NOVEL NEXT Chapter 42:
Chapter 42: Thunder Mountain:
It was raining.
Yue Hongling was abruptly awakened by a clap of thunder. Her heart sank.
Not good!
She had been so engrossed in battle that she completely forgot Feng Wuxie might be in danger during these times. The human race was achieving consecutive victories, forcing other races into desperate situations. A cornered enemy could strike back with ferocity. It was time to pause the offensive against the other races and let the human race digest the treasures they had acquired recently.
For now, she would accompany Feng Wuxie through this tribulation.
“Senior brother, you once told me this was a trap. In this life, I’ll ensure it never happens.”
Yue Hongling immediately called over Luo Yuan and Feng Longxiang.
“Fairy Yue, who’s our next target?” Feng Longxiang, towering at eight feet tall, looked like a small giant with his robust physique.
He belonged to the Calamity Sect, the only major faction focused on body refinement. Their unique cultivation method involved cycles of expansion and contraction. They grew larger—like small giants—then shrank to a youthful size, grew again to resemble small mountains, shrank to resemble children, and continued alternating. Each cycle drastically increased their physical strength.
Feng Longxiang’s respectful gaze at Yue Hongling showed his deep admiration.
Luo Yuan, on the other hand, looked at her with a trace of appreciation—for her beauty.
“I’ll be away for a while. You two will handle human affairs. Stop the offensives; focus on defense and fully absorb the treasures we’ve gained,” Yue Hongling instructed.
“We’re on a roll right now. Stop fighting?” Feng Longxiang asked in surprise.
“Yes. Convert the heavenly treasures into actual strength. Without growth, constant offensives risk losing everything in one mistake,” Yue Hongling replied.
“Alright. Where are you heading? Want me to join you? If not, we can let Shangguan Wuchang handle things,” Feng Longxiang suggested.
“Shangguan Wuchang is too unreliable. Besides, I’m not going for a fight, so I don’t need you with me. If you’re unsure about something, consult Zhu Wangtian,” Yue Hongling said.
“Got it.”
Yue Hongling hesitated before speaking again.
“If things get truly desperate, you can go to the Heavenly Spirit Pool and ask my senior brother for help. If he intervenes, all problems will be solved.”
Both Feng Longxiang and Luo Yuan were visibly shocked.
Yue Hongling’s senior brother?
Given her strength, the fact that she would say to seek her senior brother in dire situations meant her senior brother must be…
“Is your senior brother really that powerful?” Feng Longxiang’s battle spirit flared.
Yue Hongling laughed. Her smile carried a mix of emotions, impossible to decipher.
“Just know that if despair comes, go to the Heavenly Spirit Pool. And don’t say I sent you.”
She understood her senior brother well. He might initially plan to help, but upon hearing Yue Hongling sent them, he could easily change his mind.
With instructions given, Yue Hongling departed. She took out her conch treasure.
“Where are you now?”
…
Meanwhile, various races—demons, ghosts, spirits, and gods—had just begun forming alliances. Feng Wuxie sat cross-legged, quietly recovering from his injuries. Two powerful demons stood guard, watching him closely.
The conch treasure before Feng Wuxie began to vibrate.
The guards grew alert instantly.
A blade was placed against Feng Wuxie’s neck.
“You won’t say anything you shouldn’t, will you?”
“I understand.”
Feng Wuxie’s eyes flashed with mockery and bitterness. Now they remembered to contact him?
Where were they earlier?
He had begged to join Yue Hongling countless times, humbly lowering himself, even pleading. And what was the result?
There was no going back now.
“It’s too late to return.”
Yue Hongling’s clear voice came from the conch treasure.
“Where are you now?”
Feng Wuxie looked up at the two demon guards.
“How should I answer?”
The guards exchanged glances. They had just contacted the other races’ experts and weren’t fully prepared yet.
“We’ll consult the Little Dragon King.”
“There’s no time! If I delay responding, Yue Hongling will grow suspicious,” Feng Wuxie said bluntly.
“We still have to ask the Little Dragon King!”
“I said there’s no time!”
Despite the blade at his throat, Feng Wuxie roared in defiance.
The guards hesitated.
Feng Wuxie pressed the conch treasure to his lips.
“Don’t worry. Since I’ve decided to plot against her, I’ll make sure there’s no chance for her to survive. Otherwise, it’ll be my death!”
“You have no choice but to trust me!”
One guard left to report. The other reluctantly allowed Feng Wuxie to respond.
Clearing his throat, Feng Wuxie spoke into the conch.
“Hongling, you reached out to me first?” His voice was filled with excitement.
The demon guarding him couldn’t hide their contempt.
The conch vibrated again.
“Where are you? I’ll come find you,” Yue Hongling asked.
“You’re coming to find me? That’s great! Let me figure out my location. There’s no distinctive terrain around here.”
“Alright.”
Feng Wuxie turned to the wolf demon.
“Tell the Little Dragon King to hurry!”
…
Yue Hongling stood on a small mountain, gazing at a distant waterfall as she quietly waited.
She was deep in thought.
She had been reborn. That was undeniable. But after her rebirth, she no longer felt the same heart-fluttering emotions for Feng Wuxie.
Without those feelings, could it still be called love?
How should she interact with Feng Wuxie when they met again?
Could this be blamed on her senior brother?
Her eyes grew distant as memories of her past life surfaced.
The excitement she felt back then was vivid.
But after experiencing so much, she was no longer the same young girl. She now possessed the wisdom of a Great Empress.
Compared to the grand path of cultivation, love seemed insignificant.
If her senior brother hadn’t intervened in her past life, how different would things have been?
Yue Hongling grew restless. Picking up the conch again, she asked, “Have you found any landmarks yet?”
“Hongling, don’t rush. I’m even more anxious than you. I’m thrilled we can finally meet again. I’m searching as we speak. I’ll let you know soon,” Feng Wuxie replied.
Taking a deep breath, Yue Hongling calmed herself and decided to cultivate while waiting.
Time ticked by.
The conch vibrated again.
“Hongling, I found it! I’m at Thunder Mountain. Come meet me here.”
Yue Hongling rose, her figure vanishing in an instant.
Thunder Mountain—a place known for demonic activity. Why would Feng Wuxie be there?
No matter. On the Ancient Battlefield of Prodigies, there was no place she couldn’t go.