a lot, family! …] Cang Mochen gritted his teeth, suddenly sitting up and spitting out a mouthful of pills, followed by a gush of blood.
Spirit Core Space, Within the Consciousness
Feng Xi’s soul tingled under the lightning, forcing her to grit her teeth and plead:
“T-Tianmu-dad, I… I was wrong…”
Tianmu wasn’t really trying to harm her—just giving her a lesson.
“Hmph, as long as you know your mistake, I won’t make things hard. Go back now!”
Feng Xi felt a force pushing her back into reality. Moving her numb body, she exhaled a puff of black smoke from her mouth, stunned by Cang Mochen’s pitiful state.
“Uh… Feng Jingce, he’s…”
She asked while black smoke billowed from her mouth, carrying the strong smell of char.
Feng Xi thought—she hadn’t even hit that hard. Just used a bit of brute force, barely any spiritual energy, maybe just enough to scratch him… so why was he hurt like this?
Feng Jingce looked up, seeing the black smoke around her mouth and the burnt smell in the air.
Sniffing, he asked in confusion:
“What’s burned?”
Feng Xi, speechless, waved the black smoke from her mouth and slowly limped to Cang Mochen and Feng Jingce.
“Cang Mochen, why are you vomiting blood? Are you… okay?” The black smoke gradually dissipated.
Hearing Cang Mochen had vomited blood, Tianmu in her consciousness erupted in rage:
[Feng Xi, you actually injured the luck child like this! Hurry and fix him! If anything happens to him, you answer to me.]
Qiao Ju froze, anger rising as he saw Feng Xi questioned, stepping in front of her.
“You… you demoness! Don’t harm the Young Lord again! Step one more forward and you’ll step over me!”
[Tianmu-dad, I swear, I didn’t strike that hard.] Feng Xi mentally replied, glaring at the obstructing Qiao Ju.
“That’s on you,” she said, lips curling. “You little servant, your begging is excessive.”
She raised her hand with brute force onto Qiao Ju’s shoulders, pressing down heavily. Qiao Ju felt as if a thousand pounds weighed on him; his knees buckled, and in the next second, he collapsed flat.
Feng Xi stepped over him without hesitation.
Feng Xu and Feng Ruyan, following behind, were completely shocked by the scene!
This… what is going on???
The Young Lord clutching his chest and vomiting blood?
Qiao Ju flattened on the ground?
Their big brother standing there dumbfounded?
And the culprit Feng Xi… completely fine?
And that expression, still looking apologetic???
Feng Xi… is she insane?