314: Chapter 314 A Classic Two-Way Trip? No, it's the expansion of Mr. Cao's fishpond!

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the Central Province, inside a desolate and abandoned temple.

Xiao Chen lay covered in blood in a pile of hay behind the statue of a deity.

Yan Feiyue had just exhausted her last bit of strength to dissolve a precious Grade 8 Medicinal Pill into Xiao Chen's body.

Only then was she barely able to reconnect the hand bones crushed by Cao Kun and the Meridians shattered by his force.

"Cough, cough..."

Xiao Chen coughed up a mouthful of stagnant blood and opened his eyes with difficulty.

At this moment, he was covered from head to toe in dirt and bloodstains, emitting a nauseating, fishy stench.

"Chen'er, you're awake."

A crimson stream of light drifted out from the black iron ring, condensing into the figure of Yan Feiyue in mid-air.

She drifted weakly in front of Xiao Chen, wanting to check his injuries.

However, Xiao Chen did not appreciate the gesture.

"Get lost!"

Yan Feiyue was stunned by his sudden outburst and opened her mouth: "Xiao Chen, I..."

"You what 'I'!"

Xiao Chen swiped at the intangible phantom, "Don't you usually brag in front of me, saying you are a descendant of the ancient Flame Emperor and a Grade 9 Alchemy Grandmaster?!"

"Didn't you say that as long as you were here, I could walk sideways across this Lower Realm?!"

"How is it that at the critical moment, you couldn't even beat a pretty boy at the Void Refinement Stage!"

"Do you have any idea how much I embarrassed myself in the Treasure Pavilion lobby? You've made me lose all face!"

Outside the dilapidated temple, thunder tore through the night sky, and the torrential rain grew heavier, yet it could not drown out Xiao Chen's cursing inside.

Yan Feiyue floated in mid-air, staring blankly at the ferocious-looking young man before her, feeling an unprecedented sense of unfamiliarity.

She had prepared herself for Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering to protect him, yet the first thing he did upon waking was not to express gratitude, but to blame all his misfortune and incompetence on her!

However, Xiao Chen's rage had not yet been fully vented.

With his mind completely clouded by anger, he began to bring up old scores without thinking.

"If it weren't for you hiding in my ring like a vampire and sucking dry three full years of my Spiritual Qi!"

"Would I have ended up in this state today?!"

"It's all because of you!"

"Because of you, I was treated as a useless person by my Family and exiled to this Lower Realm with thin Spiritual Qi!"

"Because of you, I've endured scorn and humiliation, and even my fiancée came to break off our engagement!"

"If it weren't for you, this burden, I would have already shone brilliantly in the Spirit Realm and become a peerless Prodigy who suppresses an entire era!"

"I wouldn't be suffering this kind of humiliation in the Lower Realm!"

The more Xiao Chen spoke, the more agitated he became, his rationality completely collapsing.

"What you owe me, you will never be able to pay back in this lifetime!!!"

Hearing these heart-piercing words from Xiao Chen, Yan Feiyue's heart turned completely cold.

Yes, she admitted it.

Back then, to keep her remnant Soul from dissipating, she had indeed absorbed three years of Xiao Chen's Spiritual Qi while in a deep sleep.

This had always been a weight on her heart and the only thing she felt she owed Xiao Chen.

Therefore, after waking up, she had poured everything into teaching Xiao Chen, imparting all her life's learnings and alchemy techniques to him.

Along the way, how many disasters had Xiao Chen caused, and how many powerful enemies had he provoked?

Which time was it not her risking Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, forcibly using her Soul Power to clean up his mess and pull him back from the gates of death?

Was what she had given not enough to repay that three years of Spiritual Qi?

At this moment, in Yan Feiyue's mind, the figure of another person involuntarily appeared.

That young Young Master, dressed in a yin-yang dharma robe, incomparably handsome.

Young Master Cao clearly possessed terrifying strength that could easily obliterate them, yet he did not kill them.

Even after learning the cause and effect of her absorbing Xiao Chen's Spiritual Qi, he respected her for being loyal and righteous, and generously gifted her a peerless holy medicine capable of repairing one's Divine Soul!

That phrase, "A wise bird chooses its tree to nest in; a wise minister chooses their lord to serve," was still echoing in Yan Feiyue's ears.

Cao Kun respected her as an equal and valuable Grade 9 Alchemy Grandmaster, while Xiao Chen only treated her as a tool to be exploited unconditionally at any time and used as a scapegoat whenever something went wrong.

There is no harm without comparison.

Yan Feiyue looked at the enraged Xiao Chen before her and suddenly felt that Cao Kun was absolutely right.

She had truly been blind for these past few hundred years.

"Enough!"

She finally couldn't help but speak, interrupting Xiao Chen's cursing.

"Yes, I did indeed absorb three years of your Spiritual Qi back then, which caused you to suffer a great tribulation and have your cultivation regress."

"But along this journey, do you even remember how much I have sacrificed to reshape your Foundation and restore your cultivation?"

"What I owed you has long since been paid in full!"

"If it weren't for me today, you would already be a dead man!"

Xiao Chen was stunned by Yan Feiyue's sudden fierce Aura.

In his impression, this Revered Master had always felt guilty because she had absorbed his Spiritual Qi for three years, and had always been obedient to him.

Even when he occasionally lost his temper, Yan Feiyue would only silently endure it.

To think she would dare to talk back to him so loudly today?!

This abnormal behavior immediately triggered Xiao Chen's sensitive and suspicious nerves.

Something was wrong.

That Cao Kun was clearly so powerful, able to control even the Law of space at will.

So how did she manage to bring his heavily injured self out of the Treasure Pavilion?

"Ah! I know!" Xiao Chen, like a madman who had discovered the truth, pointed at Yan Feiyue and shouted.

"No wonder you suddenly dare to talk to me like this; it turns out you've found a new Revered Master!"

"Did you make some shameful deal with him behind my back while I was unconscious?!"

Yan Feiyue was so angered by his absurd speculation that she laughed: "What nonsense are you spouting!"

"Nonsense?"

Xiao Chen pressed closer, refusing to let it go.

"Then you tell me! With your mere remnant Soul, without even a Physical Body, how did you bring me out?!"

"Why would Cao Kun let us go!"

Looking at Xiao Chen's ugly, suspicious face, a face of a petty person judging a gentleman, Yan Feiyue only felt nauseated.

She was thoroughly disappointed in this disciple.

Even the last bit of guilt she felt regarding the three years of Spiritual Qi vanished into thin air at this moment.

"Fine, you want to know, right? Then I will tell you the truth."

Yan Feiyue no longer held anything back and answered coldly and truthfully.

"Young Master Cao is broad-minded; he values my alchemy talent and wants to recruit me."

"He promised that as long as I am willing to follow him, he will not only provide all the Materials to help me reshape my Physical Body, but also help me avenge the blood feud from back then!"

Saying this, Yan Feiyue paused.

A cold jade box emitting a rich fragrance appeared in her hand.

"Not only that, he also generously gifted me a holy medicine capable of repairing one's Divine Soul."

"The Medicinal Pill I used to heal you just now was refined by borrowing the medicinal power of that holy medicine."

"It is because he respects me for being loyal and righteous to you, and for not abandoning you to escape alone at the critical moment of life and death, that he voluntarily let us go!"

"Do you understand now?"