Chapter 163: The Only Chance
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That night, Yellow Mist City completely changed. The yellow haze that had always shrouded the city vanished without a trace.
The people of Yellow Mist City changed as well—not only did they develop an unwavering sense of loyalty to Chen Fei deep in their souls, but their Spirit Master foundations also underwent a dramatic transformation.
Many Spirit Masters who had been stuck at the peak of Ninth Grade, or even the half-step True Spirit Master level, suddenly felt revitalized overnight, as if they were reborn. Their bottlenecks loosened one by one, and they began breaking through.
No one knew the reason behind this sudden change. They only knew that Miss Su was a sacred and untouchable existence.
Miao Yue, the seemingly unremarkable maid of the Su family’s eldest daughter, restored her true form overnight—becoming someone that the people of Yellow Mist City could never have imagined in their wildest dreams.
After Su Ran left, only Miao Yue knew where she had gone—and that place, towering high above, would now become the goal of her cultivation journey.
Miao Yue didn’t linger. She set off through the night, casting a spell and soaring through the skies. With every step she took, a residual shadow was left behind in the sky like a streaking meteor beneath the night sky.
Yellow Mist City was over a thousand miles away from the Qin Mountains. Even a peak Ninth Grade Dao Realm expert like Long Qingchuang would need the time it takes to burn a stick of incense to reach it at full speed.
But for Miao Yue—the Sacred Maiden of Tianqing—that distance took less than two minutes.
Such speed was unimaginable. It defied the understanding of the people of Yellow Mist City and even surpassed the perception of most experts in the Qin Mountains.
Under the night sky, the Qin Mountains stretched high into the clouds, with stars scattered across the heavens. It was indeed a tranquil place perfect for cultivation.
At this moment, most Qin Mountain disciples were already asleep. Only a few remained—either cultivating or on patrol.
The Qin Mountains reigned supreme in the region, and so-called patrols were mostly symbolic. No one believed anyone would dare cause trouble here—not even the most notorious demonic cultivators.
Long Qingchuang, as the Grand Elder of the Qin Mountains, held a status second only to the Ancestor himself—even above the sect master.
Thus, Long Qingchuang’s residence was naturally among the most luxurious estates in the Qin Mountains.
At this time, the Sect Master, Wu Zhao, brought Qin Heng to Long Qingchuang’s residence despite the late hour.
He came only because of his beloved disciple’s plea—to beg Long Qingchuang to spare Chen Fei’s life.
“Master Wu, why come so late?” Long Qingchuang still agreed to meet with Wu Zhao.
“Uncle-Master, please forgive me for disturbing you,” Wu Zhao bowed first before speaking. “I heard you captured someone related to demonic forces. That person once saved my unworthy disciple’s life. I truly had no other choice, so I came to plead on his behalf.”
“You knew he was tied to demonic forces, yet you still came to plead?” Long Qingchuang was clearly displeased. If not for Wu Zhao being the sect master and a direct disciple of the Ancestor, he wouldn’t have met with him at all.
“Uncle-Master, please calm your anger. I have no intention of protecting a demonic cultivator. I only ask you to spare his life out of gratitude for him saving my disciple.”
“Enough. Go back,” Long Qingchuang dismissed him flatly, not even entertaining the request.
“Uncle-Master…” Wu Zhao frowned. As the sect master, he personally came to plead for mercy—only to ask that the man not be killed—and yet Long Qingchuang still refused?
“This matter will be handled by the Ancestor,” Long Qingchuang said with finality before turning away without another word.
Wu Zhao, though frustrated, could do nothing but leave.
“Master…” Qin Heng stood at the door, looking pitifully at Wu Zhao.
“No use,” Wu Zhao replied as he walked off.
“Master, I stake my life on this—Brother Chen Fei is not a demonic cultivator. If he were, why would he save so many people in Yellow Mist City?” Qin Heng argued.
“Silly disciple, whether he is or isn’t no longer matters. What matters is that he’s caught the eye of Long Qingchuang,” Wu Zhao said bitterly.
“Then let’s go to the Ancestor!” Qin Heng refused to give up. “I don’t believe the Ancestor can’t tell right from wrong!”
Wu Zhao was furious. He had made things as clear as possible, yet this naive disciple still didn’t understand. This wasn’t about right or wrong—Long Qingchuang was simply abusing his power, coveting Chen Fei’s secrets, and seeking a path to breakthrough.
Qin Heng continued pleading. If Wu Zhao didn’t genuinely care for this honest, chivalrous disciple, he would’ve lost his temper long ago.
Long Qingchuang didn’t explain further to Wu Zhao or make any promises—because even he didn’t yet know what secrets Chen Fei held, or whether killing him was the only way to obtain them.
As soon as Wu Zhao left, Long Qingchuang headed to the secret chamber where Chen Fei was held. He could no longer wait to uncover the truth—perhaps this was his chance to break through.
Inside the chamber, Chen Fei was still completely restrained—deprived of all spiritual power, unable to even summon his mental strength from his sea of consciousness.
After being brought to the Qin Mountains, he saw no one and was immediately locked away by Long Qingchuang.
When the chamber door opened, Long Qingchuang’s aged face appeared before him.
Chen Fei already understood—his life or death was entirely in the hands of the man before him.
How could he escape?
This was an old monster who had cultivated for centuries. Escaping unscathed seemed impossible.
Long Qingchuang didn’t speak at first. He lit up the chamber, then waved his sleeve and summoned a table of gourmet dishes. He sat in front of Chen Fei, drinking and eating on his own.
Only after the time of a burning incense stick passed did he finally speak.
“Chen Fei, is there anything you’d like to say?”
“Senior, what do you want me to say?” Chen Fei had been under intense pressure the whole time. This was a psychological tactic—to push him into desperation like an ant on a hot pan.
“Say whatever you want.”
“I will only give you one chance.”
“When the time comes, I will use a Soul Control Technique on you. If what you say is true, I may spare your life.”
“This is your only chance to survive. You’d better make good use of it.”
Long Qingchuang spoke lightly.
Chen Fei’s heart sank. As expected, here in this place, his life and death were completely at the mercy of this man.
What could he do?
The other party’s cultivation was far beyond his own. With such a difference, the Soul Control Technique could be used easily—extracting the truth would be effortless.
However, what Long Qingchuang didn’t know was that everything happening here was under Miao Yue’s spiritual perception. If she willed it, she could appear at any moment and end Long Qingchuang’s life.
