Heavens' Laughter

Feng Shen didn't bother warning his personal servant about the intense pain that would likely rip through her fragile, mortal body—the sharp burn of the Qi as it would force its way through her system.

He had seen it before, the agony that came with such an infusion of power.

But Feng Shen wasn't concerned with his personal servant's discomfort, not really.

As long as she didn't die or start blaming him for it, he had no intention of sparing her.

Feng Shen was certain his personal servant could handle it—or at least; he hoped she would.

"Alright… Here I go." Taking a deep breath, Yùn Yì steeled herself and brought the core up to her lips.

She parted them slowly, hesitating for just a heartbeat longer, and then swallowed.

The core slid down her throat with surprising weight, its sheer potency sending an uncomfortable warmth radiating from her chest as it settled.

Yùn Yì could feel it beginning to stir within her, a strange, burning sensation rippling outward, prickling every nerve.

"Uh… I don't feel too good…" Her discomfort grew, but she clenched her fists, forcing herself to endure it.

Yùn Yì knew there was no turning back now.

Only seconds later, her pupils dilated, her vision blurring as a sudden, scorching heat surged through her body.

It was as if she'd been set ablaze from within, every vein ignited by the raw Qi of the core.

"Ahhh!" Yùn Yì let out a strangled scream, her initial attempt to hold it back dissolving under the sheer intensity of the pain.

She bit down hard, trying to keep control, but the agony was relentless, twisting through her like molten fire.

Yùn Yì's body trembled as the Qi surged deeper, making her muscles spasm involuntarily.

Unable to contain it, she dropped to her knees on the forest floor, clutching at her chest.

Yùn Yì fought to contain it, her fingers digging into the dirt beneath her, but it was impossible—every breath she took only seemed to feed the fire, the scream escaping her lips again:

"Ahhh!"

Yùn Yì 's bones began to crack and shift under the pressure, filling her ears with unsettling crackling sounds that reverberated inside her skull.

The pain was unlike anything she'd ever known, searing through her with relentless intensity.

Taking a casual step back, Feng Shen glanced at his personal servant's writhing form, knowing this ordeal would likely take a while.

With a sigh, he lowered himself to the forest floor, sitting cross-legged with his cheek propped lazily on his hand.

Feng Shen watched his personal servant with mild disinterest, his fingers tapping rhythmically against his cheek as her screams resounded through the trees.

'Hope it doesn't take too long,' he thought, almost bored, his gaze drifting to the leaves swaying above.

Feng Shen knew this process was necessary—but the wait was already starting to test his patience.

Within Yùn Yì, her meridians forcefully began to expand, surging open to absorb the potent Qi of the core.

Her dantians, once nonexistent, was forming slowly, struggling to contain the raw energy coursing through her.

The foundation of Yùn Yì's Sea of Consciousness took shape—very small.

Her body was helpless under the strain; saliva escaped from her mouth, and her nose ran as she convulsed, overwhelmed by the power she couldn't yet control.

Yùn Yì barely had the awareness to notice, her mind a blur as the Qi within her continued to build, expanding her body's limits to an agonizing extent.

To Feng Shen, his personal servant looked nothing more than a dying animal. Her body spasming uncontrollably as she writhed on the ground.

Her pitiful screams were almost comical to him, and he couldn't help but suppress a chuckle, a dark amusement flickering in his golden eyes.

As Feng Shen watched his personal servant in pain, his mind began to wander, imagining the future.

He envisioned the moment she would realize the truth—that she had been nothing more than a tool, a pawn in his hands all along.

The thought sent a thrill through Feng Shen, picturing her face contorted in despair as the weight of her naivety crushed her.

The twisted satisfaction of it all was too delicious to ignore.

'Ah~ it'll be so beautiful~.' Feng Shen thought to himself.

As the minutes dragged on, the pain Yùn Yì had been feeling slowly began to ebb away, not because it was gone, but because her body was adapting to it.

Her muscles, once rigid with agony, began to relax as the overwhelming force of the Qi gradually settled into her system.

Yùn Yì's Absolute Zero Physique kicked in, instinctively fighting back against the overwhelming surge of energy.

