Supreme Dragon Seal

Qi Bei reached out and took the Witch Pill suspended in mid-air. He examined it carefully before storing it in his spatial ring.

“Little girl, you should be grateful to me,” Qi Bei whispered as he looked at the sleeping Feng Ruoyu.

Even in her sleep, Feng Ruoyu furrowed her brows and pursed her rosy little mouth, as if she were quarreling with someone.

As Qi Bei continued to gaze at her, a sudden surge of heat rose in his lower abdomen. It was the natural response of his restless yang energy to the extreme yin physique.

Only now did Qi Bei suddenly realize that Feng Ruoyu, who was once a little loli, had grown up and now held great attraction to him. Her skin was as fair as snow, seemingly delicate and fragile. Even without touching, one could imagine how smooth and tender her skin would feel.

His heated gaze followed Feng Ruoyu’s beautiful face downwards, landing on her slender swan-like neck. Further down, there were her exquisite and lovely collarbones, and beyond that…

Qi Bei’s breath hitched, and his gaze became deep and intense.

Feng Ruoyu was only wearing a loose sleeping robe on the outside. The front of the robe had long been open, revealing a large expanse of fair skin. Even the pale blue silk undergarment was exposed, and her two ample, snow-white peaks appeared quite spectacular, accentuated by her delicate and slightly turned body. The deep cleavage in the center seemed to draw one’s gaze completely.

“Ruoyu…” Qi Bei softly called out Feng Ruoyu’s name, his hand slowly caressing her beautiful face.

The extreme yang energy inside him surged even more, causing his breathing to become increasingly heavy. His lower body also became uncomfortably swollen.

Qi Bei’s hand followed her beautiful face, moving downward. His fingers lightly traced her collarbone, intending to venture further, but at that moment, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. He looked up and saw Feng Ruoyu’s eyes open, staring at him with icy, resentful eyes.

“If you dare to touch any further, I will use all my strength to make you live in eternal torment, caught between life and death,” Feng Ruoyu said each word with cold determination, her gaze as sharp as a knife. Despite her usually cheerful demeanor, in this situation, the power emanating from her was unexpectedly intimidating, enough to make one’s heart tremble.

Qi Bei smiled bitterly. Today was truly strange. He hadn’t noticed any fluctuations in Feng Ruoyu’s aura when she woke up. This shouldn’t have happened. It seemed that because he was on the verge of yang energy eruption, his eyes had been clouded by desire.

However, how should he explain himself now? No matter how he tried to explain, it would likely only make things worse. Unless he directly confessed his identity to Feng Ruoyu, considering her vague feelings towards him, she would probably just act coy and not get angry at all.

Now it seemed that this was indeed the best course of action, but as the words reached the tip of Qi Bei’s tongue, he swallowed them back. He disappeared from Feng Ruoyu’s tent in a flash.

After Qi Bei vanished, Feng Ruoyu’s intense aura suddenly relaxed, and tears of grievance welled up in her beautiful eyes.

“You pervert. Dirty scoundrel, I, Feng Ruoyu, will never let you go,” Feng Ruoyu said in a resentful tone. In her heart, there had always been a hazy figure, vaguely resembling Qi Bei whom she had encountered three years ago in the Nord Family. Naturally, in her mind, besides Qi Bei, there would never be another man who could see her body. But now, this pervert actually drugged her with an aphrodisiac and tried to defile her. If she hadn’t awakened in time, he would probably have…

The thought of her body being violated by such a despicable man made Feng Ruoyu wish for death.

Should she tell her sister and let her seek revenge?

Feng Ruoyu hesitated. Even in front of her own sister, she felt ashamed to speak about such matters. Besides, that scoundrel’s strength was far inferior to hers. It would be better to find an opportunity to kill him.

Immediately, she made up her mind. As long as the this guy remained in the exchange group, his fate was sealed.

The rain continued to pour. Qi Bei left Feng Ruoyu’s tent and directed his thoughts towards Dean Mo’s location.

“Huh, where did that old man go?” Qi Bei noticed that Dean Mo was not there and wondered in suspicion.

