Lu Fengping, after her physical body was destroyed by Li Yundong and her Yin Spirit fled, wept and cursed Li Yundong all the way back to Zheng Yuan, the sect master of the Wuhua Mountain Yin-Yang School.
When Zheng Yuan heard that his adopted son, Wu Hao, had been utterly annihilated by a mere boy, and that his beloved disciple, Lu Fengping, had her physical body ruined, he knew this was an irreconcilable, mortal feud!
Zheng Yuan was instantly enraged and prepared to descend the mountain for revenge. However, finding a man named Li Yundong in this world was no easy task; how many people shared the same name? By the time he tracked this Li Yundong down to Tiannan City, he was astonished to find someone engaged in a magical duel there!
Following the surge of spiritual power, he unexpectedly discovered Ding Nan—a perfect vessel. More importantly, this girl was not only an untouched, primordial Yin vessel, but she was also utterly distraught, her mental energy extremely weak, making her perfectly suited for Lu Fengping’s body-snatching rebirth.
Lu Fengping had spent these days simultaneously hunting her great enemy, Li Yundong, and searching for a superior vessel. In life, she had been a bewitching beauty and naturally refused to settle for anything less; she searched and searched, but nothing was satisfactory—either the appearance was lacking, or the physical body’s innate talent wasn't good enough.
Discovering the superb vessel that was Ding Nan tonight, she was so excited that she momentarily forgot her burning desire for revenge and immediately plunged into Ding Nan’s body, intending to devour her soul and seize control of the flesh.
The instant Lu Fengping burrowed into her body, Ding Nan jolted violently, and visions of the incredible things she had witnessed on Li Yundong flashed through her mind.
Why could that boy catch me from the fifth floor? Why could that boy dodge bullets?
In that moment, Ding Nan seemed to understand everything instantly!
“So, Li Yundong, like those other two, isn't an ordinary person?” Ding Nan’s divine consciousness and soul floated listlessly in her own Minor Thousand World.
But Lu Fengping clung to her like a creeping vine, wrapping tighter and tighter, countless tendrils piercing into her body, infiltrating every space.
Lu Fengping laughed, both triumphant and excited: “That’s right, don’t struggle. Be good and obedient, it won’t hurt. Just think of it as taking a long nap.”
Ding Nan was startled. Her consciousness and soul watched Lu Fengping coil ever tighter within the Minor Thousand World, and suddenly she flared in anger: “Who are you? What are you trying to do?”
Lu Fengping giggled: “Such a forgetful darling. Didn’t I just tell you my name? How could you forget so quickly? But it doesn’t matter; soon you won’t know anything anyway. This beautiful body will be mine, and your soul will belong to me too…”
Ding Nan felt a shock in her heart: She wants my life?
Thinking this, resentment and hatred began to brew within Ding Nan: Before, Zhou Qin bullied me, and even Li Yundong sided with her. Now you want to bully me too?
Not so easily done!
Ding Nan concentrated all her accumulated resentment onto Lu Fengping. With a fierce roar, she grappled and fought Lu Fengping within her own Minor Thousand World.
Seizing the body of a living person is never easy, especially when that person is fighting back vigorously—it becomes incredibly difficult.
Either the usurper must possess an overwhelmingly powerful Yin Spirit, far surpassing the host’s, allowing them to instantly erase the host's consciousness and soul upon entry into the Minor Thousand World; otherwise, even after invading the body, they risk being annihilated in return.
Alternatively, the living person must be controlled by drugs, weakening their consciousness and soul to the brink of death before the physical body can be seized.
Lu Fengping, seeing Ding Nan so listless and distracted initially, assumed the girl’s soul and will must be weak and easily manipulated. Thus, she entered Ding Nan’s body without any preparation.
But she severely underestimated Ding Nan. An ordinary girl at this point would surely have been reduced to weeping and begging for mercy, but Ding Nan was no ordinary girl; she dared to take the initiative against Zhou Qin just to achieve her goals!
Seeing Ding Nan suddenly resist so fiercely, Lu Fengping was startled and threatened with a sneer: “Do you think you can be stronger than me? Why resist? Resistance will only increase your pain. It’s futile, stop fighting!”
Ding Nan grit her teeth and declared: “Even if I am not your match, you won't have it easy! I’d rather die with you!”
Lu Fengping’s rage erupted. With a loud roar, she wrestled and tangled with Ding Nan inside the Minor Thousand World.
However, this Minor Thousand World was inherently Ding Nan’s domain. Although Lu Fengping possessed a powerful consciousness and was a cultivator, her Yin Spirit had weakened significantly after days without a physical anchor. Moreover, as an invading force within Ding Nan’s body, she was inherently disadvantaged against the host. Coupled with Ding Nan’s tenacious resistance, Lu Fengping could not achieve a quick victory and was dragged into a war of attrition, causing her Yin Spirit’s power to continuously wane.
