"Young Master."
In Yang Wei’s palace, a disciple entered the hall and bowed respectfully.
"What have you heard?" Yang Wei asked in a deep voice.
"I heard that Lord Feng said Miss Yang’s Soul Bone is not as simple as we understand. He said it’s extrely rare and precious, and if word gets out, it will bring a deadly disaster," the disciple reported respectfully.
"Rare and precious? Deadly disaster?" Yang Wei’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips.
"Can he suppress the Soul Bone?" Yang Wei asked again.
"He said he would suppress it when the Soul Bone acts up, but I don’t know if he can," the disciple shook his head and replied.
"Keep eavesdropping and let know if you hear anything," Yang Wei waved his hand.
"Yes, Young Master!" The disciple respectfully exited the hall.
"Yang ier, even if that boy can save you, you won’t survive. If you want to compete with for the position of Palace Master, there’s only a dead end for you. As for that boy, don’t think he can survive either. With just the power of a Divine General, I have ten thousand ways to make him die," Yang Wei sneered with amusent, seemingly already envisioning Feng Wuchen’s tragic end.
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"The power of the Soul Bone is becoming increasingly terrifying! I wonder if Lord Feng can suppress it!" Yang Tianya was full of fear, as the power of the Soul Bone had clearly surpassed Yang Tianya’s realm.
"Lord Feng, please," Yang Buhuo was extrely tense, his back soaked with cold sweat.
Yang ier’s room.
Yang ier’s painful screams persisted, while Feng Wuchen frantically devoured the Soul Bone’s power, causing the ridians throughout his body to start swelling with pain, yet the power of the Soul Bone showed no sign of weakening.
The Soul Bone’s power seed inexhaustible.
"Oh no! The power of the Soul Bone is too massive; my body can’t withstand such a huge force!" Feng Wuchen’s heart was filled with panic, his ridians swelling with pain, and his body beginning to inflate.
The power of the Soul Bone exceeded Feng Wuchen’s imagination.
Even while devouring and simultaneously suppressing with soul power, it was to no avail.
Yang ier’s Soul Bone power was becoming increasingly terrifying.
"Chen Shao, you can devour while refining," Tian Sha imdiately transmitted the ssage.
"Technique of Dividing Spirit!" Feng Wuchen ford a seal with one hand and uttered a low roar, as twelve Primordial Spirit Avatars were instantly summoned.
The twelve Primordial Spirit Avatars frantically refined the devoured Soul Bone power within Feng Wuchen, causing his cultivation to rapidly soar, while also alleviating a lot of pressure.
"What’s happening? Lord Feng’s cultivation is actually improving! And at a rapid pace!" Yang Tianya exclaid in shock, sensing Feng Wuchen’s aura rising quickly.
"What kind of cultivation speed is this?" The Third Elder was extrely shocked, his old face stiff on the spot.
"Damn it! This brat must be refining the Soul Bone’s power for cultivation; he’s not saving i’er at all! Elder, what are you waiting for?" Yang Gou shouted angrily.
Yang Buhuo panicked. If that’s really the case, then Yang ier is as good as dead, isn’t she?
Should he enter or not?
Yang Buhuo found it hard to decide.
"Elder, our palace trusts Lord Feng! Right now, only Lord Feng can save i’er," Yang Tianya frowned, realizing that if they rushed in now, they wouldn’t be able to suppress the Soul Bone’s power, and Yang ier would die all the sa.
Now, they could only treat the dead horse as though it were alive; if Feng Wuchen really was refining the Soul Bone’s power while ignoring Yang ier’s survival, they could kill Feng Wuchen later.
Yang Buhuo gritted his teeth and chose to trust Feng Wuchen, unable to think of any reason why Feng Wuchen would harm Yang ier.
Inside the room, Feng Wuchen was suppressing, devouring, and refining to enhance his cultivation—all at once, sothing not achievable by ordinary people.
A few minutes later, the explosive Soul Bone power from Yang ier’s body indeed started to weaken.
"The Soul Bone’s power has been suppressed!" Outside, Yang Tianya exclaid.
"That’s great! Lord Feng succeeded! The power of the Soul Bone is starting to weaken." Yang Buhuo was overwhelmingly jubilant.
After Feng Wuchen’s frantic devouring and refining, the Soul Bone’s power ultimately weakened.
The Primordial Spirit Avatars frantically refined and absorbed, causing Feng Wuchen’s cultivation to soar like a rocket, close to breaking through to Five-Star Divine General.
"Good, cultivation is about to break through! The Soul Bone’s power is also starting to weaken!" Feng Wuchen finally let out a sigh of relief, now covered in sweat, with his back soaked.
As the Soul Bone’s power weakened, Yang ier’s screams gradually faded, her contorted and pretty face no longer showing signs of pain.
Yang ier’s heart was filled with joy; she finally was able to preserve her life.
"Miss Yang, be ready," Feng Wuchen reminded.
"Okay!" Yang ier nodded.
Feng Wuchen continued frantically devouring the Soul Bone’s power, as the Primordial Spirit Avatars frantically refined.
"Break!"
When the cultivation rose to the pinnacle of Four-Star Divine General, Feng Wuchen’s heart pounded fiercely, forcing a breakthrough.
"Boom!"
With a sudden explosion within his body, Feng Wuchen forcibly broke through successfully.
A rush of more powerful Divine Elent power surged into the Qi Sea; this was the power of Five-Star Divine General.
"Successful!" Feng Wuchen’s heart was overjoyed, and he called out, "Miss Yang, the ti is now, quickly refine the Soul Bone!"
Yang ier imdiately exerted all her Divine Elent power to begin refining the weakened Soul Bone, as Feng Wuchen instructed.
Yang ier had suffered enough from the agonies caused by the Soul Bone.
Given a rare chance to survive, she had to refine the Soul Bone and master its power.
"Whew!"
Feng Wuchen let out a long breath, looking exceedingly pale and wiping his sweat, he said, "Miss Yang, the rest is up to you. Once the Soul Bone is refined, it will not act up again."
"Thank you, Lord Feng, for saving my life; i’er will rember it forever," Yang ier gratefully thanked him.
"You’ve saved twice, and I also devoured your Soul Bone’s power for cultivation; we’re even now," Feng Wuchen smiled calmly.
"These are two separate matters," Yang ier replied.
"Alright, focus on refining the Soul Bone," Feng Wuchen no longer disturbed Yang ier and left the room afterwards.
"Lord Feng, how did it go?" Yang Buhuo asked eagerly.
"The Soul Bone is now very weak; its power has been devoured by , and Miss Yang is currently refining the Soul Bone," Feng Wuchen smiled faintly, without explaining what refining the Soul Bone ant.
"Refining the Soul Bone?" Yang Tianya and Yang Buhuo were stupefied, evidently unaware that the Soul Bone could be refined.
"Yang ier is fine now, and the Soul Bone won’t act up anymore. I’ll take my leave," Feng Wuchen said indifferently.
"Thank you, Lord Feng," Yang Buhuo cupped his fists and bowed in gratitude.
"No need to thank ; I broke through by devouring Yang ier’s Soul Bone power. I bid farewell," Feng Wuchen said lightly, turning to leave.
Having devoured a vast amount of Soul Bone power, Feng Wuchen was now full of it within him and needed to refine it quickly, lest he faced mortal danger at any mont.
Watching Feng Wuchen’s departing back, Yang Gou and the Third Elder exchanged a glance, seeing viciousness and murderous intent in each other’s eyes.
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