Chapter 385 Vicious and Venomous Woman

Among everyone in the Tianqing Holy Land, only Miao Yue knew the full truth about Chen Fei and Qin Shuang.

The moment she saw Qin Shuang caress her abdomen, Miao Yue’s expression turned ice cold.

“That shameless slut!” she cursed through gritted teeth.

Her brother Miao Teng looked at her in surprise.

His usually cheerful and optimistic sister was using such venomous words for the first time—this alone told him that Chen Fei and that woman had a history.

Scratching his chin, Miao Teng turned his attention back to the stage.

“I should be thanking you,” Qin Shuang’s cold voice reached Chen Fei through voice transmission.

“If it weren’t for this little bastard, I wouldn’t have received my Master’s full support!”

She wasn’t foolish enough to say it aloud, but that made it no less vile.

Chen Fei knew just how ruthless this woman could be in her pursuit of power.

But it was the child inside her who truly deserved pity.

“What exactly do you want?” Chen Fei asked grimly.

It was obvious—Qin Shuang had come for the Ghost King Token.

Chen Fei was even prepared for her to threaten him for it.

But she only sneered.

“What do I want? I want you to watch all the people you care about be torn apart by my hands! I want you to realize that you’ll always be a useless waste! A cripple!”

Her words were manic.

And indeed—ever since she ripped out his spiritual roots, she had descended into madness.

Chen Fei narrowed his eyes and stared at her.

Qin Shuang responded with a sweet smile—then leapt onto Cold Moon Saintess’s stage.

She turned back and said coldly:

“I know she has feelings for you. Don’t bother denying it—I believe in a woman’s sixth sense.”

“So now, I’ll kill her in front of you!”

Qin Shuang was cruel, selfish, and utterly insane—but she wasn’t stupid.

Cold Moon had recently broken through to the Human Dao Realm, and her unique icy energy made her a difficult opponent for most cultivators.

Yet Qin Shuang spoke with full confidence that she could kill her.

That made Chen Fei deeply wary.

He knew Qin Shuang’s strength well. Even if she had grown rapidly, she was only in the Human Dao Realm—same as Cold Moon.

But her master, Dingshan, was at the peak of the Heavenly Dao Realm.

That alone made Qin Shuang a dangerous wildcard.

“Be careful, Senior Sister Cold Moon,” Chen Fei warned.

Cold Moon’s face remained frosty. Surrounded by so many onlookers, she showed little emotion—only nodded in silence.

Qin Shuang scoffed.

“Oh, what a tender little romance. Disgusting!”

Cold Moon’s brow furrowed. Her gaze toward Qin Shuang sharpened.

Qin Shuang noticed it and laughed coldly.

“What, feeling provoked? Good. Get up. I’ll personally send you to hell.”

Her madness excited the demonic cultivators.

Just earlier, they had been suppressed by Chen Fei.

Now that Qin Shuang had shown up and momentarily overshadowed Chen Fei’s aura, they began cheering wildly.

Cold Moon didn’t waste time.

She raised her arm gently—ice spikes formed and shot toward Qin Shuang in a probing strike.

Qin Shuang’s eyes suddenly snapped open.

And this time, her pupils transformed.

Triple-Pupiled Spirit Eyes.

Though Qin Shuang was facing away, Chen Fei recognized the technique instantly.

And she had clearly trained it to mastery—undoubtedly with Dingshan’s help.

But the Spirit Eyes alone weren’t enough to defeat Cold Moon.

So what was her real trump card?

Chen Fei narrowed his eyes.

Just as the ice spikes neared Qin Shuang, they suddenly twisted midair and shot back toward Cold Moon.

Unfazed, Cold Moon waved her sleeve, and the spikes shattered.

“That all you’ve got?” Qin Shuang scoffed, stepping forward.

Cold Moon frowned slightly and attacked again—this time with a wave of icy aura.

But again, something strange happened—the freezing energy veered and turned back toward her.

The cause was clear—Qin Shuang’s Spirit Eyes were interfering.

Cold Moon realized it and tapped the ground lightly.

Crystals of ice began to sprout from the floor.

Spikes of frost shot up from beneath Qin Shuang’s feet.

But Qin Shuang didn’t dodge.

The spikes shattered on contact, unable to pierce her.

“What’s the point of these childish probes?” Qin Shuang snorted and revealed her true weapon—a black parasol in her hand.

The moment it appeared, dark clouds gathered above her.

“That’s the Yinshade Umbrella! That wretch!” Mu Yunsu jumped to her feet.

This parasol was a notorious dark artifact, forged through eighty-one mass soul sacrifices—each requiring the deaths of at least ten thousand mortals.

Once summoned, it generated autonomous Yinshade, and when paired with the right techniques, it was terrifying.

Many spectators recognized the item and visibly paled.

“I thought she was just a pretty face. Turns out she’s a monster.”

“Eighty-one sacrifices of ten thousand each… how many lives has she taken?!”

“No wonder she waited until the karmic fire was gone. That umbrella would’ve turned her to ash!”

Even Yan Wujiao frowned.

Even in the Sacred Sect, where morality was fluid, this umbrella was seen as wasteful and excessive.

Why? Because it consumed all spiritual essence from the souls it devoured—nothing could be reused.

Even the Sacred Sect had abandoned such methods.

Still, Qin Shuang’s background was too influential, and Yan Wujiao had no choice but to look the other way.

Qin Shuang ignored the angry cries and glares of the crowd.

To her, there was only one thing that mattered—power.

And she would do anything to obtain it.

Cold Moon’s eyes chilled further. She recognized the umbrella and spat coldly:

“You deserve to die.”

“Heh… In this world, only strength is eternal!” Qin Shuang sneered.

“Ordinary people are just herbs to be plucked. You all claim to uphold justice—what a joke. In front of real power, there is no justice!”

With that, she opened the Yinshade Umbrella.

A wave of inky black mist erupted into the sky—rushing toward Cold Moon.

“Frost Domain—open!” Cold Moon reacted instantly, activating her domain.

Frost clung to her body as her silhouette became shrouded in shadow.

“It’s useless,” Qin Shuang said coldly.

“Your struggle is meaningless.”

This umbrella was the reason she dared to face Chen Fei again.

Last time, she lost completely. But she refused to believe it was anything but bad luck.

This time, she would prove herself.

To the world.

To Chen Fei.

To everyone who thought they could suppress her—

Qin Shuang would make them all kneel.