Ding Nan, relying on the advantage of her home turf, grew bolder and stronger the longer the fight went on. Gradually, she even began to absorb Lu Fengping’s Yin Spirit power for herself. The surrounding dark, chaotic Minor Thousand World began to brighten, and glaring shafts of sunlight seemed to pierce down from above.
Lu Fengping’s Yin Spirit weakened further as they fought, eventually reduced to a thin, shadowy residue. She looked at the growing power of Ding Nan with terror and despair, screaming, “How is this possible? How can your consciousness be so strong? This is impossible!”
Ding Nan fought with furious abandon; this was the first time in her life she had won such a satisfying, thorough victory!
Ding Nan laughed heartily, reached out a hand, and seized Lu Fengping’s neck, sneering: “You wanted my life, so I’ll take yours! Anyone who stands against me must pay the price!”
And with that, she squeezed hard!
Alas for Lu Fengping, her scheme to steal a chicken ended with her losing the rice: trying to swallow Ding Nan’s soul and take her body, she never expected to be devoured by Ding Nan in return!
With a piercing shriek, Lu Fengping’s Yin Spirit instantly exploded, scattering into countless azure wisps that drifted briefly throughout the Minor Thousand World before slowly beginning to surge automatically toward Ding Nan.
As these blue filaments merged with Ding Nan’s soul, she glimpsed Lu Fengping’s memories piece by piece. Suddenly, she saw a world she had never encountered before opening a door to her.
The door was dark, mysterious, and majestic—it filled her with an excitement that bordered on mania!
Although Zheng Yuan was the master of the Yin-Yang School, soul-devouring possession was notoriously unpredictable; even the gods couldn't know exactly what had transpired within Ding Nan’s body. Moreover, he held an exceedingly strong confidence in his beloved disciple.
Ping’er couldn't possibly be defeated by the soul of this distraught girl? What a joke! Impossible!
Zheng Yuan stared intently at Ding Nan’s physical body. He watched her face shift from initial shock and fear to anger and struggle, and finally to smug elation. Believing Lu Fengping had gained complete control of the body, he smugly stroked his white beard and chuckled, “How does it feel, Ping’er?”
Ding Nan slowly opened her eyes, took a long, deep look at the powerful cultivator before her, forcefully suppressing the urge to strike and kill the old man. She scrutinized Zheng Yuan for a long time, her expression flickering with uncertainty.
Seeing her like this, Zheng Yuan suspected nothing, only asking with slight curiosity, “What is it? Perhaps the new vessel is a bit difficult to adjust to?”
Ding Nan suddenly smiled, a strange, eerie smile. She giggled meaningfully and said, “No, I’m doing wonderfully, better than ever! Master…”
Zheng Yuan chuckled, reaching out to take Ding Nan’s wrist: “You just occupied a new vessel. Cultivating anew is more important right now. Revenge can wait; the monk can run, but the temple can’t. Shall we head back first?”
The moment Zheng Yuan touched her wrist, Ding Nan felt a shiver run down her spine, but she remained outwardly composed, merely casting a cold, swift glance at Zheng Yuan before smiling, “I will listen to Master in everything.”
Zheng Yuan tilted his head, stroking his beard as he looked at Ding Nan. He grinned broadly: “Heh, you’ve changed bodies. I feel something is strangely off!”
Ding Nan laughed: “You’ll get used to it slowly, Master.”
Zheng Yuan laughed heartily and waved his hand: “Then let’s return to the mountain!” With that, he brought Ding Nan with him, transforming into a streak of green light that vanished instantly from the spot.
After seeing Zhou Qin back to the hospital, Li Yundong returned home himself.
The moment he entered the door, he found the house pitch black, the spacious living room cold and silent. This left Li Yundong feeling slightly unsettled.
He had grown accustomed to having someone at home—to the warm lights upon entering, the hot meal waiting, the freshly brewed hot tea—or rather, he had slowly become accustomed to Zi Yuan’s presence in his life.
Not seeing Zi Yuan when he walked in, Li Yundong muttered to himself, “Where has this fairy sister gone? Why is there no sign of her today?”
Li Yundong searched the house but found no trace of Zi Yuan. He set down the Seven Treasures Spirit-Connecting Fan and walked to the balcony, glancing toward Zi Yuan’s quarters. He saw a faint light emanating from the room connected to the balcony.
Seeing that it was already late into the night, Li Yundong’s heart stirred, and he flew over.
Zi Yuan and Ruan Hongling often behaved like uninvited guests, arriving without so much as a greeting...