Chapter 346 What a Tonic

Nangong Ye’s blood-red claws slammed directly onto Chen Fei’s massive Edge-less Greatsword.

The cruel smirk that had been frozen on his face instantly twisted into one of pure disbelief.

The sword—thick, dull, and brutal—hadn’t even budged.

“Impossible…!”

“No way! You’re a body cultivator!”

He finally realized something was off and cried out in shock.

Chen Fei chuckled.

“Body cultivator? You tell me.”

The giant sword in his hands roared through the air like a gusting storm, but Chen Fei’s real attention wasn’t on Nangong Ye—it was on Peach Blossom Fairy.

Her strength and techniques far surpassed Nangong Ye’s. Especially after she advanced into the Human Dao Realm and absorbed the Bixue Lotus, Chen Fei was certain that she had yet to show her true strength.

Sure enough, as he forced Nangong Ye back, Peach Blossom Fairy’s expression grew cold.

Her eyes darkened like deep wells of night.

“Chen Fei, submit to our Holy Sect. I’ll grant you immortality—how about it?”

Suddenly, a lotus bloomed within Chen Fei’s sea of consciousness. It appeared out of nowhere, slowly unfolding petal by petal.

And on the lotus throne sat Peach Blossom Fairy—barely clad, seductive and alluring, exuding an irresistible charm that teased and tempted.

“In our sect, dual cultivation leads to eternal harmony, freedom from the burdens of breakthroughs… What say you?”

She beckoned at him with a delicate finger from within the lotus.

The illusion—delivered directly into his soul—was devastatingly potent.

Watching this scene, Nangong Ye’s face darkened with jealousy. He knew exactly what technique she was using. The fact that Chen Fei was seeing all this, while he never had, made his scalp tingle with rage.

But Peach Blossom Fairy had never even glanced at him like that—not once.

Instead, she looked only at Chen Fei, whose body was now enveloped in a layer of white lotus petals. Her eyes shimmered with excitement.

Chen Fei was a rare find—young, strong, and full of potential. Bringing him into the sect would be a tremendous gain.

And truth be told, Peach Blossom Fairy’s allure was near divine. Every move oozed seduction, and any normal man would’ve melted into her arms by now.

Just as Chen Fei’s spiritual consciousness seemed to lean closer to her, his vacant eyes suddenly cleared.

BOOM!

A deep, resonant bell-like sound echoed through his mind, shattering the illusion.

The lotus throne exploded into motes of light.

“PUH!”

Peach Blossom Fairy, who had been glowing with anticipation, suddenly coughed up a mouthful of vital blood. Her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

“Y-You have a soul-protecting treasure?!”

The white lotus petals wrapped around Chen Fei’s body shattered in an instant. He opened his eyes, gaze crystal clear.

“Junior Sister, are you alright?!”

Nangong Ye rushed to her side, worry plastered all over his face as he supported her trembling form.

Peach Blossom Fairy shook her head slightly, her expression deeply shaken.

The mental backlash of a broken soul technique was immense. She had paid a steep price.

“Senior Brother, quick—don’t give him another chance!” she urged.

Nangong Ye’s face darkened.

“Don’t worry. I’ll avenge you right now!”

His confidence surged.

Earlier, when Chen Fei was caught in the illusion, he hadn’t acted for the sake of Peach Blossom Fairy’s pride. But now?

Perfect timing.

“You dare hurt Junior Sister Peach? I’ll rip out your three souls and seven spirits and grind them into dust!”

With a loud stomp, a massive black magic circle emerged beneath his feet.

He tossed several talismans into its perimeter.

“Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts—Rise!”

The array flared to life, and dozens of ghostly apparitions began floating out of the circle.

Though individually weak, together they formed a dense, oppressive force.

Chen Fei’s brows furrowed.

These ghosts were different—far more sinister than any he’d faced before.

“Kill him!”

Nangong Ye’s voice rang out.

The ghosts, with soulless eyes and wooden expressions, raised their heads toward Chen Fei. He immediately felt an eerie chill crawl up his spine.

These aren’t ordinary spirits…

But there was no time to hesitate.

“Ghosts? Then let me help them find peace!”

Chen Fei didn’t flinch.

“Thunder Palm—Strike!”

Crackling bolts of lightning erupted from his hand. The sacred Yang energy instantly obliterated the specters, reducing them to black wisps of smoke.

Yet something strange happened—

Those wisps didn’t vanish. Instead, they were drawn into Chen Fei’s body!

“What the…?”

Chen Fei tensed.

Despite the odd sensation, he didn’t panic.

I’ve got the Void Heaven Cauldron—nothing it can’t handle.

Sure enough, as the strange energy entered him, the cauldron activated.

It absorbed the Yin Qi and converted it into pure energy, which flowed into his Dao Mark.

Chen Fei’s mind lit up, invigorated by the surge.

Such pure energy!

Nangong Ye, watching Chen Fei casually dispatch ghost after ghost, grinned cruelly.

Fool.

Each ghost you destroy sends an overload of extreme Yin energy into your body. Too much of that stuff, and your cultivation will implode!

That was the true danger of his signature technique.

What he didn’t know… was that Chen Fei’s cauldron was a bottomless glutton for energy.

“Hahahaha!”

Nangong Ye laughed maniacally.

Chen Fei simply frowned.

“Chen Fei! You’re digging your own grave! It feels good now, doesn’t it?! Just wait!”

Nangong Ye was practically bouncing with excitement.

But Chen Fei only glanced at him and said calmly:

“Actually… it feels great.”

What?!

Nangong Ye’s face twitched.

Still smug? Fine. Let’s see how long you last!

His fingers formed a seal.

“Explode!”

He expected an internal backlash to erupt within Chen Fei—but nothing happened.

Chen Fei just stood there, completely unaffected.

Nangong Ye’s smile faltered.

Undeterred, he tried again.

“Explode!!”

Chen Fei lifted his hand slowly and muttered,

“Is that it?”

Two simple words hit Nangong Ye like a lightning bolt from above.

Something’s wrong… very wrong.

Panicked now, he made a third attempt.

“Explode!!!”

Still—nothing.

The silence was deafening.

The air grew awkward.

Nangong Ye stared at Chen Fei, whose calm gaze seemed to say:

You were saying?