146: Chapter 146 The Art of Swallowing and Spitting Creation

Everyone was stunned upon hearing this, turning their heads in unison to stare at Jiang Feiyu as if she were a monster.

Murong Yun swallowed hard and waved his hand in front of Jiang Feiyu:

"No, Jiang Feiyu, are you having a fever? Or did you not eat enough just now and hallucinated from hunger? What could you possibly do about this black fog? Surely you aren't planning to eat this black fog because you're hungry, right?"

Shen Lingfu was also stunned, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

Chen Shanzhi stared intently into Jiang Feiyu's eyes, his expression extremely grave, and asked in a deep voice: "Feiyu, this is no time for jokes. Do you really have a way?"

Jiang Feiyu patted her chest and nodded earnestly.

Without another word, she stepped forward twice, arriving at the edge of the churning thick fog.

Extending a fair finger, Jiang Feiyu tentatively poked the mass of black fog.

The moment her fingertip touched it, a chilling, bone-piercing aura drilled inward along her fingernail.

Jiang Feiyu retracted her hand as if electrocuted, her little face scrunching up.

She swallowed, muttering softly: "This thing looks like it tastes terrible..."

However, she turned to look at the exhausted crowd behind her, then glanced at the tightly shut dungeon gate.

For everyone's sake, I'll risk it!

Jiang Feiyu gritted her teeth, steeled her heart, and swiftly formed an extremely strange hand seal in front of her chest.

Immediately after, she abruptly opened her cherry-like mouth.

"Awoo—"

A terrifying suction force instantly erupted from Jiang Feiyu's mouth!

This suction was extremely violent, as if a bottomless black hole was hidden in her mouth.

"Whoosh!"

A fierce wind suddenly arose!

The churning black fog that had originally been outside the group now seemed to have met its nemesis.

Pulled violently by that terrifying suction, it instantly transformed into thick streams of black Qi.

Like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, it poured endlessly into Jiang Feiyu's mouth!

Seeing this fierce scene, everyone present was struck as if by lightning, collectively petrified.

"This... is this even possible? Is she really going to eat this black fog?"

Murong Yun's eyes were almost popping out, and his mouth was wide enough to fit a fist.

Shen Lingfu also gasped, stuttering: "This... what kind of... what kind of miraculous Cultivation Technique is Sister Jiang cultivating? To think she can swallow this black fog raw?"

Ouyang Wanqing, who was beside them, was shocked at first, but then a look of sudden realization flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Watching Jiang Feiyu's seemingly bottomless stomach, she murmured softly: "No wonder... no wonder Sister Feiyu is always eating, eating, eating, yet never gains weight. And her cultivation rises so fast; it turns out it's because of this Cultivation Technique."

Chen Shanzhi stood where he was, watching Jiang Feiyu, who resembled a giant whale absorbing water, as his game memories instantly surged forth.

He also realized what was happening.

In the original game settings, Jiang Feiyu's master, Palace Master Su Jianqing, had once obtained an extremely perverted top-tier Saint Grade Cultivation Technique in an ancient Secret Realm, called the "Swallowing Heaven Creation Technique".

This Cultivation Technique was extremely domineering, claiming to swallow everything.

As long as something contained energy, whether it was Spirit Pills or Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, she could swallow it all in one gulp.

Then, through the terrifying furnace in her stomach, she would forcibly refine it into pure True Essence to increase her strength.

It could be said that this was a typical "Glutton's Divine Technique".

But because this Cultivation Technique consumed too many resources and ordinary factions couldn't afford to support it, Palace Master Su Jianqing only passed it on to her only Disciple, Jiang Feiyu.

Theoretically speaking, although this black fog was a product of an evil formation, it also contained vast energy.

Jiang Feiyu might actually be able to solve it!

"I just don't know if forcibly swallowing this sinister black fog will cause any backlash to Feiyu's body."

Chen Shanzhi looked at Jiang Feiyu, whose face was gradually turning pale, and his brows furrowed tightly.

This black fog contained many Impurities and resentment, and it clearly wasn't something easy to digest.

