The Little Doctor Fairy nodded silently and rushed alone toward the milky-white crack in the sky.
"Ye Feng, you're letting her go alone? Are you really that confident?" Yun Yun asked, her voice tinged with concern.
Ye Feng replied calmly, "I've already told her everything she needs to know. If she still fails to obtain the Pure Lotus Demonic Flame, then perhaps fate simply hasn't chosen her."
The Pure Lotus Demonic Flame—ranked second on the Heavenly Flame list—was not something easily subdued. Before entering the sealed space where it rested, Ye Feng had warned Xiao Yixian that her first trial would be an illusion. With her Spirit Emperor-level soul, such an illusion should pose no threat to her. Besides, Ye Feng had thoroughly prepared her.
Beyond that, she would face deeper layers of illusion—real and unreal blending together. Ye Feng reminded her that the first Pure Lotus Flame she would encounter was not the true one; its strength would reflect her heart.
If she saw it as invincible, then it would be. If she believed it to be nothing more than an ant, then so it would be.
Finally, she would reach the real world—a realm of endless magma. The key to subduing the flame lay in the drop of liquid Ye Feng refined from four remnants of the Pure Lotus Flame illustrations. That droplet, infused with the residual energy of the Pure Lotus Flame Saint, could allow his spirit to briefly manifest. With his guidance, refining the flame would become possible.
At that stage, Xiao Yixian would use Ye Feng's elixir to complete the process.
If even after all this she failed... then she truly lacked the fate to wield such power.
"You didn't come here just to tame the flame, did you?" Queen Medusa asked, watching Ye Feng intently. "You came to stop anyone else from being sacrificed. You want to save the strong who were lured here."
Ye Feng's lips curled slightly. "You're mistaken. I just came to admire the view."
Queen Medusa smiled wryly, shaking her head. "Always pretending to be cold when your heart burns with warmth. I really can't figure you out."
Suddenly—
Crack!
A sharp rupture echoed through the air as a streak of rainbow light slashed across the void.
"He's here," Ye Feng said as he stood up.
"Who?" Yun Yun asked.
"Xiao Yan."
The moment the name was spoken, Xiao Yu's expression darkened, and fury surged in her phoenix eyes.
Ever since Xiao Yan stole the Little Fallen Heart Flame from Jia Nan Academy, the Xiao family had been imprisoned. Xiao Zhan, Xiao Ding, and Xiao Li had all died in captivity. If Ye Feng hadn't intervened, the Xiao bloodline might have been wiped out entirely.
Xiao Yu clenched her fists. She would never forget that it was Xiao Yan who brought such calamity to their family.
Brilliant clouds spread across the sky as a chilling yin energy permeated the heavens. The land scorched by the Pure Lotus Flame began to bloom again—lush grass and radiant flowers sprouting where death once reigned.
"To restore vitality to dead land... is this the power of a Dou Di?" Yun Yun whispered.
"Xiao Yan, you're here," Ye Feng said, his tone eerily casual.
From amidst the peony blossoms blooming above the clouds, a pale young man emerged. He sat cross-legged within the largest flower, lips curved in a cold smile.
"Haha, Ye Feng... You're not the only one who can ascend to the realm of Dou Di."
Just a year ago, he had been an ant in Ye Feng's eyes. Now, he stood at the same level, looking down with pride.
Ye Feng narrowed his eyes. "Xiao Yan, what happened to your body? Why is your yang energy so weak? And that yin energy... it's not natural. Don't tell me—did you castrate yourself?"
Gasps echoed.
Even Ye Feng's women stared at Xiao Yan in stunned silence.
There were countless paths to Dou Di. Yuan Qi was merely one. The ancient inheritance of the Tuoshe Emperor, for example, bypassed it entirely. Still, few expected Xiao Yan to go this far.
His appearance confirmed it: fair, delicate skin; willow-like brows; lips clearly tinted with rouge; and a colorful peony-shaped seal glowing between his brows.
"Victory writes the rules," Xiao Yan said coldly. "I walked the path others feared. So what if I changed? Nalan Yanran! Today, I too stand as a Dou Di. Thirty years east, thirty years west—have you ever regretted breaking our engagement?"
Nalan Yanran met his gaze without flinching. "Never. If I had married someone like you, I would've killed myself. To trade your manhood for power? It's disgraceful."
"Disgraceful? If I win today, no one will dare mock me! I'll make you my slave and torment you until you beg for death!" Xiao Yan spat.
Ye Feng stepped forward. "Xiao Yan, you won't have that chance."
Xiao Yan's laugh echoed through the sky. "You're not the only Dou Di now, Ye Feng. Let's see who has the last laugh."
He raised his arms, and a whirlwind of colorful embroidery needles exploded from his body. They danced in the air, forming a radiant sea of flowers around Ye Feng.
"Flower Burial."
The needles formed a massive formation. A strange fragrance wafted through the battlefield.
Even those watching from afar—Nalan Yanran, Yun Yun, Queen Medusa, and the ancient dragon Zi Yan—felt their consciousness slipping.
One by one, they fell.
Within the formation, the sea of flowers began to draw in life energy from the unconscious women.
Ye Feng stood unmoved.
"This is your trump card?"
He exhaled slowly. A golden aura several centimeters thick exploded from his body. With one clenched fist, the space around him began to shatter.
Rip!
With a pull of his arm, Ye Feng tore the entire Flower Burial formation apart. Then, with a single punch, he sent a massive black fist roaring toward Xiao Yan, shattering the air as it flew.
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