Chapter 32

Her skin was fairer than snow, her beauty unparalleled, her appearance so exquisite that one could not bear to look directly at her!

She was so beautiful, her beauty unmatched by any in the world, her allure surpassing all others.

Yang Qifeng had never seen such beauty before. His face showed a look of astonishment, and his heart pounded with excitement. This was not love, nor was it passion, but a pursuit of beauty.

His eyes narrowed. The woman gently caressed her abdomen, her beautiful eyes looking at Yang Qifeng, and she smiled, her face softening with tenderness. She said warmly, "My child, your fate is truly fortunate. Before you were born, the heavens bestowed you with a rare treasure."

These words completely snapped Yang Qifeng out of his trance. He realized that this was a married woman.

Instantly, her allure diminished greatly for Yang Qifeng. In his previous life, he lived in a world of morals, and in this life, he had been in the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace, not yet greatly affected by the world. To covet another's wife was shameful, and he had completely forgotten whether she was someone he could seduce.

"Immortal Lady," Yang Qifeng was about to yield, but the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace was already in her hands. The disparity in strength was too great, and he no longer harbored any hope of obtaining it. All he wanted was to survive.

"My child, not only did you come into the world with a rare treasure, but you also gained the Six Ding Divine Fire as your innate divine ability. With such talent, you will surely surpass your father."

Yang Qifeng was completely ignored. The woman glanced at him, then lowered her head to caress her abdomen, speaking softly.

This was not good. Upon hearing these words, Yang Qifeng felt a sense of foreboding.

The Six Ding Divine Fire in the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace had been poured in from the Primordial Eight Trigram Furnace. It had been mostly spent in refining divine weapons and alchemy, and the little that remained had been consumed by the monkey. Now, apart from what was in Yang Qifeng's body, there was none left anywhere else.

The woman's next actions confirmed Yang Qifeng's bad feeling.

She lifted her head, her beautiful eyes cold and eerie, a stark contrast to her previous gentleness. Her delicate hand raised, and she formed a seal, a blue light shooting from her hand into Yang Qifeng's body.

Piercing pain spread through Yang Qifeng's body.

The Six Ding Divine Fire had long been integrated with Yang Qifeng's soul, becoming one with him. Now, as the woman forcibly extracted it, it was a catastrophic experience for Yang Qifeng. Pain coursed through every part of his body.

The first time he cultivated the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang, Yang Qifeng thought that was his most painful moment. But now, he realized he was wrong. This was the true agony.

"Yao Shen?"

"Yao Shen?"

"Yao Shen?" Yang Qifeng called out repeatedly with his mind, trying to communicate with the ring.

In such a dire situation, Yang Qifeng had no other choice but to rely on the Qianlan Yao Shen.

There was no response. The Qianlan Yao Shen, who usually answered every call, was now silent, as if he no longer existed.

A crimson flame appeared, radiating intense heat that could burn everything. The surrounding flames, like encountering a king, dared not challenge and all stopped moving.

The scene was incredibly bizarre. The flames were still, like a calm sea.

The woman smiled brightly, her beauty captivating.

But in Yang Qifeng's eyes, it was like the smile of a demon.

Suddenly, a surge of killing intent and uncontrollable hatred and anger boiled within him, his eyes blazing with flames.

His primordial energy was severely damaged, his foundation completely destroyed. This was Yang Qifeng's current state.

The extraction of the Six Ding Divine Fire was like uprooting his very core. His cultivation was already tied to the Six Ding Divine Fire. Yang Qifeng's path to becoming a Primordial Spirit of the Golden Crow depended on this fortuitous integration of the Six Ding Divine Fire. Without it, his achievements would be limited, and he would never reach the Immortal Dao.

The enmity of having his path severed was even greater than the enmity of a father being killed.

This was an irreconcilable hatred!

Intense hatred and killing intent surged in Yang Qifeng's chest!

At this moment, Yang Qifeng wanted to tear her apart with his bare hands, but his body, which he wanted to move, was paralyzed.

For the first time, Yang Qifeng yearned for power so desperately.

No power!!!!

Facing the enemy who had harmed him, he had no power to take revenge.

This frustration was almost enough to make Yang Qifeng die of suffocation.

The woman gently fanned a paper fan in her hand, a gust of wind turning into a wind blade that cut the crimson flame in half, each half becoming a different flame, one golden and one yellow.

With a wave of her hand, the golden flame flew to a delicate porcelain bottle, which emitted a glow and absorbed the golden flame.

The yellow flame then re-entered Yang Qifeng's body.

Yang Qifeng, whose foundation had been destroyed, now received a slight compensation. The yellow flame helped to restore his foundation.

The woman's eyes were now cold as she looked at Yang Qifeng. Her red lips parted, and she spoke coldly, "Your life is strong. You did not die from the extraction of the Six Ding Divine Fire, which is good."

"The Six Ding Divine Fire within you, with such talent, you will surely have a place in the world. Now that I have extracted half of it, I imagine you must deeply hate me. But that doesn't matter. Without the other half, your limit will be the Yuan Shen. You and I are on different levels of life. You are a mortal, and I am an immortal."

"Hating me is just a joke, a mortal hating an immortal."

"I will give you a choice. Bow down and become a mount for my child, and cooperate with me to extract the other half of the flame."

"If I am pleased, it is not impossible that I might help you become an immortal, to wander freely in the heavens and earth."

A joke. Although Yang Qifeng was somewhat pragmatic and didn't care much about his reputation, he still had his limits. His initial choice to condense a demon core instead of a golden core was to avoid becoming a slave or a mount for others. This was worse than being killed outright.

"Being able to join the Green Cloud Mountain Banana Cave is your honor."

"What? You refuse?" The woman, hearing no response from Yang Qifeng, spoke coldly, her eyes gleaming with a cold light.

"Like hell I will!"

"Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace, explode!" Yang Qifeng's eyes turned red, and he finally heard the words of the Qianlan Yao Shen. With his guidance, he immediately communicated with the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace.

Boom! The already damaged Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace exploded, instantly releasing boundless flames.

Shrapnel flew everywhere, and the restrictions on Yang Qifeng's body vanished. In his Fire Crow form, he grabbed a piece of shrapnel about a third of the size and turned it into a rainbow, fleeing.

The woman, under the explosion of the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace, retreated repeatedly. Just as she was about to take action against the red light, a deep blue light flashed, and her raised hand dropped. Her eyes, cold and eerie, stared at the red light, and a mouthful of blood spewed from her lips, which she wiped with a white handkerchief.