Chapter 395 The Chaotic Wastelands

Chen Fei let out a long breath of relief. A warm smile appeared on his face as he said,

“Are you all starving? The dishes from Tianxin Pavilion are famous! Come, give them a try!”

He wasn’t stupid—of course he wouldn’t ask what had just happened.

The current situation was like a pile of spaghetti code—ask the wrong question, and everything crashes. But if it’s running fine… why poke at it?

Some things are better left to reveal themselves over time.

Chen Fei laid out the food with a cheerful grin.

Ziyang Saintess narrowed her eyes with satisfaction.

“It’s been a while since I’ve tasted Tianxin’s cooking. Lucky us!”

“Yeah. We should eat well,” Miao Yue muttered through clenched teeth, shooting a sharp glance at Ziyang.

The killing intent in the room subtly thickened.

A cold bead of sweat rolled down Chen Fei’s temple. Thankfully, Cold Moon said nothing—she simply picked up her chopsticks and began to eat.

Ziyang smiled lazily, looking at Miao Yue.

“Sister Miao, no need to be so hostile. I’m only here for Junior Brother Chen’s pill refinement skills, that’s all. And don’t worry, I don’t eat for free.”

As she spoke, she pulled out her contribution token and placed it on the table.

“Here’s my fee for staying here. Chen Fei, you better treat me well, hmm?” she added flirtatiously.

Miao Yue glared at her so hard it looked like her chopsticks might snap from how tightly she gripped them.

Chen Fei originally intended to decline, but after seeing the amount of contribution points on her token, his eyes lit up.

“Don’t worry, Sister Ziyang. I’ll take good care of your injuries!”

With these contribution points, he could finally pay off all his debts.

Eighty thousand points in less than a month—legendary even by Tianqing Holy Land standards!

Miao Yue snorted in displeasure but didn’t say anything. That silence was a form of reluctant acceptance.

After dinner, Cold Moon stood up first.

“I’m full. Chen Fei, don’t forget my pills.”

She turned and left without hesitation.

“Me too,” Miao Yue said with a pout, setting her bowl down and walking off angrily.

Ziyang Saintess batted her eyelashes at Chen Fei.

“Don’t forget my injuries, little Chen Fei. Want to do a check-up right now?”

She extended a delicate, snow-white wrist toward him.

Before Chen Fei could reach for it, he felt two piercing glares lock onto him.

“…On second thought, maybe tomorrow,” he said with a dry laugh.

Ziyang didn’t insist. With a giggle, she turned and strolled toward the room on the left.

“Then I’ll wait for your visit tomorrow, Doctor Chen~”

The moment she left, those oppressive glares vanished.

But Chen Fei was left frowning. What was all this chaos?

He sighed and returned to his room.

In hindsight, a triangle really was the most stable structure. What he thought would turn into a fiery battle had somehow settled into a strange peace.

Meanwhile, his pill refinement skills improved rapidly, and life had grown relatively enjoyable.

Soon after, Mu Yunsu appeared, signaling that the Ghost King Palace was about to open.

Without hesitation, Chen Fei followed her to a side hall in the Tianqing Holy Land.

As soon as he entered, he spotted a familiar figure—the lazy youth in Daoist robes.

Still lounging around, straw hat covering his face, he looked completely relaxed.

“The Ghost King Palace is opening soon. Are you all ready?” Mu Yunsu asked.

But Chen Fei felt like her gaze lingered just a bit longer on his face.

He thought about it—and figured it made sense. After all, three Saintesses were now living under his roof. A little “special attention” was understandable.

“I’m ready,” he replied.

The lazy youth just muttered,

“Doesn’t matter to me.”

Mu Yunsu seemed used to his attitude and didn’t question him. She simply nodded and then turned back to Chen Fei.

“Good. Let’s go.”

With a wave of her hand, a teleportation array lit up beside her.

The Dao-robed youth slowly stood. His massive straw hat hid his face completely, adding to his air of mystery.

Chen Fei couldn’t help but feel a little curious—he really wanted to lift that hat and take a peek.

But there was no chance. The youth had already stepped into the teleportation array, swaying lazily as he moved.

Chen Fei followed him, stepping into the light.

In a flash of blue, the world around him shifted.

“What is this place…?”

Before him stretched a vast, barren and lifeless wasteland.

Mu Yunsu’s voice turned serious.

“This is the Chaotic Wastelands—once the core battleground of an ancient war.”

Seeing her solemn expression, Chen Fei knew not to ask more. He stood silently, observing his surroundings.

Soon, Yan Wujiao and the others also arrived, stepping through with flashes of light.

When Qin Shuang appeared, Chen Fei narrowed his eyes slightly.

“You’re quick, Mu Sect Leader,” Yan Wujiao greeted with a friendly smile.

Meanwhile, Fan Chen locked eyes with Chen Fei. He still remembered the final sword strike Chen Fei had unleashed—not just its power, but the hidden depth.

Back then, it was merely a test. In the Ghost King Palace, a real battle was inevitable.

“You weren’t slow either,” Mu Yunsu replied softly, then turned her eyes to the sky ahead.

With brief greetings exchanged, everyone fell silent.

Chen Fei took the time to study the Chaotic Wastelands more carefully.

He reached out a finger, trying to absorb the ambient spiritual energy… but a sharp sting ran up his hand. A chaotic current of energy invaded his meridians, instantly causing his internal qi to become unstable.

His brow furrowed. Thankfully, the Xu Tian Cauldron activated on instinct, absorbing and refining the qi. Soon, the chaotic energy was pacified.

But what came next was unexpected—a stream of purified spiritual energy began circulating within him, and within the Xu Tian Cauldron, several Dao Marks faintly emerged again—more solid this time.

Mu Yunsu finally spoke.

“The reason it’s called the Chaotic Wastelands is because the Dao forces left behind after ancient battles are wildly unstable. This makes the entire region vastly different from the outside world.”

Chen Fei nodded.

Mu Yunsu held out her palm. Instantly, a wisp of chaotic aura gathered above her hand—twisting, surging, writhing as though alive.

“This is what the chaotic aura looks like. If you absorb it directly, it will destabilize your qi and could even cause serious internal damage.”

Her expression grew more serious.

“This is one of the main reasons the Wastelands are so dangerous.”

Chen Fei understood completely.

That swirling chaos had already caused havoc in his own body—if not for the Xu Tian Cauldron, he’d likely be in serious trouble.

But now, not only had it neutralized the danger, it had even transformed the chaotic qi into pure spiritual energy, with faint traces of Dao force still intact.

Though the Dao force remnants were minimal, over time they would accumulate—and that would be a huge advantage for him.

The Xu Tian Cauldron’s power was about to shine once again.