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As long as there are monthly tickets, the fighting will never cease! … If she could hold back at a time like this, she wouldn't be Mo Fenghuang, a disciple of the Mohist school.

She shot an apologetic glance toward where Feng Zikang was standing, but Feng Zikang had already slipped behind the massive silhouette of a towering demon. This was precisely what Feng Zikang had anticipated.

Given Mo Fenghuang’s temperament, infiltrating the demon lair—even without the incident involving the consumption of raw human brains—was bound to lead to something that would cross her moral line. Feng Zikang felt no surprise; he had already warned Mo Fenghuang.

If she insisted on courting death, it was naturally none of his concern. “Hey!

Which one are you? Stop fooling around while drunk, and scram!” The Eldest Disciple and the Pig Demon mistook Mo Fenghuang for some minor demon who had drunk too much.

Seeing her exquisite beauty, they felt a pang of protective pity and calmed their tempers, laughing loudly as they cursed at her. Mo Fenghuang’s sunlight gaze swept over the assembly.

Her expression was resolute; she had made up her mind and would not take a single step back. “Hey, I’m talking to you!

Get out of here, or I’ll skin you alive!” The Eldest Disciple grew impatient, took a step forward, and roared menacingly. Mo Fenghuang sneered, her expression unchanged.

With a flick of her wrists, over a dozen small black orbs rained down upon him. “Ouch!” The Eldest Disciple had already suffered from these things earlier and knew that these seemingly insignificant pellets were actually quite formidable.

His heart instantly tightened. He sidestepped to dodge, but the attack came like a deluge—how could he possibly evade it all?

“Boom! Boom-boom!” With several successive hits and explosions, the Eldest Disciple caught fire and rolled on the ground in utter disarray.

“Thunder Pellets?” The White Bone Divine Lord suddenly shot to his feet. He hadn't seen the first black orb clearly, but facing this barrage, he immediately recognized them.

“Which junior from the Mohist school dares trespass into my Xuanyuan Cave? Has your master failed to teach you proper conduct!” Mo Fenghuang wiped her face.

Since her identity had been exposed, she cast aside all restraint. With a beckoning gesture, she summoned her Mechanical Man.

“Old Demon White Bone, do you still remember Mo Fenghuang?” Feng Zikang merely sighed from the side. With enemies surrounding her, Mo Fenghuang still had the presence of mind to declare her name openly.

If her strength were overwhelming, capable of suppressing everyone present, that would be one thing. But she couldn't even match the White Bone Divine Lord one-on-one.

This action could only be described as foolishness. Even if she died this way, whom could she truly save?

However, the people of the Mohist school were often single-minded. Even that inexplicable Mo Bai clung to a strange set of principles that ordinary people found hard to fathom.

The White Bone Divine Lord cackled grimly, “So it’s Miss Mo. You managed to escape last time by luck; how dare you return?

Do you truly think I wouldn’t dare kill you?” To be honest, given the cautious and circumspect nature of the White Bone Divine Lord, he was indeed hesitant to casually kill this Mohist disciple, especially since her return suggested she might have brought some senior expert for support. While threatening with a sinister grin, the White Bone Divine Lord scanned the area, checking for any unusual figures.

Feng Zikang was shielded by a Glamour spell; his aura and form were indistinguishable from the minor demons beside him. The White Bone Divine Lord completed his inspection, finding nothing out of the ordinary, and his mind settled.

“Miss Mo, you should leave quickly. I won’t pursue this disturbance to my banquet, little—” He ultimately desired to placate the situation, adopting a humble stance.

However, his disciples were not to be trifled with, especially after learning that they had the Ancestor Netherworld Incarnate behind them, which made them even more arrogant. The Eldest Disciple had suffered a loss; how could the others stand by idly?

“Master, we cannot let her go! Let this disciple capture her to avoid ruining your drinking pleasure!” The Red-Faced Pig Demon, who was closest to the Eldest Disciple, flew into a rage.

He spat out a sabre from his mouth and swung it with formidable force toward Mo Fenghuang’s head. Mo Fenghuang remained calm, using her Mechanical Man to block his assault while secretly launching another Thunder Pellet, which exploded across his face.

The White Bone Divine Lord roared in fury. This Mo Fenghuang had disrupted his banquet and injured two of his disciples.

If he didn’t mete out some punishment now, he feared he would lose control of the others. He clapped his hands, and a dark, massive hand shot out from behind him, seizing Mo Fenghuang around the waist.

The Mechanical Man tried to intervene but was merely brushed aside by the giant hand’s little finger, sent crashing against the wall, unable to move. “How powerful…” Feng Zikang clicked his tongue in admiration.

This divine ability was executed effortlessly, hinting at the immense effort the White Bone Divine Lord had invested in mastering it. Mo Fenghuang possessed no power to resist and was captured instantly.

The disciples below burst into a chorus of flattery. The White Bone Divine Lord frowned, showing no pleasure.

He merely affixed a talisman to Mo Fenghuang’s forehead and ordered her to be escorted to the Water Prison. The Eldest Disciple and the Pig Demon cleaned themselves up, showing shame, and reluctantly tried to resume the feast involving raw human brains.

