Chapter 223: On the Verge of a Breakthrough

Wang Fang faced two choices.

Either cough up the money to save his life, or be slain by Chen Fei!

There was no third option.

Under Chen Fei’s mocking gaze, Wang Fang clenched his teeth. Ultimately, he chose to buy his life.

“Get out of my way!” Wang Fang roared. His blood-red robe erupted with a powerful burst of blood energy. The price was clear—the robe tore with an audible rip.

A look of pain flashed across Wang Fang’s face.

“Sigh…” Chen Fei let out a light breath, fully enhancing his Spirit Sight. Just as Wang Fang took advantage of the burst of energy to flee, Chen Fei’s figure pursued like a shadow that clung to bone.

This time, Wang Fang didn’t dare to hope for a miracle.

Though it was humiliating, there’s an old saying—a gentleman’s revenge can wait ten years.

“Chen Fei, I’ll remember this grudge!” Wang Fang gritted his teeth, then threw out a blood-red halo.

As soon as it appeared, Chen Fei raised an eyebrow.

“Interesting.” Though he couldn’t immediately tell what was within the halo, his Spirit Sight sensed something. Ever since acquiring the treasure-seeking ability of the Treasure Hunting Rat, Chen Fei could clearly sense valuable items within his perception range.

There were levels to this sense—wisps of gold signified ordinary treasures with some value. When the gold light became solid, it indicated a high-grade treasure.

But this blood halo—was dark gold!

The last time Chen Fei sensed something of this caliber was the Blood Pearl Wang Fang had taken out before.

“Thanks for the gift, Young Master Wang! I’m a picky guy, so next time, if your offering isn’t up to par, don’t expect mercy!” Chen Fei laughed heartily.

Wang Fang, already sprinting away, heard every word loud and clear. He was so furious that he coughed up a mouthful of blood. With clenched teeth, he glared back in Chen Fei’s direction.

“Chen Fei! You’re courting death!”

Though furious, Wang Fang didn’t slow down for a moment.

Chen Fei reached out and grabbed the blood-red halo.

Cold Moon Saintess floated over.

“Senior Sister Cold Moon, what is this thing?” Chen Fei looked a bit puzzled. His Spirit Sight had confirmed its value, but now that he could see it clearly, he was stunned.

In his hand was a finger.

Carved with dense runes, it radiated a dangerous aura.

The Cold Moon Saintess’s scalp tingled just at the sight.

“That’s a Finger of the Evil God!”

“Evil God? Sounds impressive.” Chen Fei chuckled at the name.

The Cold Moon Saintess’s face turned serious. “If that’s true, then they’ve definitely opened the Blood Burial Secret Realm. This Evil God’s Finger is powerful, yes—but it brings endless trouble! Him throwing it to you? Clearly malicious!”

No sooner had she spoken than the finger twitched violently and suddenly stabbed into the center of Chen Fei’s palm.

“Bold!” she shouted. Without hesitation, a frosty layer formed over her hand as she reached for the invading Evil God’s Finger.

Chen Fei’s body instinctively trembled from the chilling energy.

But the runes on the Evil God’s Finger shone fiercely. As if unaffected, it continued drilling into Chen Fei’s hand.

Still, Chen Fei remained calm.

Before the Void Heaven Cauldron, what can an Evil God do?

“Not good!” The Cold Moon Saintess’s expression changed dramatically. Her attempt to stop it had come too late.

A sharp, piercing shriek rang out inside Chen Fei’s mind.

It was this shriek that triggered the Void Heaven Cauldron’s defense mechanism. The nearly materialized cauldron trembled, releasing a shockwave that washed over the shriek—instantly wiping it out.

At the same time, the Evil God’s Finger appeared within Chen Fei’s Sea of Consciousness.

The Void Heaven Cauldron blinked into view and immediately absorbed the finger.

Though the Evil God’s Finger contained immense power, before the cauldron it was reduced to mere energy fuel. No matter how the runes thrashed, they couldn’t resist being devoured.

In the void…

A red coffin drifted slowly.

Suddenly, it stopped.

An angry roar erupted: “Who is it?!”

The coffin shook violently. Golden threads appeared from thin air, binding it tightly. After a period of furious resistance, the coffin finally fell silent.

However, a single beam of red light slipped through the cracks—vanishing into the void.

Back in the real world, Chen Fei’s face turned pale.

Seeing his state, the Cold Moon Saintess looked at him with deep concern.

“Senior Sister Cold Moon, I need you to hold the line for me,” Chen Fei said with difficulty.

She took out a communication token. “I’ll request reinforcements and take you back to the Holy Land!”

“No… no need.” Chen Fei smiled faintly at her worried expression. He could feel her genuine concern, and for someone so cold by nature to show such emotion warmed his heart.

“I’m just… about to break through.”

His whole body felt like it might explode!

The Evil God’s Finger truly lived up to its name, containing terrifying energy. If not for his Thousand Tempering Art, which had greatly increased his physical endurance, he’d have burst apart by now!

The Cold Moon Saintess looked shocked.

“What… did you say?”

Chen Fei couldn’t explain any further. If he didn’t start circulating his cultivation now, he really would explode!

“Senior Sister, stand guard for me!” His voice rang out as he dropped to the ground beside his great, blade-like sword.

With a thunderous boom, the sword embedded into the earth, leaving a massive crater.

Chen Fei sat down cross-legged next to it.

A transparent barrier spread out, covering the entire crater.

The sword vibrated softly, warning any would-be intruders not to interfere.

The Cold Moon Saintess was stunned.

He’s really absorbing the power of the Evil God’s Finger to break through?

What will he become after this?

And how should she deal with it?

Her thoughts turned murderous.

Blood Cloud Sect…

Clearly, she was blaming Wang Fang for this. She had already marked the entire sect for revenge.

If Chen Fei’s personality really changed after this…

She felt conflicted.

But of course, someone had to come seeking death.

One of the remaining evil cultivators—overlooked in the earlier chaos—noticed Chen Fei meditating and couldn’t suppress the greed in his eyes.

“So he’s just holding on by a thread? Looks like his luck has run out!”

“Whose luck’s run out?”

The Cold Moon Saintess’s icy voice echoed above him.

The evil cultivator froze and looked up. Before he could utter a word, a wave of frost engulfed him—turning him into an ice sculpture.

“Get lost!” she snapped.

Several escaping red lights fled without hesitation—none dared to test her wrath.