Chapter 392 Soul Bone

Tianqing Holy Land – Rear Mountain.

Chen Fei stood before the Tianqing Ancestor, his eyes showing clear concern.

The old man smirked, unusually lighthearted.

“What? Think I’m done for?”

Chen Fei shook his head but hesitated to speak.

The ancestor gave him a glance and chuckled.

“It’s fine. My strike today confirmed a few things.”

Seeing Chen Fei’s confusion, the ancestor didn’t explain too much.

“I may be injured, but those bastards didn’t get off easy either. Gui Yunzi took a direct hit—he won’t show up for at least a year. That Drought Fiend Corpse got struck by lightning—he’ll need at least half a year to recover.”

Then, looking at Chen Fei seriously:

“That’s the maximum amount of time I’ve bought for you.”

“When they recover… the true calamity will descend. After that, you’re on your own.”

Chen Fei nodded firmly.

Since arriving at Tianqing Holy Land, it had taken him only half a year to reach his current cultivation from just half a step into the Dao Realm.

Thanks to his insights within the Caged Dream, he was now only one step away from the Earth Dao Realm!

With that kind of progress, and another six months to stabilize, he was confident he could break through.

Especially since, according to the ancestor, that’s exactly how much time he had left.

Then there was the matter of the Ghost King Hall.

“Ancestor, that Ghost King Hall…” Chen Fei asked cautiously.

The ancestor narrowed his eyes.

“The Ghost King Hall is highly coveted for one particular reason—Soul Bones.”

“Soul Bones?” Chen Fei frowned.

Without wasting words, the old man raised a hand, and a glowing emerald-green bone hovered in his palm.

“This is a Soul Bone. After fusing with one, you gain control over a new type of Dao Force.”

“The more soul bones you fuse with, the more insights you gain. The better your chances of stepping into the Heavenly Dao Realm.” The ancestor looked at him meaningfully.

Chen Fei nodded slowly. In fact, this reminded him of the Evil God’s Finger he had obtained from Wang Fang.

Back then, he hadn’t thought much of it, but with the help of the Void Heaven Cauldron, he had absorbed the power within it.

Now it seemed… the Evil God’s Finger might be something similar to a Soul Bone.

And the Void Heaven Cauldron could absorb Dao Force almost perfectly. If that was the case, then Soul Bones would offer far more than ordinary elixirs.

No doubt—entering the Ghost King Hall would give him a huge leap in strength.

When Chen Fei left the rear mountain, he didn’t return directly to Shaocui Peak, but instead headed toward the palace of the Cold Moon Saintess—Ice Peak.

Unlike other core disciples, the Cold Moon Saintess was known for her reclusive and eccentric nature. Ice Peak was far from Shaocui Peak and eerily quiet—even lacking servants.

After being injured, her pride wouldn’t allow her to ask for help. She was likely enduring alone.

“Who’s there?” The Cold Moon Saintess sat in the familiar corridor of her palace. Hearing footsteps, she frowned and looked up.

Everyone at Tianqing Holy Land knew that Ice Peak didn’t welcome visitors. And after that embarrassing defeat… her mood was understandably worse.

“How’s your injury, Senior Sister Cold Moon?” Chen Fei walked steadily toward her, ignoring her frosty expression.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, turning her head toward the scenery.

The fact that she hadn’t driven him away was already a huge concession. That Chen Fei had come… stirred her heart a little.

Chen Fei knew her temperament well. Without asking permission, he walked right into the corridor.

Seeing her avert her gaze like a sulking girl, Chen Fei suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

The Cold Moon Saintess was stunned. She quickly turned her head in disbelief.

“You—what are you doing?!”

Chen Fei inwardly rolled his eyes. He’d seen everything he shouldn’t by now. But knowing that her cold nature came with a reason, he didn’t explain—he just held her wrist firmly.

“Healing,” he said simply, then frowned.

The Cold Moon Saintess stared at his side profile, emotions stirring.

Just then, Chen Fei suddenly reached toward her abdomen.

“What are you doing?!” she was utterly shocked.

She never expected him to be so bold! In broad daylight, even if they had once shared intimate moments, how could he dare!?

But while she was still frozen in disbelief, Chen Fei pulled aside her garments and revealed the horrifying wound beneath.

“Ridiculous!” Chen Fei scolded sharply, genuinely angry now.

“It’s none of your business!” she snapped back, turning her head away, the very image of proud defiance.

Chen Fei, however, completely ignored her.

This woman’s crazy!

Such a serious injury, and she was trying to endure it in silence?

His anger peaked. Without another word, he lifted her into his arms.

The Cold Moon Saintess had never been treated like this before!

Even if they’d had a physical relationship before, being carried like a sack of rice still filled her with shame.

“Don’t move!” Chen Fei barked, giving her a light slap on the backside.

She froze.

What just happened?

Did he really just do that!?

Her mind went blank. The shock worked to Chen Fei’s advantage—at least she wasn’t struggling.

He carried her to her bed.

But seeing how cold and empty the room was, Chen Fei frowned.

“Forget it. This place is too lifeless—you can’t recover here. You’re coming to my place.”

His words finally snapped her out of her daze.

She immediately struggled, cold energy flaring up to try and break free.

But Chen Fei’s grip was calm and steady.

“Enough! If you don’t heal properly, you’ll be left with lasting damage. Just listen to me!”

Despite his harsh tone, her eyes reddened.

Then she said something that stunned him:

“Why are you doing this? I don’t need your help!”

Chen Fei gave her a look.

This girl’s full of resentment.

Probably… something to do with Qin Shuang.

Seeing her acting like a pouting little woman, Chen Fei decided not to press harder.

“The food at Tianxin Pavilion is decent. I’ll have meals sent over every day. I’ll also make your medicine personally.” He sighed.

Finally, she stopped resisting. After thinking for a moment, she silently followed behind him.

But on Shaocui Peak, many disciples were already gathered.

Seeing the Cold Moon Saintess quietly walking behind Chen Fei—they all exchanged stunned glances.

Even though her expression was as cold as ever, her heart pounded.

She regretted it a little now.

Why did I listen to Chen Fei and come to Shaocui Peak…!?