Just then, the Blade of Silence on his body suddenly trembled lightly, sensing a faint aura of death coming from a distance. Qi Bei’s figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

Soon, he appeared in a mountain ravine dozens of miles away.

The lonely figure of Dean Mo stood amidst the pouring rain. Within a radius of hundreds of meters centered around him, there were scattered limbs and bodies. The rainwater washed away the blood, forming streams that slowly flowed into the distance.

Dean Mo turned around and glanced at the direction where Qi Bei had concealed himself. His figure then vanished into thin air.

“You old man, if you found me, you found me. No need to show off,” Qi Bei shrugged and walked out.

The corpses in this mountain ravine still emitted a faint aura of death, indicating that they had been undead, possessed by necromantic forces. Thinking of possession, Qi Bei couldn’t help but think of Dean Mo. Wasn’t this guy also possessed?

In theory, Dean Mo belonged to the Dark Faction, so why did he slaughter his fellow members of the Dark Faction? Qi Bei thought of the desolate figure of Dean Mo and figured that he probably didn’t want to do it, so why?

Qi Bei shook his head and prepared to leave.

But just then, a beam of holy light descended and enveloped him.

Qi Bei didn’t dodge; he recognized it was the Exorcism Holy Light, which had no attacking power against non-members of the dark faction and instead provided assistance.

In the next second, eighteen figures appeared in front of Qi Bei. They were all beautiful women, dressed in fiery red feather-like garments, emanating a pure fire elemental aura.

Leading them was a girl who looked about nineteen years old and seemed somewhat familiar. She held a Holy Jade in her hand, from which the holy light emanated.

“Right, she looks very much like Feng Xian’er from the Phoenix Perching Palace, one of the five Holy Lands,” Qi Bei suddenly remembered. This girl bore a resemblance to Feng Xian’er in his soul, and she was stunningly beautiful.

However, he felt somewhat reluctant to get too close to this girl. Fire belongs to the yang attribute, and his extreme yang energy was already at a critical point. He didn’t want to be further stimulated.

“Who are you? What has happened here?” the leading girl from the Phoenix Perching Palace asked.

“And who are you all?” Qi Bei asked in return.

“Who are we, is that something you should be asking? Answer quickly. Judging by your sleazy appearance, you’re no good person,” one of the girls coldly snorted.

Qi Bei smirked and retorted, “I’m your father. It’s a shame that I didn’t shoot outside back then, and you were born. You’re clearly just a chicken, but you think you’re a phoenix just because you stuck a few phoenix feathers in yourself.”

“You…” The Phoenix Palace girl became furious and swung her hand. A fiery red light swiftly slapped Qi Bei’s mouth.

That attack was no joke, and any average mage would nearly lose all his teeth.

But at that moment, a purple light shot out from Qi Bei’s chest, and with a peck of its sharp beak, the fiery light dissipated into nothingness.

“Chirp, chirp…” Xiao Zi stood on Qi Bei’s shoulder and chirped at the girl, as if scolding her in the manner of a street quarrel. Her expression and gaze were no different from that of an aunty scolding on the street, making it hard for anyone to contain their laughter.

The other Phoenix Perching Palace girls couldn’t help but cover their mouths and giggle, but the girl in question had an extremely unpleasant expression. She reached out her hand, and with a clank, a flaming longsword appeared out of thin air.

“Wen Qian, behave yourself,” the leading girl said sternly.

“Young Miss, he…” Wen Qian, the girl being scolded, looked resentful. She had never suffered such a loss before. However, the leading girl kept staring at her with a stern face, glaring back at her disgruntled words.

“I am Feng Xiang’er, and we are disciples of the Phoenix Perching Palace. If we have offended you, please don’t mind,” Feng Xiang’er spoke.

“I do mind. How about you let that girl called Wen Qian serve as my maid for a month, then I won’t mind,” Qi Bei chuckled.

Qi Bei’s words displeased the other disciples of the Phoenix Perching Palace. The disciples of a Holy Land had their own pride, and even if they had conflicts among themselves, they wouldn’t tolerate outsiders humiliating them.