122: Chapter 122 On the Eve of the Great Battle

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of black blood sprayed from Jiang Feng's mouth, carrying a pungent, fishy odor and searing heat, corroding the ground into sizzling little pits.

Intense pain, frantic and wave after wave, assailed his consciousness.

The insidious power of the soul-extinguishing grass transformed into millions of black needles, frantically piercing into his internal organs; each needle was seeping blood outward and pumping poison inward.

The masculine energy of the red fire crystal transformed into a violent torrent of fire, rampaging through his Meridians, leaving only scorched earth in its wake.

His body had become a battlefield of ice and fire.

The two diametrically opposed powers showed no signs of Fusion, merely clashing and devouring each other in the most primitive and savage way.

Jiang Feng's face turned green and red in turns, his muscles spasming and twitching uncontrollably.

He could clearly feel his internal organs being corroded by the toxic power, his Meridians being scorched by the raging fire, and his life force slipping away at an alarming rate.

Yet, apart from the distortion caused by the intense pain, there was not a trace of panic in his expression.

He held firmly onto the last shred of clarity in his mind, frantically circulating the slowly rotating Taiji Diagram within his Dantian.

Wisps of mysterious Qi emerged from the Taiji Diagram, barely protecting his heart Meridians and Divine Soul, preventing him from dying on the spot under this inhuman torture.

...

Meanwhile, at the other end of the tribe, in Shangguan Wuqing's stone house.

A Black Cloud Guard knelt on one knee, his voice low: "Great Mistress, the maid sent to deliver items to Jiang Feng was intercepted and killed by the Young Mistress's people on her way back."

The stone house was silent.

Shangguan Wuqing, sitting cross-legged, opened her eyes, and for the first time, a trace of clear sorrow appeared in her eyes.

"Wulei..."

She whispered to herself, her voice carrying a hint of exhaustion that outsiders could hardly detect.

"Is the position of tribe leader really that important to you?"

She, of course, understood clearly.

This was Jiang Feng telling her that Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei intended to make her move.

He had actually used this method, using a human life, to pass this message to her.

"Pass down the order."

Shangguan Wuqing's voice returned to its usual coldness and decisiveness.

"Black Cloud Thirteen Guards, split off six people and head to the old leader's stone house immediately; ensure her safety at all costs."

"The rest of you, deploy defenses around my stone house and guard it secretly. Without my order, no one is to act rashly!"

"Yes, Great Mistress!"

The Black Cloud Guard acknowledged the order, his figure flashed, and he disappeared into the night.

Inside the stone house, silence returned.

Shangguan Wuqing looked toward the direction of the half-ruined wooden house, her gaze complex.

Jiang Feng, whose side are you really on?

...

"It's not enough!"

In the ruined wooden house, Jiang Feng let out a suppressed low roar.

He could feel that the power of just one soul-extinguishing grass and one red fire crystal, while domineering, was simply not enough to push the Small Golden Body Art to the second level.

The counter-clash of the two powers consumed too much; before they could seep into his bone marrow or merge into his Meridians, they had already dissipated for the most part.

And Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei would never give him the time to refine the soul-extinguishing grass one by one.

Once she finished dealing with Shangguan Wuqing, the next one to be dealt with would be him.

A flash of resolute madness crossed Jiang Feng's eyes.

It was going to hurt anyway, so why not let the storm rage even more violently!

He looked at the animal skin bundle in front of him, which still contained nine soul-extinguishing grasses and nine red fire crystals.

Gamble it is!

Use his own body as a furnace!

Use his water-fire dual-source Physique as a harmonizer!

Use the Small Golden Body Art as a hammer!

Bet his life on a tomorrow!

He no longer hesitated, grabbed all the soul-extinguishing grasses and red fire crystals from the bundle, and without a second thought, stuffed them all into his mouth in one go!

No chewing!

His Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed them down forcefully!

Boom!!!

The explosion of power was more than ten times stronger than before; it was like detonating an arsenal in his stomach!

Nine times the toxic power, nine times the fire energy, exploded in his gut!

"Ugh, ah!"

Even with Jiang Feng's unwavering willpower, he couldn't help but let out a groan of extreme pain.

His body made creaking sounds and suddenly expanded by a large circle!

On the surface of his skin, streaks of scarlet blood appeared, crisscrossing densely and covering his entire body.

Immediately after, a hair-raising scene occurred.

Crack... crack...

A series of cracking sounds came from his body.

His incredibly tough skin actually began to crack, with fine fissures appearing, emitting dry cracking sounds!

Dark golden light and scarlet blood mist seeped out from the cracks simultaneously, making him look eerie and terrifying.

His body was about to collapse!

"Rotate for me!"

At the brink of life and death, Jiang Feng erupted with unprecedented will to survive, his Soul Power madly pouring into his Dantian!

Hum!

At this moment, the Taiji Diagram, which had been rotating at a leisurely pace, was frantically driven by his desperate will and suddenly accelerated its rotation!

A mysterious Qi, ten times larger than before, erupted and instantly flowed through Jiang Feng's entire body!

The originally violent, clashing, and incompatible extremely Yin toxic power and extremely Yang fire energy, under the forced mediation of this mysterious Qi, miraculously began to show a faint sign of Fusion!

Using the body as a furnace to refine Yin and Yang!

The mysterious yellow Qi refined from this process was washing over Jiang Feng's bones and muscles over and over again, being dissolved and absorbed.

Jiang Feng's body was undergoing an unprecedented forging from the inside out!

He just sat cross-legged on the ruins, his body constantly cycling between collapse and reconstruction.

Time passed slowly amidst extreme pain.

One day.

One night.

...

The third morning.

Inside Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei's stone house, she was fully armed in military attire, looking indescribably sharp and valiant.

"The time has come."

She spoke softly.

"What is Jiang Feng doing?"

A female warrior knelt respectfully on one knee and reported: "Reporting to Young Mistress, he has been staying in that half-ruined wooden house, seemingly Cultivating in meditation. For two days and two nights, he has not moved an inch, nor has he stepped out of the ruins."

"Heh, Cultivating?"

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei sneered disdainfully.

It was nothing but a death struggle.

She adjusted her leather armor, slowly stood up, and eyes gleaming with excitement and cruelty.

"Good, very good."

She walked to the door of the stone house, looked at the tribe in the distance shrouded in the morning light, took a deep breath, and spat out two words, which were chillingly terrifying.

"Pass the order down: attack!"

Following Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei's order.

A long-brewing conspiracy, a bloody internal purge, suddenly opened its curtain amidst the tranquility of the Chilian Tribe!

All over the tribe, shrill screams and the sharp sounds of weapons clashing rang out almost simultaneously!