Heavens' Laughter

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The Sky Tyrant burst through the clouds.

In another desperate attempt to shake off this pest, it began spinning sideways, rotating its colossal body in rapid, erratic circles.

Each spin was a blur of motion.

However, the frantic spinning seemed to have no effect on Feng Shen.

He had already inflicted a deep wound in the Sky Tyrant's belly.

Now, with his hand buried inside the wound, Feng Shen gritted his teeth and began tearing at the flesh, his fingers digging deeper.

The Sky Tyrant let out a tortured screech:

"ki-ki-ki-ki-kee!!!"

Feng Shen was relentless. His focus was singular, unwavering—he was dead-set on claiming the core.

He continued to tear into the Sky Tyrant's body with brutal efficiency.

Each movement was calculated, each tear of flesh a step closer to what he wanted.

Finally, Feng Shen carved a wide enough path through the Sky Tyrant's flesh, where the gaping wound was large enough for him to crawl inside.

And so, Feng Shen pushed his head into the gaping wound, forcing his way deeper into the creature's body.

The slick, warm interior of the Sky Tyrant pressed uncomfortably against him as he crawled forward, each movement strained as he wedged himself further inside.

Feng Shen's body contorted, his form sliding through the thick, blood-soaked flesh of the Sky Tyrant.

Each movement was a struggle as he navigated the viscous, twitching interior, the walls of flesh pressing in around him.

The stench was overwhelming, the rancid odor of organs and spilled blood suffocating him with its foulness as it clung to his skin and filled his lungs.

However, Feng Shen didn't truly mind. He inhaled the stench deeply, savoring the acrid scent as if it were a rare delicacy.

His golden eyes glinted with satisfaction as he finally found what he was searching for.

"Found it!" Feng Shen muttered to himself, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

With the core now in his grasp, he could feel the surge of Qi just waiting to be absorbed.

Consuming this core would accelerate Feng Shen's cultivation, allowing him to grow stronger in a fraction of the time it would normally take.

Until now, he had been frustrated with the slow pace of his progress, but this—this was the breakthrough he needed.

Feng Shen could finally ascend rapidly to a higher level.

With a firm grip, he latched onto the core, his fingers gripping onto it.

"You're mine now!"

Feng Shen wrenched the core free from the Sky Tyrant's flesh, the connection between them snapping with a sickening pop as he tore it away, feeling the violent tremor of its last pulse before it was fully severed.

It was at that moment that the monstrous creature, which had been soaring erratically through the air, finally succumbed.

With a final, agonized roar:

"ki-ki-ki-ki-kee!!!"

The Sky Tyrant went limp, its immense form plummeting toward the forest below with terrifying speed.

It descended like an asteroid, its massive bulk slicing through the clouds in a violent descent, as it rushed toward the ground with unstoppable force.

Still inside, Feng Shen was tossed about by the chaotic movement.

The flesh around him shifted violently, but he remained unbothered. His mood was unwavering.

Without any sense of urgency, Feng Shen navigated the twisted interior, pushing his way through the thick, wet walls of flesh.

Finally, he reached the gaping wound — his way out.

Without a second thought, Feng Shen propelled himself out, leaping through the hole and into the open air, free from the Sky Tyrant's insides.

"I'M FREE FALLIN'!" he shouted, his voice filled with exhilaration as the rush of the fall consumed him.

Feng Shen reveled in the thrill; the wind whipping around him as he tumbled through the air, the vast, dark sky stretching out in all directions.

The sight of the entire forest below him was a blur, but his focus remained sharp, his eyes catching the lifeless body of the Sky Tyrant's massive form plummeting just below him.

It was a life-and-death dance, a wild plunge toward the ground, and Feng Shen couldn't help but embrace the madness of it all.

With a manic grin stretching across his face, he thrust his hands out into the rushing wind, his teeth bared.

All of Feng Shen's nerves felt electrified, alive in a way that was rarely possible for him.

