526: Chapter 526 Eating it as sashimi

Returning to the private room.

Qin Wushang's eyes flashed, and a milky-white light emerged from his pupils, falling upon Yao Shinian.

The milky-white light enveloped Yao Shinian entirely. Her delicate body trembled as an incredibly vast vitality surged from within her. Her shattered Meridians began to heal, her ruptured inner world was repaired, and her depleted Qi and blood were revitalized.

Reversal.

Qin Wushang directly used the Heaven-Defying ability of his Supreme Double Pupils to reverse her injuries.

Yao Shinian instantly opened her eyes and sat up abruptly. She looked down to inspect her body, then raised her hand to pinch her cheek, her face filled with disbelief.

"What's going on? I'm completely healed?"

She cried out in surprise.

It was miraculous; just moments ago, she felt like she was on the verge of death, yet now she was alive and kicking.

"Hmph! This is Brother Wushang's doing. He used the power of his Supreme Double Pupils to help you recover."

Lin Ziyao leaned against the back of her chair, crossing her arms with a sour tone.

"Otherwise, you'd have been bedridden for quite some time."

Back when she had been severely wounded by Yao Shinian's blade, she hadn't received this kind of treatment upon her return.

Although Qin Wushang had helped heal her then, he hadn't used the reversal ability of his Supreme Double Pupils.

"Her injuries were more severe, and they were caused by me,"

Qin Wushang sat down to the side, his face somewhat pale as he slowly explained.

"If I didn't help her, it would take at least ten years for her shattered Meridians and inner world to recover."

"The Emperors Path is about to open, and we cannot afford to wait."

This was actually only one of the reasons.

He mostly wanted to do something for this fellow to foster their relationship.

That way, when the time came, she might prove to be a powerful thigh to lean on.

"But... Brother Wushang, you don't seem to have recovered yourself yet,"

Lin Ziyao grumbled.

This was what she cared about most.

Yao Shinian looked at him, frowning.

Qin Wushang's face was extremely pale, his aura listless, and traces of aging still lingered on his skin. Though the fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were fainter than before, they were still clearly visible.

"You look like you're quite badly hurt as well."

"This is actually for the best."

Qin Wushang waved his hand, completely unconcerned.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Actually, you didn't have to do this."

Yao Shinian hugged her shattered pig-slaughtering knife and lowered her head, speaking with some embarrassment, "I used to get hurt all the time, and I'd recover in just a few days."

"That's different."

Lin Ziyao rolled her eyes at her.

"You probably only suffered superficial wounds before, but this time it's a Dao wound. Do you understand what a Dao wound is? It damages the Foundation of your Grand Dao."

"Is that so..."

Yao Shinian tilted her head, thinking back carefully.

"I feel like it's about the same, though."

Nearby, Mu Bingyun held a cup of spiritual tea, blowing on it gently before raising her eyes to look at Qin Wushang.

"Are you faking your injuries because you're afraid Second Young Master Feng Buping won't dare to fight?"

"Naturally."

Qin Wushang nodded, not denying it.

"I have a way to control him,"

Mu Bingyun set down her teacup, her tone indifferent.

"Do you want to learn it?"

"Once the fight begins, you can control him and use him to threaten the Feng Family, forcing them to serve us."

"How could such a Noble Family be threatened by a single youth?"

Qin Wushang shook his head in refusal.

He did not believe that controlling Second Young Master Feng Buping would allow them to control the entire Feng Family.

"Besides, even without the Feng Family, there's still the Bai Family, the Taishang Immortal Sect, the Lei Family, and other immortal sects and major clans."

"Even without the Feng Family, someone else will step up to take their place."

"No need to fear!"

Yao Shinian patted the pig-slaughtering knife in her arms and said boisterously, "We'll just fight!"

"If they try to retaliate, I'll call my dad!"

Ye Hongfu sat to the side, resting her chin on one hand. After pondering for a moment, she spoke up: "Killing him might be a bit difficult."

"The powerful experts of the Feng Family will definitely be watching the battlefield. They won't just stand by and watch their heir get publicly slain."

"Since we've already offended them completely, we might as well give it a try."

Qin Wushang's gaze turned slightly cold.

"Let's blow things up even more. What if we succeed?"

Mu Bingyun looked at him and asked with a light smile,

"Is there anything you need me to do?"

"Not for now."

Qin Wushang shook his head.

"And even if I did, it would likely be difficult for you to help."

He knew that the Immortal Alliance wouldn't easily intervene; everything depended on the Immortal Lord's will.

Lin Ziyao looked around the private room and frowned slightly. "Is this really going to be okay?"

"Where did those two go? Why haven't they shown their faces yet?"

She was naturally referring to Chu Yuehua and Di Qingli.

"Don't worry about Revered Master and the others."

Qin Wushang leaned back against his chair and closed his eyes.

"Let's get some rest."

...

The Feng Family.

Second Young Master Feng Buping knelt in the courtyard, keeping his head low, not daring to look up.

Standing before him was a tall, stern-faced middle-aged man whose brow bore some resemblance to Second Young Master Feng Buping.

Clad in a black robe, he stood with his hands behind his back. His aura was unfathomable, like a silent abyss.

