Chapter 218

Chapter 218: The Abnormality in the Feng Clan

Qin Hong suddenly felt the energy within her body drain away, as though a heavy burden that had weighed on her heart for years had vanished. The resentment on her face faded, replaced by guilt as she looked at You You. “I’m sorry…”

“No need for apologies—just double the compensation for my reputation,” You You replied plainly. She saw Qin Hong had secretly investigated rather than attacking the Zhen Yan Sect outright, suggesting reasonableness despite her grief over her friend’s death. “But tell us everything about the Lightning Feathers.”

Qin Hong’s guilt deepened. Steadying herself, she explained, “I didn’t know Wushan held a Divine Clan realm. When I arrived, a voice guided me inside. It gave me two Lightning Feathers, promising to help uncover the truth.”

“Who was it?” You You pressed.

“I never saw them,” Qin Hong admitted, glancing at Feng Rong. “Believe me—after taking the feathers, I was expelled. I harmed no one!”

“Two Lightning Feathers?” You You frowned. “Why two?”

“The voice told me to take them but didn’t say why,” Qin Hong said. “One merged into me, boosting my cultivation to late-stage God Transformation—half a step from ascension.”

“Where’s the other?” You You asked.

“Gone. I only realized one remained when its backlash injured me.”

Feng Rong glared. “A Thunder Phoenix’s true feather holds its primal power. Only one exists per phoenix, and they’re never given beyond mates. How did you get two?”

“It’s true!” Qin Hong insisted. “I didn’t crave divine power—I just wanted answers! Check the space yourselves!”

Feng Rong turned to leave.

“Wait.” You You grabbed his hand. “I’m coming.”

His expression softened. “Fine.” He pulled her into a hug and flew toward Wushan.

You You promptly pushed him back, summoning her spell sword. “I’ll fly—I’m faster.” She yanked his wrist and shot forward like a comet, leaving Feng Rong—who’d hoped for a longer embrace—staggering midair.

You You raced unrestrained, arriving swiftly. Wushan’s landscape greeted them—once-lush slopes now dotted with young trees and fallen trunks around the shattered Sacred Tree.

Feng Rong unsealed the mountain and led her to the tree’s remains. After weaving complex seals, a space entrance shimmered above, leaking pale purple divine light.

“You You…” He hesitated.

“Together,” she said, gripping his hand.

They entered. Blinding white light flooded the space—countless massive eggs glowed faintly, their combined radiance overwhelming.

“What…?” Feng Rong froze before bolting toward two specific eggs.

The eggs pulsed rhythmically. He touched one—light surged toward his hand as if responding.

He stumbled back, wide-eyed. “A heartbeat… They’re alive?!”

You You gaped. Yuan Qi had said the Feng Clan lost their rebirth power—these eggs were lifeless shells. So why now?