The Immortal Wife Is Like A Cloud

At the moment of breakthrough.

Su Jingzhen only felt that the Labor Palace acupoints in his hands and the Surging Spring acupoints in his feet were like energy sources, constantly nourishing him.

His originally depleted blood energy suddenly became abundant again.

At the same time, he suddenly took off his upper garment.

The pale pink spider mark on his chest was still there.

It seemed that even though he had reached the eighth layer of the Flesh Body Spiritual Embryo, the mark hadn’t faded much.

He could still sense the strong demonic energy emanating from it.

It was as if the toxin was still spreading towards his heart, and he could feel its presence.

“Ah, I’m almost there. Master said that if I can reach the Flesh Body Golden Embryo level within a month, this Pink Poisonous Woman’s mark won’t pose any threat to me. I might even be able to control the toxin.”

That was a terrifying ability.

If he could obtain it, even if it wasn’t the full power, it would be a deadly trump card in critical situations.

After his blood energy recovered to its peak state, Su Jingzhen took a bath in the prepared bathtub in his room.

He still had some Tempering Liquid on hand, which would likely have a good effect if absorbed in his current state.

However, after some thought, he decided not to use the Tempering Liquid.

After all, the previous times he had directly consumed the liquid, although it was extremely painful, the effects were still decent.

“This thing might be more valuable if I save it for when I’m in a desperate situation. I’ve already reached the eighth layer, which is enough for now.”

After taking a bath, he felt every cell in his body come alive.

Su Jingzhen still didn’t plan to sleep.

Su Jingzhen sat directly on the carpet in the room, starting to cultivate his energy.

Although his Dantian was still prone to complete collapse at any moment, he had discovered a problem over the past few days.

Ever since he had broken through to the second layer of Qi refinement, his cultivation progress had slowed down significantly, almost to a standstill.

Moreover, his regular Qi refinement practice had not led to any increase in his cultivation level, only maintaining the balance at the second layer.

This phenomenon left him extremely puzzled and perplexed.

It was as if his diligent cultivation efforts over the past few days had been in vain.

However, despite the confusion, Su Jingzhen believed that he should continue to cultivate.

Even if it was just a psychological comfort, he would still do so.

Without further thought, Su Jingzhen entered a meditative state.

…

At the same time, in the Spirit Sound Inn, each person entered their own state.

Outside, on the bustling streets, several suspicious individuals were secretly watching the inn.

However, after waiting for an entire night, they still did not see Su Jingzhen and the others emerge from the inn.

In a luxurious private room at a brothel in Yunmeng City, Feng Mingyan and Hong Yi sat facing each other.

Each of them had two beautiful, alluring female cultivators sitting in their laps.

“Although Miss Qingya had some skills in Yunmeng City before, she has been away for too long now.”

“I suppose their every move is under your control, Brother Feng?” Hong Yi asked with a smile, while fondling the soft skin of the woman in his lap.

Feng Mingyan smiled faintly: “We don’t need to use any tricks to deal with them.”

“It’s just that those country bumpkins entering our Yunmeng City need to be taught some rules.”

“After all, Feng Qingya is my cousin, and if she loses face, it wouldn’t reflect well on the Feng family, would it?”

As Feng Mingyan spoke, his tone carried a hint of menace.

Just as he finished speaking, a paper crane suddenly flew in from the window, carrying an energy wave with information.

Feng Mingyan’s brow furrowed as he read the message.

“Ha ha, so they’re already starting to shrink back like a turtle, are they?”

Feng Mingyan muttered to himself, causing Hong Yi to look at him with some confusion.

“What’s wrong, Brother Feng?”

“Nothing, it’s just that I’ve hit a soft spot. Those country bumpkins can actually resist the temptations of Yunmeng City, which is quite impressive.”

…

At the same time, in the sky above Yunmeng City, a floating island hovered.

This island was not particularly large among all the islands, but its location was extremely high, with only a few others reaching such heights.

In a serene and elegant garden within the island, a figure with an extraordinary aura sat in a pavilion, playing a bamboo flute.

The melody was serene and elegant, with a hint of melancholy.

As the music ended, a black shadow suddenly knelt outside the pavilion.

“Young Master, Feng Qingya has returned. Shall we capture her?”

The black shadow’s tone was cold and menacing.

Upon hearing this, the young man’s brow furrowed slightly, and an image of a beautiful and alluring figure appeared before his eyes.

However, he smiled faintly and asked, “Capture her? From what angle? What reason? And what necessity?”

The black shadow’s expression suddenly stiffened.

“Feng Qingya previously refused you, Young Master, and…”

The young man interrupted with a laugh, “Is that a reason to capture her? Ridiculous.”

“Refusing or not is her right, not our excuse to bully her. This isn’t our territory, after all.”

“And if we wanted to capture her, why do it in Yunmeng City, where we’d be slapping the Feng family in the face, instead of doing it when she was in Linjiang City?”

He paused, then continued, “Besides, I want to see how far Feng Qingya can persevere.”

“In this situation, let’s see how she performs this time. I believe she’ll come to find me herself.”

As he spoke, he put away the bamboo flute and a confident smile appeared on his face.

“It seems I was overthinking…”

…

This night, with Feng Qingya’s return, Yunmeng City was destined to be restless, with multiple factions unable to sleep.

Under the seemingly peaceful surface of Yunmeng City, the undercurrents were growing more turbulent.

However, all of this was temporarily unrelated to Su Jingzhen and the others at the Spirit Sound Inn.

Su Jingzhen, in his cultivation state, quickly passed the night.

In this comfortable environment, cultivating didn’t make him feel tired at all.

On the second day, he stretched lazily and flexed his muscles.

The familiar golden characters reappeared before his eyes.

“Another beautiful day, ah…”