A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World - Chapter 338: Mystery Voice.

Chapter 338: Chapter 338: Mystery Voice.

A resounding impact rocked the air violently as sparks of silvery lightning burst outward.

Yan Moxuan who was struck by that devastating attack, did not fly back.

Unlike the explosive cannon like force of Falling Star Fist, Star Impact focused all its power more into a single, concentrated point of annihilation.

Then as the blinding radiance slowly faded… what remained was horrifying as Yan Moxuan entire upper body had been completely pulverized into oblivion… erased so thoroughly that even blood struggled to exist, reduced to nothing more than drifting red mist that lingered eerily in the air for a brief moment.

…Thud.

The remaining lower half of his corpse dropped limply onto the ground, landing on its back with a dull sound.

Li Feng stood motionless as he watch that body fall with his arm still extended.

Faint arcs of silver lightning danced across his skin before slowly dissipating into the air.

A cold sneer tugged at his lips.

“…You got off easy.”

If the situation had been different, he would have taken his time and made sure this bastard experience a truly gruesome death.

But now he didn’t have that luxury at the moment.

Then his gaze snapped upward.

In the sky, the Divine Brick continue to dodge wildly, its movements growing frantic and erratic as countless streaks of jet-black liquid lashed out at it from every direction.

The air hissed wherever they passed, and space itself seeming to corrode under their touch.

Li Feng’s eyes narrowed as he saw the Divine Brick twisted and spun, barely dodging each strike.

As if sensing his intent, the Divine Brick abruptly halted mid-flight.

Then—

WHOOSH!

It made a sharp, almost desperate U-turn and shot back toward him, narrowly slipping past another spear of black liquid.

Li Feng slowly raised his arm once more with silvery light that surged brighter and fiercer than before.

Crack…

The light coiled around his fist like a raging star being forced into form, crackling with raw, violent power.

The ground beneath his feet began to fracture and the air trembled.

Then—

He punched forward.

“Falling Star Fist!”

BOOOOOOOM!!

A colossal pillar of silver light erupted from his fist, blasting forward like a divine cannon.

It tore through the sky with unstoppable force, dragging a screaming gale behind it as the very clouds above split apart.

The black liquid sensed the incoming threat and tried to react—

But it was too late.

SPLASH!

Each streak of silvery radiance obliterated the inky substance on contact, like fragile paper thrown into a raging inferno.

The corrosive black mass writhed violently, twisting as if alive, but under that overwhelming brilliance, it had no chance as it melted, collapsed and then disintegrated into nothingness.

The sky itself seemed to have been cleansed, as streaks of silver carving through the darkness and leaving behind only fading sparks and trembling air.

And at the center of it all, Li Feng stood unmoving, arm still extended, eyes cold and merciless.

For a brief moment, the battlefield fell into an eerie stillness.

The air still trembled from the aftermath, rippling with residual force, while faint motes of silvery light drifted downward like stars.

Li Feng slowly lowered his arm.

The glow around his fist flickered… then dimmed… then disappeared completely.

Only the faint crackle of lingering energy remained.

The other wounded disciples who witnessed this display of power were already shocked beyond belief.

They had gone completely numb, no longer sure how to react.

Li Feng paid them no attention.

His focus was solely on the Divine Brick.

The brick hovered for a moment, as if waiting for him, before gently lowering itself.

There… lay Yue Lan’s corpse.

Her beautiful and graceful figure rested on the Divine Brick, robes stained with blood, and her long silky hair splayed like dark silk across the broken earth.

That familiar calm expression still lingered on her face as if she were merely asleep.

“…Yue Lan.”

Li Feng’s voice was low, almost a whisper.

He stepped closer, but suddenly paused.

“…?”

His gaze sharpened, locking onto her face… more precisely, the spot between her brows.

There, upon that smooth, pale skin was a feather mark.

A delicate imprint glowing softly with a pale, ethereal frost-blue light.

The mark curved elegantly, its lines slender and refined, resembling a single phoenix plume.

Yet unlike the fiery phoenix of legend, this one carried an icy divinity.

It was faint at first glance… but unmistakable there.

Li Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly as a single thought surfaced in his mind.

“…Divine Ice Phoenix.”

The moment those words left his lips—

The feather mark between Yue Lan’s brows pulsed.

HUMMMMM—

A low, resonant vibration spread through the air.

At first it was subtle, almost an illusion… but within a single breath, it deepened into something ancient and profound as the temperature plummeted.

CRACK!

A thin layer of frost erupted beneath Yue Lan’s body.

“~??”

The Divine Brick, still hovering beneath her, let out a confused fluctuation as it was suddenly frozen.

Then it heard a soft whisper.

[Great One… Please put her body down…]

“~?”

Strangely, the Divine Brick felt no hostility from the voice.

And it gently lowered Yue Lan’s body onto the ground.

Li Feng also heard that same voice once again.

“Who are you? And what is happening to Yue Lan?”

He asked while glancing around cautiously, but there was no one else in sight.

And the instant Yue Lan’s body touched the ground, ice began to spread from her.

In the blink of an eye, the scorched battlefield was swallowed by glistening ice crystals blooming like frozen flowers.

A soft, frost-blue radiance seeped out from the feather mark, flowing across her skin like liquid moonlight.

It traced along her collarbone, her arms, her fingertips… until her entire body was bathed in that ethereal glow.

The light then thickened, condensed, and began to wrap around her layer by layer… And slowly forming a cocoon.

…A cocoon of pure, crystalline frost-light.

It was transparent at first…then slowly turning opaque, like polished ice infused with divine radiance.

Li Feng’s breath already turned white as he watched the scene unfold.

He wasn’t sure what he should do.

Should he stop it? Or let it continue?

But for some reason, he had a feeling that he should let it happen.

Unlike the earlier urgency when the black liquid tried to take her corpse, he no longer sensed any immediate danger.

[…I can sense a Divine Nirvana Phoenix aura on you…]

The soft woman’s voice echoed again.

And Li Feng froze at her words because… he still carried the 4th Rank Pill… the Phoenix Nirvana Pill that he had obtained from the Gacha.

He had already planned to use it to revive Yue Lan once there was no more danger.

But… how did this mysterious woman know?

Suddenly her voice grew more urgent.

[…Quick! Give it to this child… before he comes!]