Chapter 428 Night Raid

“Keep that thing away from me! I’ll give you the Formless Cultivation Method right now!” Yin Tianfeng finally cracked. If it weren’t for the special nature of the Purple Clarity Palace, he would’ve rather self-destructed his soul than continue enduring this.

Unfortunately for him, he couldn’t.

“You’re in no position to bargain,” Chen Fei replied coldly. But with a flick of his hand, he sent Ancestor Qu’a’s chattering head flying into the distance.

Without the relentless rambling, Yin Tianfeng’s spirit stabilized—slightly.

“Thirty times! That lunatic described the exact spot he used to pee thirty different ways! Not a single one repeated!” Yin Tianfeng’s soul trembled violently. “I’ll give you the Formless Method—but one condition: destroy my soul!”

Chen Fei chuckled. “Give me the method, and I’ll give you a quiet room.”

“No problem!” Yin Tianfeng didn’t hesitate for even a breath. He was terrified Chen Fei might change his mind.

Naturally, Chen Fei didn’t fully trust him. But since Yin Tianfeng’s soul was still intact, he could not only explain the Formless Method but also simulate its circulation in real time.

What truly reassured Chen Fei, however, was the Myriad Dao Scripture.

The Myriad Dao Scripture inherently had the ability to simulate and analyze other cultivation methods. Chen Fei had always overlooked this function, but now, with Yin Tianfeng’s live demonstration, it kicked into gear, beginning to fully absorb the Formless Method.

Chen Fei didn’t rush. His Qi was still being devoured by that gluttonous Heaven Silkworm Gu. Without first resolving this issue, he couldn’t cultivate a new technique anyway. Better to let the Myriad Dao Scripture process things slowly.

“You’ve been quite cooperative,” Chen Fei said, waving his hand to open a side hall in the Purple Clarity Palace. “This room is yours. Only you can enter.”

Yin Tianfeng darted inside without a word and slammed the door shut.

Qu’a’s head floated back into view, disappointment flashing across his face. But he picked up a broom and began sweeping without complaint.

Chen Fei didn’t say anything further. He withdrew his consciousness, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

But his expression quickly shifted. He furrowed his brow and looked toward the tent entrance.

The Northern Wastes at night were bone-chilling, with almost no creatures venturing out unless they had special constitutions. So the sudden appearance of several fast-moving Qi signatures meant something was off.

Chen Fei’s eyes gleamed coldly.

Were these intruders after Mo Qing’s group?

Being a Seeker was a high-risk profession. The wilds of the Northern Wastes weren’t just filled with deadly beasts and bitter cold. The real threats were human.

Especially since they were now just a day’s journey from Zhenbei City—a prime area for bandits and ambushes.

Even with basic information, Chen Fei had figured this out. Mo Qing and his team surely knew it better.

As the Qi signatures drew closer, a sharp explosion broke the silence.

Mo Qing shot out of his tent, eyes icy. “No mercy. Kill them all!”

In the Northern Wastes, mercy got you killed. If you hesitated, you’d end up as someone else’s dinner.

Mo Qing’s group wasn’t extremely powerful—most were in the Qi Condensation Realm, with a few peak Dao Realm cultivators—but their teamwork was flawless.

They were all hardened veterans who had survived countless life-and-death missions. If they didn’t know how to stay alive, they’d already be dead.

The two sides clashed quickly.

Nearby, Qin Ba-Tou stood by Mo Qing, face serious. He shot a quick glance toward Chen Fei’s tent, subtly signaling to Mo Qing.

Mo Qing shook his head.

Qin Ba-Tou didn’t push it.

He was a veteran with a fearsome reputation in the Northern Wastes, but limited talent had capped his cultivation at the Dao Realm. With age weakening his blood and Qi, just maintaining his current level was already a miracle.

The battle dragged on.

Mo Qing’s expression grew darker by the minute.

After observing the black-clothed attackers’ techniques, a bitter smile crept onto his face.

Qin Ba-Tou also frowned.

Unlike the Seeker team, Qin Ba-Tou was only a hired escort. According to Northern Wastes custom, even if you were ambushed, sacrificing some valuables was usually enough to avoid bloodshed. Most people didn’t want things to escalate.

“I’ll go speak to them,” Qin Ba-Tou said, turning to Mo Qing.

Despite the current clash, no one had been seriously injured yet. If they could avoid fatalities, there was still hope for negotiation.

But Mo Qing shook his head with a bitter sigh. “The cargo is valuable, but I’m not so stubborn that I wouldn’t pay a toll if it came to that.”

He clenched his fists. “But they’re not after the goods. They’re here for me.”

Qin Ba-Tou’s face darkened.

If it were just a robbery, his status as an escort might shield him. But if this was a targeted hit, they’d kill everyone—him included.

This kind of raid was the most dangerous.

“Come out, Mo Han!” Mo Qing shouted.

A silvery, bell-like laugh echoed in response. A brawny woman emerged, grinning.

Her voice was sweet and delicate—but her appearance was anything but. With a hulking build and rugged features, the contrast was enough to make anyone’s skin crawl.

“Dear Brother Qing, I knew you’d recognize me right away!” she said, twirling a lock of hair coyly.

But her “flirty” motion was more terrifying than seductive.

In a flash, Mo Han appeared in front of one of the Seekers.

Before the man could react, she had him by the throat.

“Are you laughing at me?” she asked sweetly, though her eyes were filled with killing intent.

The Dao Realm cultivator struggled desperately, pouring all his Qi into breaking free—but couldn’t move at all.

She lifted him into the air like a ragdoll, then slammed him into the ground.

The earth quaked from the impact.

With a sickening crack, the Seeker’s bones shattered under her heel. He died instantly.

The rest of the Seekers all stepped back in unison, eyes wide with fear. Before them stood a human-shaped dragon.

Mo Han, seemingly pleased by their reaction, smiled brightly.

“Brother Qing,” she cooed, “you really shouldn’t have left the clan like that. The patriarch wasn’t happy. Come back with me, okay? I’ll beg him to forgive you.”

Mo Qing’s expression was like iron. He took a deep breath. “Is the Mo Clan still the Mo Clan we once knew?”

Mo Han’s eyes turned cold.

“If you don’t know what’s good for you,” she said, voice icy beneath her sweet tone, “don’t blame your little sister for being ruthless.”

Mo Qing clenched his jade pendant tightly. A flicker of despair passed through his eyes.

And just then…

A cold, emotionless voice rang out from the tent:

“It’s the middle of the night. Can’t you morons shut up? Get lost.”