Chapter 429 Foolish Girl

Mo Han’s bashful smile froze on her face as she slowly turned toward the tent nestled in the mountain hollow.

A tent refined into a magical artifact was no ordinary item—clearly, its owner was not a simple person.

“Who said that?! Get out here!” Mo Han’s eyes flashed with killing intent. She reached for her waist and hurled a beam of black light toward the tent.

But just before the black light struck, it disintegrated with a thunderous crash.

In the next instant, a sword light tore through the darkness of the Northern Wastes.

Mo Han’s expression changed drastically. “Peak Origin Realm? No…!”

The sword light arrived before her in the blink of an eye and then shattered, releasing a storm of sword qi that shot out in all directions like a swarm of arrows.

Seemingly chaotic, the blasts were eerily precise—each one struck the black-clothed intruders, blasting them off their feet.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Han turned and fled, not sparing a word or a glance at her subordinates. She vanished into the night.

Mo Qing and the others exchanged bewildered looks before turning to glance at the aged elder among the Seekers.

This was Mo Changfeng, the Mo Clan’s Third Elder—a peak Origin Realm cultivator and Mo Qing’s strongest backup.

Mo Changfeng stood still, visibly stunned by that single sword strike.

To ordinary onlookers, it seemed no more than a powerful attack from someone at the peak of the Origin Realm. But only someone at that very level could truly understand how terrifyingly refined that strike had been.

After a long pause, Mo Changfeng looked solemnly at the tent and nodded at Mo Qing.

Mo Qing’s face tensed with conflict.

At that moment, Chen Fei’s voice rang out again from the tent. “So… you’re still not giving up?”

As his words fell, the tightly shut tent flap opened slightly. A long sword flew out.

In the dark, no one could see the sword’s appearance—just a gleam of cold light vanishing into the shadows.

“Ahhh!!”

A blood-curdling scream tore through the night, followed by the sword returning and circling back.

Chen Fei’s voice echoed, this time colder than ever:

“If I see you again, I won’t stop at taking just one arm. Now get lost.”

His words spread far and wide across the night, and even the snow-covered beasts hiding nearby fled in terror.

Compared to humans, they were far more attuned to danger. After sensing the terrifying power in that one sword, none dared linger. They bolted as fast as they could.

Chen Fei’s voice came again: “Rest up. We leave for Zhenbei City in the morning.” The tent flap shut.

No one even dared to breathe loudly. All eyes turned to Mo Qing.

He was the leader. Everyone waited for his command.

Mo Qing glanced once more at Chen Fei’s tent, then waved his hand. “Get some rest. Do not disturb that senior.”

Inside the tent, Ji Wugou, who had been pretending to sleep with her eyes shut, suddenly opened them.

She spoke with her back to Chen Fei, “I recognized that aura just now—it’s someone from the Xuan Yue Sect.”

“Mhm,” Chen Fei replied simply, not elaborating.

Ji Wugou waited for more, but when he said nothing, she grew pouty again. She gave a soft humph and scooted closer to him.

“If you move again, you’re sleeping outside,” Chen Fei said coldly.

Yet for some reason, this tone made Ji Wugou feel oddly pleased. She muttered something under her breath and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Though embarrassed, she was actually quite content with how things turned out today—delicious food, a warm tent, and most importantly… a strange sense of security.

Meanwhile, Chen Fei lay still, but his awareness was fully focused on observing the Heaven Silkworm Gu, which was curled atop the Void Sky Cauldron, its mouth continuously twitching as it extracted his qi strand by strand like unraveling silk.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar qi infiltrated Chen Fei’s body—and was immediately devoured by the Heaven Silkworm Gu.

Chen Fei’s eyes snapped open. This qi…!

To confirm his suspicion, he watched the silkworm’s every movement closely.

Beside him, Ji Wugou was sound asleep… even snoring.

Then, another thread of qi emerged—from her body—and was devoured by the silkworm.

Chen Fei had initially been wary, wondering if Ji Wugou was just faking sleep and planning revenge.

But clearly, she was just a secondary snack.

The Heaven Silkworm Gu had been siphoning off her qi too, slowly draining it empty.

Though Chen Fei’s own qi was vast and thick—making him the main course—it clearly found Ji Wugou’s energy a nice side dish.

“This thing is too damn overbearing…” Chen Fei was stunned.

But considering it was a treasure gifted by the Ghost King, its absurd properties kind of made sense.

Now that he understood his qi depletion, Chen Fei felt slightly reassured. He shut his eyes again and turned his focus inward—refining and improving the Myriad Dao Scripture.

After absorbing the Formless Method, the Myriad Dao Scripture might become even more efficient at absorbing and generating qi.

If it could increase the supply, maybe he could feed the silkworm until it was full. In a way… that could also help him maintain strong internal energy.

In the Northern Wastes, daylight was painfully short. Overcast skies and constant snowfall made the whole land feel even more suffocating.

Mo Qing hadn’t slept a wink. When the sky began to brighten just a little, he finally couldn’t hold it in and walked toward Chen Fei’s tent.

He hesitated at the entrance, pacing in thought. How should he bring this up? Would he be disturbing the senior?

But just as he approached, Chen Fei’s eyes opened inside the tent.

His chest felt heavy.

He looked down to find Ji Wugou wrapped around him, arms and legs clinging like an octopus. Her lips were slightly puckered, making her look oddly cute.

Chen Fei frowned and gently pushed her head aside.

How on earth had a Human Dao cultivator ended up like this? Despite all his efforts, Ji Wugou remained dead asleep!

With no other choice, Chen Fei carefully extricated himself and walked quietly to the tent’s entrance.

Back on the bed, Ji Wugou’s eyelids trembled. She peeked through a small slit in her eyes and saw Chen Fei’s back turned.

She breathed a huge sigh of relief.

So embarrassing! But his aura was so warm and comforting, she couldn’t help it—her body had moved on its own.

She’d already woken up when he tried to push her off… but embarrassment forced her to keep pretending to sleep.

After all, no one can wake a person who’s pretending to sleep.

Of course, in Chen Fei’s eyes, her antics were just childish.

Did she not know cultivators could sense someone’s heartbeat and breathing with divine sense? This girl was hopelessly naive. Was she really the great heiress of the hidden Ji Clan?

Chen Fei didn’t bother commenting. He looked toward the tent’s entrance and called out softly, “Come in.”

Mo Qing, who had been debating how to speak, froze in place.

Then he turned toward the tent, a look of resolve flashing in his eyes.