Small tendrils of ice began to form inside her body, spreading like a protective web, encasing her vulnerable organs—her heart, lungs, and other vital areas—in an armor of frost.

The cold spread slowly, but it was enough to shield Yùn Yi from the worst of the pain, providing a thin, fragile barrier against the fire inside her.

However, she had no way of knowing the true nature of the changes occurring inside her.

All Yùn Yi could focus on was the overwhelming sensation of relief, as if something was guiding her through the storm of pain.

'It had to be the Second Young Master who helped me.'

Yùn Yi turned her head slightly, her gaze shifting to him, her heart swelling with gratitude.

Her eyes softened as they fixed on the Second Young Master, a quiet reverence in them as she silently thanked him for the help he had given her.@@novelbin@@

A small, almost imperceptible blush crept up Yùn Yi's cheeks, a warmth spreading through her as she thought of how fortunate she was to serve someone like him.

As more time passed, the sharp sting of pain that had plagued her slowly dissipated, leaving only a residual warmth in its place.

Yùn Yì felt a strange, unfamiliar sensation building within her—an energy coursing through her veins, sharpening her senses and strengthening her body in ways she had never imagined.

"… I feel so powerful…" she whispered under her breath.

Yùn Yì's limbs, once trembling and weak, now felt solid and capable. She felt like she was being reborn.

Unable to contain the joy that surged through her, she slowly pushed herself up from the forest floor. Her smile bloomed on her face, wide and bright.

As Yùn Yì stood, the ice she had instinctively formed inside her began to melt away, its protective function no longer necessary as her body had stabilized and adapted to the Qi.

Feng Shen glanced at his personal servant, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched her.

He had been idly counting the birds that flitted across the darkened sky, lost in his own thoughts as the time passed.

The process was quicker than he had expected, but it seemed the core had done its work.

With a casual stretch, Feng Shen finally stood up, dusting off his robes.

His expression was still indifferent, though there was a hint of satisfaction in his golden eyes.

After all, Feng Shen was fattening up this pig to eat all the benefits.

The stronger she got, the happier he was.

"Well, it seems you're officially a cultivator now," Feng Shen said. "Congratulations."

Badump. Badump. Badump.

Hearing those words: "you're officially a cultivator now."

Yùn Yì's felt her heart race as emotions she had never quite understood before overwhelmed her.

Without thinking, she launched herself toward the Second Young Master, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.

Yùn Yì's body trembled with a mixture of joy, relief, and gratitude.

She couldn't help the tears that slipped down her cheeks as she held onto the Second Young Master.

"Thank you… Truly, thank you… Because of you… I... I finally did it." Yùn Yì whispered, her voice trembling with overwhelming gratitude.

"Uh~ sure…?" Feng Shen responded. Rubbing the back of his head as if to shake off the lingering feeling of discomfort.

He had braced himself, fully thinking that his personal servant was about to try and kill him.

After all, despite molding her, conditioning her into something obedient.

Deep down, Feng Shen knew humans were unpredictable—fickle creatures who could easily betray.

With one of his hands concealed behind his back, gripping the black fan that was poised to sever his personal servant's head, he subtly eased himself out of her embrace.

Suddenly... Feng Shen began to sweat.

"Now, now. You must be hungry, yes?" He asked, grinding his teeth.

Feng Shen was fighting the urge to end his personal servant's life right then and there.

'Kill. Kill. Kill. KILL! KILL! KILL!!!'

Those thoughts resounded relentlessly in Feng Shen's mind, a constant, maddening drumbeat that surged very randomly.

Feng Shen couldn't control these random outbursts of bloodlust, nor could he predict when they would strike.

His very instincts couldn't help but scream for blood.

Yet, Feng Shen fought to keep his composure, forcing himself to remain in control, even as the violent urges threatened to overtake him.

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However, he knew he couldn't keep the bloodlust contained for much longer.

The pressure was building, and Feng Shen could feel the urge to release it before it consumed him entirely.

"Sur—" Yùn Yì was about to respond, ready to agree about getting food, but in the next second, she blinked, and the Second Young Master had vanished from where he had been standing.

She froze, eyes wide in disbelief, her words caught in her throat. There was no trace of him.

"Second Young Master, where did you go?"