But at this moment, everyone was trapped in this small space, and it was a complete dead end.

Apart from relying on Jiang Feiyu's perverted Cultivation Technique, there was absolutely no other way.

They could only take a gamble.

...

Time passed minute by minute.

Although the inverted funnel-shaped black barrier in mid-air remained, the thick black fog shrouding the ground of Shi Village was thinning at a speed visible to the naked eye.

About the time it takes to burn an incense stick had passed.

With a clear swallowing sound of "glug".

The last mass of black fog permeating the entire village was completely sucked into Jiang Feiyu's stomach.

The originally pitch-black visibility instantly became clear.

The pale moonlight fell once again on the dry, hard mud of Shi Village, illuminating the limbs scattered all over the ground.

However, the moment Jiang Feiyu swallowed the last mouthful of black fog, her body swayed violently.

"Thump."

She clutched her stomach and crouched on the ground in pain, her originally rosy, pretty face now as pale as paper, and her forehead covered in fine cold sweat.

"Ugh..."

Jiang Feiyu kept retching, her delicate brows knitted tightly together, her voice so weak it made one's heart ache: "This black fog... so... so hard to eat, like moldy rotten eggs..."

She pressed her hands hard against her stomach, her little face twisting in pain: "My stomach... so... so full. Feels like it's going to explode."

"This thing definitely isn't clean; I think I've got a stomach upset..."

The moment Chen Shanzhi saw Jiang Feiyu swaying, he instantly activated his Spirit Sparrow Steps.

His entire body, like an afterimage, rushed directly to Jiang Feiyu's side.

"Feiyu!"

Chen Shanzhi caught her teetering body with one hand, and with the other, he gently patted her back, helping her catch her breath.

Looking at Jiang Feiyu's painful appearance, Chen Shanzhi's face was filled with undisguised anxiety: "How do you feel? Where does it hurt? Are your Meridians damaged?"

Jiang Feiyu raised her head with some difficulty.

Her eyes, which usually always brimmed with vitality, were now dim and lusterless, with a few tears from retching hanging at the corners.

She leaned weakly against Chen Shanzhi's arm, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum: "Li... Little Chenzi, my stomach hurts so much, it feels like there's a fire burning inside..."

Jiang Feiyu gasped for air and continued: "I must concentrate all my energy now to digest this black fog in my stomach. Before I finish digesting it completely, the Meridians in my body have been blocked by this massive amount of black fog; I can't even circulate a trace of True Essence. Next... as for that monster hiding in the dark, it's all up to you all..."

Watching the girl's pale face and trusting eyes, Chen Shanzhi's heart gave a sudden tug.

Without any hesitation, Chen Shanzhi bent down, slid his hands under Jiang Feiyu's knees and back, and scooped her up into his arms.

The sudden lift made Jiang Feiyu gasp involuntarily.

She instinctively reached out and wrapped her arms around Chen Shanzhi's neck.

Her nose instantly bumped into Chen Shanzhi's broad, sturdy chest, and a warm, masculine scent wafted over her.

Jiang Feiyu's originally pale little face miraculously flushed with a faint blush at this moment.

Although the two of them often bickered, this was the first time Chen Shanzhi had held her so intimately.

Shen Lingfu, not far away, watched this scene and secretly gritted her teeth, the silk handkerchief in her hand twisted into a ball.

Ouyang Wanqing narrowed her beautiful eyes, a look of extreme complexity flashing in her gaze.

Chen Shanzhi had no intention of caring what others thought.

He carried Jiang Feiyu and strode to the wall beside the dungeon's iron gate.

He put her down gently, letting her sit with her back against the thick stone wall.

Chen Shanzhi crouched down, reached out, and naturally stroked Jiang Feiyu's slightly messy hair, brushing away a few strands that were stuck to her forehead.

His movements were gentle, but his tone carried an unquestionable sense of stability: "Be good, close your eyes, and rest well."

Chen Shanzhi looked into her eyes and said word by word: "Leave the rest to me."