After Lin Dong finished speaking, Ye Feng still seemed lost in thought.
"Master, is it not possible?" Lin Dong asked cautiously.
"Of course it is," Ye Feng replied calmly.
With a flick of his wrist, Ye Feng summoned the Heavenly Flame— Emperor Flame. A blaze of unnatural intensity swirled in his palm, radiating terrifying heat.
"Come out!" he called coldly.
The moment his voice rang out, the Sky Demon Marten hiding within the talisman felt its soul tremble. Its expression twisted in sheer panic.
"Boss, spare me!"
"If you won't come out," Ye Feng's tone chilled, "then I'll drag you out."
His soul energy surged, condensing into a blade of pure spiritual power. With a casual wave—
Whoosh!
The soul blade sliced through space itself, severing the Marten's connection to the stone talisman. The rupture tore open a void, revealing the demon's hiding place.
"No! Boss, please! Spare my life!"
The Sky Demon Marten screamed, begging incessantly. But Ye Feng's face remained indifferent.
His soul power could cut through dimensions with ease—such a feat was comparable to the Ancestor. In front of such might, the Sky Demon Marten didn't dare harbor resistance.
"Accept your fate," Ye Feng declared.
With a roar, the Emperor Flame expanded, surging like a living creature. It enveloped the demon entirely.
"Aaaah!" came the Marten's tortured cry, echoing off the cave walls like a ghost wailing in the dark.
The fire burned away its illusions, forcing its true form into the open.
"Please! Boss! Have mercy!"
The cries grew weaker, more pitiful.
Ye Feng merely glanced at Lin Dong. There was a flicker of emotion in the disciple's eyes—pity, perhaps—but it vanished swiftly, replaced by unwavering resolve. His gaze mirrored his master's—cold and resolute.
"Master Ye…" Lin Qingtan couldn't bear to watch. Though her fate had changed from the original storyline, she still carried the innocence of a young girl. Gently, she tugged at the hem of Ye Feng's robe.
"Young Master Ye, maybe… could you let it go?"
Before Ye Feng could respond, Lin Dong spoke up.
"No," he said firmly. "Those who are not of our kind will always harbor different intentions."
"But it's so pitiful…"
"Qingtan, remember what your father said—kindness is for your loved ones and your people. Beyond that, it only brings disaster."
Within a minute, the Sky Demon Marten was reduced to ashes. In the swirling fire, a glowing white bead floated upward—its soul crystal.
"Come." Ye Feng withdrew the Emperor Flame with a thought, and the soul crystal floated gently into his palm.
"Master, is this... its soul crystal?" Lin Dong asked excitedly. The surrounding air shimmered with spiritual energy. He could already feel its potency—it would be enough to elevate his soul many times.
Ye Feng nodded. "Refine it. Then you'll be ready to refine a fifth-grade elixir."
"Thank you, Master!"
Lin Dong bowed with deep respect, took the crystal, and sat cross-legged. He entered cultivation immediately.
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Ding!
You have refined the Heavenly Demon Marten's soul and granted it to Lin Dong. The original plot has been altered. Reward: 16,666 distributable attribute points.
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Two hours later, Lin Dong opened his eyes. His soul power surged like a rising tide. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned the Bone Chilling Flame, then began refining herbs.
Thanks to his new soul realm, his speed and precision had significantly improved. Before long, a pill was formed—his first successful concoction.
"Master, how's the pill?" Lin Dong held it out proudly. It was round, glowing faintly, with crystal-like clarity and vibrant energy.
Ye Feng examined it and replied flatly, "Don't get cocky."
"So… I passed?" Lin Dong grinned.
Ye Feng gave a subtle nod, then reached out and gently wrapped his arm around Lin Qingtan's waist.
"Ah—!" Lin Qingtan stiffened in surprise, her eyes darting to Lin Dong, who simply blinked.
"I'll take you somewhere," Ye Feng said softly.
"O-okay…" she replied, cheeks flushing red.
Buzz!
A ripple in space shimmered briefly, and the two disappeared.
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Left alone in the cave, Lin Dong blinked.
"Master… likes Qingtan?"
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Qingtan seems to like Master too… Should I start calling her 'Master's wife' now?"
He shook his head. "Forget it. We'll just stick to names for now. But when Master and Qingtan get married, I wonder what dowry he'll give my Lin family…"
Knowing Ye Feng, it definitely wouldn't be mundane trinkets like gold or silver. No—his gift would be as grand as his pride.
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Meanwhile, at the edge of a cliff overlooking rolling mountains, Ye Feng and Lin Qingtan stood side by side.
"You've been quiet. What's on your mind?" Ye Feng asked, noticing the furrow in her brow.
"Young Master Ye… the triennial hunting event in Qingyang Town is about to begin."
"Hunting?" Ye Feng raised an eyebrow.
He vaguely remembered that Lin Dong met his sworn brother, Lin Yan, during such an event in the original timeline.
"Yes," Qingtan explained. "It's the liveliest time in Qingyang Town. Even outsiders come to watch. Our town is split between four main forces: the Lei Family, the Xie Family, the Crazy Blade Martial School, and the Lin Family."
She continued, "The Lei and Xie families are old blood—founding clans of Qingyang Town. The Mad Blade School was founded only a dozen years ago but has quickly risen to challenge the old powers."
"Once a caravan hires guards from them, even the notorious Xunchao Bandits stay away."
"Beneath these three giants is our Lin family."
"The hunting event is co-hosted by the three major forces. It's both a trial and a hidden competition for the younger generation. Whoever shines in the hunt brings glory to their family."
"All families treat this event seriously. They send only their most promising youths."
Qingtan hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Ye Feng.
"According to the rules… you're also eligible."
"You want me to participate?" Ye Feng smirked.
"Would you?" she asked.
He chuckled. "No. Such childish games bore me."
He paused. "But… I'll come watch."
After all, since he was already in Wudong Qiankun, he might as well enjoy the show.
More importantly, a new idea had taken root in Ye Feng's mind.
The Wudong Qiankun plane lay between the Doupo and Douluo planes. What if he could link them? Three worlds, connected by a wormhole—forming a grand tri-realm domain.
One where he could roam freely.
Doupo. Douluo. Wudong.
A trifecta of playgrounds for a cultivator like Ye Feng.
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