It was a sensation he could only truly experience when he threw himself into battle, using his entire being to tear through enemies in a frenzy of violence.

Normally, Feng Shen's focus and control were so sharp that such a raw feeling of exhilaration rarely came to him.

But now, as he freefell, his body thrumming with the rush of imminent danger, he felt every sensation, every nerve firing with pure, unfiltered life.

It was a high Feng Shen could rarely reach, one that only came when he was on the edge of life and death.@@novelbin@@

Something that was rare, very rare.

"Ah~ I feel so alive!" Feng Shen yelled, as the very act of defying death made him more powerful, more invincible.

As Feng Shen neared the forest floor, the tops of the trees coming into focus below, a sense of reality began to creep in.

The thrill of the fall had passed.

Feng Shen knew he couldn't afford to keep playing with his life like this.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he let the exhilaration fade away, his mind grounding itself back to focus. He closed his eyes for a brief moment.

When Feng Shen opened them again, he used Shadow Step, his body vanishing from midair as though swallowed by the shadows themselves.

Everything around him blurred for a fraction of a second before he reappeared, landing with pinpoint precision on a thick branch high up in one of the trees.

Feng Shen's movements were fluid, effortless, as if the fall had never happened, and now, perched in the branches, he looked forward, glancing upward.

Watching as the Sky Tyrant's massive, lifeless body continued its descent, its colossal form reaching the treetops.

With a deafening crash, the monster's bulk tore through the canopy, snapping trees like twigs as it tumbled violently toward the ground.

The impact was catastrophic—trees were uprooted and shattered, and a massive cloud of dust and debris erupted into the air, blanketing the area in a choking haze.

The sheer force of the fall crushed everything in the dead Sky Tyrant's path, leaving a deep, jagged crater in the forest floor.

"Ah~ I wish we could've played longer~," Feng Shen muttered to himself, a hint of regret in his voice.

He felt a pang of dissatisfaction.

Feng Shen had been so focused on retrieving the core, so intent on advancing his cultivation, that he had never truly engaged with the Sky Tyrant in battle.

"Well~ can't really do anything about that now..."

Feng Shen shrugged. He knew he couldn't afford to dwell on it, especially not when there were more pressing matters at hand.

His personal servant would likely be worried sick by now, starving and thirsty.

With a last glance at the wreckage, Feng Shen turned away, clutching the core in his hands.

He then used Shadow Step once more.

In an instant, Feng Shen was gone.

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"I'm back~" Feng Shen called out, his voice slightly tired as he materialized exactly where he had left his personal servant.

He wasn't worried about her disappearance or whether she had gotten herself killed—after all, he could easily sense her presence, hidden in a bush nearby.

"Oh my~ Second Young Master!" Yùn Yì exclaimed, emerging from the bush with a giant smile, her robe slightly dirtied from her time hiding.

Her eyes sparkled with genuine relief and happiness as she hurried over to him.

"Thank the heavens you're back!" Yùn Yì continued:

"The moment you vanished, I went into full survival mode—hid myself so well, you wouldn't believe it! I even smeared dirt on my face to blend in... though, uh, I guess I'm not exactly a master of camouflage, huh?"

Yùn Yì lightly scratched her cheek, a soft blush spreading across her face. She realized, perhaps a little too late, that she had probably embarrassed herself again.

Although a hint of worry had lingered in her mind earlier, after the Second Young Master had vanished, she had quickly reminded herself of just how outstanding he truly was.

His strength, his confidence, his ability to handle any situation—he was someone who could face anything and come out on top.

"Um... Second Young Master..." Yùn Yì's voice trembled, softening as she snapped out of her relief at his return.

Her eyes looked over his form, and the joy that had filled her earlier faded quickly into deep concern:

"Wh-what happened— to you?"

Yùn Yì took a step back, covering her nose as the overwhelming scent hit her.

Her eyes swept over the Second Young Master's person—ripped and torn, the wounds scattered across his body, some still in the process of healing.

The gore smeared across his skin…

Yùn Yì was speechless…