The head of the Feng Family, an Immortal King expert, Feng Daoxian.

"Your child has failed to meet Father's expectations by not severely wounding Mu Bingyun. Please punish me, Father."

Second Young Master Feng Buping said, keeping his head lowered.

"This is not your fault,"

Feng Daoxian said calmly, his voice devoid of emotion.

"No one could have anticipated that she would withdraw from the grand battle in such a manner."

Second Young Master Feng Buping raised his head, his eyes filled with confusion. "Father, why did you keep insisting that I severely wound her?"

"Severely wounding her would put some pressure on the Immortal Lord."

Feng Daoxian glanced at him with a deep gaze.

"There are some things you don't need to know too much about right now."

"Father, what exactly is our family plotting?"

Second Young Master Feng Buping pressed, highly curious.

"You don't need to concern yourself with that."

Feng Daoxian's tone turned somewhat cold.

"Tomorrow, just use all your trump cards and do as I told you."

Second Young Master Feng Buping fell silent for a moment before finally nodding.

"Understood."

After a brief thought, he asked again, "Father, what exactly is the reward for first place? Why are so many people coveting it?"

"It is currently uncertain."

Feng Daoxian looked toward the horizon with his hands behind his back, his gaze distant.

"But word has leaked that it is related to the freedom of the Grand Dao for the countless living beings of the Immortal Realm."

Surprised, Second Young Master Feng Buping clenched his fist.

"Then we shall proceed according to plan."

"Kill Qin Wushang and seize first place."

Feng Daoxian looked down at his son, a rare trace of approval appearing on his face.

"A young man should possess such confidence. Never be as useless as your elder brother."

"Rest assured, Father. Your child understands."

Second Young Master Feng Buping stood up and continued, "By the way, where did Elder Brother go?"

"He probably felt humiliated and hid himself away."

Feng Daoxian waved his hand, extremely impatient.

"Don't worry about him, he's just a piece of trash."

Second Young Master Feng Buping bowed and withdrew, turning to leave the courtyard.

The night was deep, and the Feng Family's mansion was shrouded in silence.

Second Young Master Feng Buping walked through the long corridors, passing by rockeries and flowing water, on his way back to his quarters.

Suddenly, a figure appeared on the path ahead.

The person leaned against a pillar, thin and pale, wearing a faded old robe. He seemed to blend into the night; without looking closely, one could barely notice his presence.

Second Young Master Feng Buping stopped in his tracks. Seeing who it was, an undisguised look of disgust appeared on his face.

"What are you doing here?"

Feng Buxuan!

His dear elder brother.

Once a bastard son of the Feng Family, now a trash whom everyone despised.

His cultivation was passable and his talent average, but he lacked ambition, falling short of even some of the Feng Family's ordinary prodigies.

Second Young Master Feng Buping despised this so-called elder brother from the bottom of his heart.

Be it status or strength.

"To help you,"

Feng Buxuan's voice was very soft, like wind blowing through dry leaves.

"Help me?"

Second Young Master Feng Buping sneered and questioned, "Help me with what?"

"Kill Qin Wushang."

Second Young Master Feng Buping laughed, his laughter harsh and grating.

"Hahaha!"

"With just you? A piece of trash like you?"

Feng Buxuan did not answer.

His figure suddenly vanished.

It wasn't movement; it was a disappearance.

It was as if he had never existed, with not even a trace of his aura left to be sensed.

Second Young Master Feng Buping's laughter came to an abrupt halt.

In the next second, that thin face was already right in front of him.

So close that their noses almost touched.

Second Young Master Feng Buping's pupils constricted. He instinctively wanted to retreat, to strike, to yell at him.

But a withered palm had pierced through his chest at some unknown moment.

"Pfft!!!"

Blood spurted out, and the warm liquid trickled down his arm, dripping onto the ground.

Second Young Master Feng Buping looked down, staring in disbelief at the hand skewering his chest.

"You... when did..."

His voice trembled, a torrent of blood welling up from his mouth.

"My dear little brother, how does it feel?"

Feng Buxuan's face was extremely close, close enough for Second Young Master Feng Buping to clearly see the manic grin in his eyes.

"You look... so delicious."

He licked his lips.

"A blood relative's Bloodline..."

Second Young Master Feng Buping wanted to struggle, wanted to channel his Sacred Power, but that hand seemed to be nailed into his body, sealing all his strength and draining it away.

"Don't worry, that old fogey will be joining you soon."

Feng Buxuan raised his other hand, spreading his fingers to clasp Second Young Master Feng Buping's head.

Then, he ripped it fiercely.

"Riiip!"

The sound of tearing flesh and skin was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

The entire human skin was peeled off intact, revealing the blood-red muscles and stark white bones beneath.

Skinning Technique!

An extremely proficient Skinning Technique!

Second Young Master Feng Buping was unable to move. His eyeballs were exposed to the air, his muscles twitched, and blood gushed like a fountain.

Feng Buxuan lowered his head and bit down on the side of Second Young Master Feng Buping's neck.

Gnawing on him raw.

In the deep night, unbeknownst to anyone, the Feng Family's King-Sealing Prince, His Highness, the possessor of an Immortal Body, was eaten raw like sashimi.