The White Bone Divine Lord, however, had lost his appetite. He ordered the captured women to be taken away and locked up to be eaten another day.

Feng Zikang quietly followed the minor demons escorting Mo Fenghuang. He noticed the two guards seemed keen to resume drinking and feasting, looking rather displeased.

Suddenly, his eyes brightened as he spotted the Hu Li Hu Tu brothers squabbling over a jar of wine nearby. “Hu Li!

Hu Tu!” These two minor demons seemed to hold a slightly higher status than the Hu Li Hu Tu brothers. Their sharp reprimand made the two brothers shiver, causing them to drop and shatter the wine jar.

They approached with ashen faces. “Eldest Brothers, may we ask if you have any commands?” The two guards shoved the talisman-adhered Mo Fenghuang—who appeared stiff as a wooden puppet—into the hands of the Hu Li Hu Tu brothers.

“There! The Divine Lord has commanded that you take her to the Water Prison immediately.

Do not fail!” “Huh?” The Hu Li Hu Tu brothers exclaimed in unison, their faces etched with misery, “Why us again?” “Less nonsense! If we tell you to go, you go!

Do you want a beating?” “No, no, never!” Hu Tu knew these demons possessed no humanity; a beating from them would leave one bedridden for months, forfeiting all potential benefits. Since the trip to the Water Prison was quick, it wouldn’t significantly delay their drinking and feasting.

He reluctantly agreed, pulling his younger brother along to escort the prisoner. They were so preoccupied with eating meat that they paid no attention to the brawl that had erupted earlier.

The sounds of the Thunder Pellets exploding were mistaken for New Year’s firecrackers. Consequently, they had no idea why Mo Fenghuang was captured or why she was being sent to the Water Prison.

“Brother Hu Tu, this person looks so familiar…” “Yes, I feel like I’ve seen her somewhere before?” “There’s a yellow paper slip stuck on her face. Should we tear it off and look?” Hu Li fiddled with the talisman on Mo Fenghuang’s forehead, his curiosity burning; he desperately wanted to tear it off to see who she was.

“No, no!” Hu Tu, having slightly more worldly experience, stopped his rash action. “You know nothing!

This is a divine charm used by the Divine Lord to restrain prisoners. If you tear it off and the prisoner escapes, can you bear the responsibility?” Hu Tu glanced over Mo Fenghuang’s figure, frowned, and mused, “I guess she might be one of our fellow disciples, perhaps misbehaving while drinking, causing the Divine Lord’s wrath and ordering her locked up for a few days.” “How pitiful…” Hu Li sighed, “She should have learned from us and hidden in the back.

Even if we don't get the best food, at least we won't be this unlucky!” He felt boundless sympathy for this fellow disciple. Feng Zikang trailed behind them, amused by the brothers’ chatter.

He watched as they muttered to each other, passed through a corridor, turned at two more hallways, and arrived at a side hall. After exchanging greetings with an old demon dozing at the door and obtaining the key, they opened the door and entered.

Feng Zikang stayed close, slipping in unnoticed while the old demon was still groggy from sleep. Inside was a prison block.

The front cells were filled with mortal women. From the brothers’ conversation, Feng Zikang gathered that the demons had determined that women’s flesh was more tender and palatable than men’s, so they only captured women for food.

Further back was a hidden door, beyond which a staircase descended, accompanied by the sound of dripping water. This must be the Water Prison the White Bone Divine Lord mentioned.

Indeed, several cells had black water submerging them halfway. Once a person was placed inside, the water level stopped at the waist.

Feng Zikang let out an 'oh,' then cautiously tested the water with a finger. This black water, refined by some evil art, could actually suppress the internal energy of a cultivator.

This prison was clearly designed for restraining practitioners. However, all four water cells were empty.

This made sense; the demons had nothing better to do than imprison cultivators unnecessarily. Those they could kill, they would have already dispatched swiftly to avoid trouble.

But this Mo Fenghuang was problematic; as the beloved daughter of the Mohist Leader, her status was significant. The White Bone Divine Lord was likely troubled over how to deal with her, hence the temporary detention in the Water Prison.

Feng Zikang watched as the Hu Li Hu Tu brothers used the key to unlock a cell door, preparing to throw Mo Fenghuang inside. Suddenly, he darted out like lightning, easily dispatching both brothers.

He ripped the talisman from Mo Fenghuang’s forehead and slapped it onto Hu Li’s head instead. Hu Li screamed and instantly fainted.

Hu Tu was terrified, his soul nearly scattering. “You—who are you?

Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!” Feng Zikang laughed heartily, “Brother Hu Tu, we just parted ways not long ago; how can you not recognize me?” Hu Tu squinted, recognized the figure, and stammered, “You—aren't you Luo Li from Right Nine Peaks?

How did you get here?” He glanced over at the unconscious Mo Fenghuang on the ground, recognizing her as the talkative younger brother Luo Suo that the person before him mentioned. “You… you are spies!” Brother Hu Tu, despite his name, wasn’t entirely muddled; he finally grasped the situation.

“That’s right, we are spies. But it was your carelessness, Brother Hu Tu, that allowed us two spies to get in.

Tell me,” Feng Zikang leaned in with a wicked smile, whispering into his ear, “what do you think would happen if we told the Divine Lord about this?” “Ah!” Hu Tu shuddered, recalling the Divine Lord’s cruel punishments. “Don’t—don’t tell the Divine Lord?

And don’t kill me! I am very close to the Divine Lord.

Ask me anything you want; I promise I won’t hide anything. Just spare my brother and me!” Though he and his brother constantly argued and snatched at things, in the face of death, he still cared for his sibling, showing a measure of fraternal loyalty.

“Oh?” This was an unexpected gain. Judging by Brother Hu Tu’s words, his claim of being close to the White Bone Divine Lord might not be entirely false.

However, the nature of that closeness… Feng Zikang assessed Brother Hu Tu’s appearance and instantly understood what kind of defiled relationship it implied. Still, demons have their own ways, and perhaps there was no need for harsh judgment.

Feng Zikang was in no hurry, smiling as he asked, “Since you are close to the White Bone Divine Lord, do you know what divine abilities or magical treasures he possesses?” “This…” Hu Tu knew this was the Divine Lord’s most crucial secret and hesitated, unsure if he should speak. Suddenly, he saw Feng Zikang casually walk over to his younger brother, twist his neck, and apply just enough pressure to snap it.

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk!” Hu Tu’s love for his younger brother prompted him to spill everything.

After joining the sect, due to his handsome appearance, he had indeed attended to the White Bone Divine Lord’s daily needs for two or three months. Later, the Divine Lord grew tired of him after discovering his dull mind and took a new favorite before casting him aside.

However, during intimate moments, the Divine Lord often boasted, so Hu Tu was naturally well-informed about the White Bone Divine Lord’s divine abilities and treasures. The White Bone Divine Lord’s cultivation technique, the Nine Nether Ten Hells Soul-Searching Great Art, was inherited from the Netherworld Incarnate of Pluto Island in the Outer Sea’s Unreturning Ocean—information Feng Zikang had already learned from Mo Bai.

This technique required refining the souls of living people into a miasma of resentment that gathered within the body. Over time, it damaged the body, and unless one possessed a unique constitution, reaching higher levels was difficult.

Fortunately, the true form of the White Bone Divine Lord was a massive beast skull, capable of accumulating resentment without harm. As long as he continuously absorbed living souls, his power would increase perpetually.

Over a thousand years, he had absorbed countless souls to finally lay his foundation. This soul-resentment could harm both the body and enemies.

Once wielded skillfully, it was fiercely potent. Most people, when struck by the resentment within him, would become disoriented and unable to stand, let alone resist.

In terms of divine abilities, apart from the Nine Nether Ten Hells Soul-Searching Great Art that relied on resentment, the black hand that captured Mo Fenghuang was called the Foul Qi Great Grasping Technique. Mo Ling had used this same move against Mo Li previously, but its might was far inferior to that of the White Bone Divine Lord, and Mo Li had easily broken it with his Mechanical Man.

His other abilities were nothing special, but the White Bone Divine Lord possessed one extremely potent treasure. “This item is called the Bright Eye Pearl.

It is said to be refined from one of the Divine Lord’s own eyeballs, incredibly powerful. It can emit a light spanning a hundred zhang, making it impossible to approach.

Even from a distance, people tremble uncontrollably and dare not resist. If one steps into that light, it feels like countless weapons are slicing the body, and within a short time, one is sliced into mince and reduced to pus and blood.” Feng Zikang was startled.

He hadn't expected the White Bone Divine Lord to possess such a formidable treasure. It was fortunate he learned this from Hu Tu first; otherwise, if the Divine Lord produced such an item during a fight, he might have suffered a loss through carelessness.

The other items were irrelevant. Feng Zikang nodded.

“You’ve spoken very well. Seeing that you are clever and honest, I shall spare your life for now…” “Thank you, Brother Luo Li!

Thank you, Brother Luo Li!” Hu Tu was overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly. “However,” Feng Zikang paused, seeing Hu Tu tremble in fear, and then laughed, “You don't need to worry.

Since I said I’d spare you, I won't lie. It’s just that I fear you might reveal my location and ruin my grand plan.” “I absolutely dare not say!

I absolutely dare not say!” Hu Tu quickly kowtowed, afraid the other party might silence him. “That can be managed.

You just need to swallow one of my pills, and then I’ll believe you!” Feng Zikang pulled a bottle of pills from his robe, poured out two black pills, and handed them over. “You eat one, and feed the other to your brother.” Hu Tu dared not resist.

He swallowed his own and then shakily forced the other into his brother’s mouth. “As long as you keep quiet, I will provide the antidote.

For now, stay here in the Water Prison and look after my verbose younger brother.” “Yes! Yes!” Mo Fenghuang was still unconscious.

Feng Zikang had no intention of taking her out immediately; it would cause too much trouble. He decided to let the Hu Tu brothers look after her in the Water Prison, ensuring her safety.

He would return for her after the matters in the Xuanyuan Cave were concluded. As for Feng Zikang, he naturally intended to steal that Bright Eye Pearl first!

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