My Wife is A Sword God

When the others saw Qin Feng’s appearance, they all voiced their concerns off to the side.

But Qin Feng could only hear faint echoes, unable to make out what they were saying.

At that moment, he was battling against the invading Black Qi within his body.

“Strive to rob, strive to kill!” Mao Yin’s bewitching voice still echoed in his mind and could not be driven away.

Qin Feng gritted his teeth, unwavering in his resolve.

‘It was still reckless. Those who can participate in the Night of the Divine Feast  won’t be easy.’

‘Don’t listen to that voice, think of something else quickly.’

‘Like Jianli’s soft body, Feilan’s long legs.”

Qin Feng even remembered the first night he married Jianli, the bright moon on Ningshuang’s chest.

Imagining the graceful figures of his two wives, remembering that arduous night like an ox, Qin Feng’s rationality once again took over!

A man’s true nature is indeed a maxim of truth.

But he also clearly understood that if he couldn’t expel the Black Qi from his body, it would only be a matter of time before he was consumed by Mao Yin’s devouring will.

Just then, Senior Xuan Yi’s voice sounded: “Keep your consciousness firmly on the Heart Questioning Platform and envelop yourself with the Immortal Primordial Qi to circulate the Righteous Qi throughout your body!”

Qin Feng followed the instructions. Within his Divine Sea, the purple, thunderous Righteous Qi surged. With the cooperation of the Primordial Immortal Qi, those Black Qi unexpectedly began to dissipate one by one!

It was effective!

As time passed, the anxious people suddenly discovered that the black energy surrounding Qin Feng began to slowly recede.

After a while, Qin Feng opened his eyes and exhaled heavily.

The invading Black Qi in his body had finally been completely expelled!

“I didn’t expect that the primordial immortal qi surrounding the Righteous Qi could even dissipate Mao Yin’s Black Qi!” Qin Feng secretly rejoiced.

Xuan Yi explained, “Your Righteous Qi belongs to the Thunder Spirit, which is the natural nemesis of evil beings. Combined with the enhancement of Primordial Immortal Qi, it can achieve such effects.”

“In that case, can I channel the Righteous Qi into the Golden-winged Great Peng’s body? Will it be effective?”

“It’s worth a try.”

Cang Feilan saw Qin Feng regain consciousness and asked worriedly, “Are you okay?”

Qin Feng shook his head, “I probably understand the reason for the drastic changes in the nature of these demons and ghosts. It’s actually because of that sinister Black Qi.”

“When the Black Qi entered my body, I saw the phantom of Mao Yin, and my mind was filled with his enchanting voice.”

“But as long as the Black Qi is expelled, one’s mind can be restored.”

Saying this, he placed his palm on the Golden-winged Great Peng’s forehead once more.

The Black Qi surged and tried to repeat its old tricks. However, this time, it was completely dissolved by Qin Feng’s Thunder Righteous Qi, which was enveloped by Primordial Immortal Qi!

The mocking sound continued.

Peng screamed hysterically, but its eyes gradually became clear.

As a powerful demonic beast of the Seven Calamity Cycles, the Golden-winged Peng naturally had a lot of black energy that invaded its body.

However, for Qin Feng, who had mastered the trick, expelling all of the Black Qi was only a matter of time.

And as the last trace of Black Qi dissipated from the Golden-Winged Peng’s body, it finally said in a hoarse voice, “Thank you, human boy.”

“Huh? Golden-winged Peng, can you speak now? Could it be that you really were out of control before?” Fu Ruoyun exclaimed in surprise, then looked at Qin Feng meaningfully.

The means to erode a demonic beast of the Seven Calamities Cycle was certainly extraordinary, yet there was not the slightest hint of a strong aura emanating from this boy. Could he really dissipate this Black Qi?

In Fu Ruoyun’s mind, the thought that Qin Feng was the son of the Northern Ghost Head became even stronger.

After all, as the saying goes, “A tiger father will not produce a dog son”.

Qin Feng nodded and asked directly, “Could you tell us what happened before you were attacked?”

The Golden-winged Peng pondered for a moment, then truthfully told the details of the matter.

As the most powerful demonic beast in Gale Cliff, it naturally had to protect a certain area, just like Bai Wudi.

As a result, those ghost-faced individuals took advantage of this, and transformed into his subordinate demonic beasts to approach it, and injected the Black Qi into its body.

After that, it lost consciousness and was controlled by brutal instincts.

“Didn’t you see through his illusion?” Fu Ruoyun asked curiously.

“Actually, it is not accurate to say that it is an illusion, because the smell of the opponent’s flesh and blood was no different from what I knew before.”

“But looking back now, I just realised that the guy seemed to lack some vitality, as if he was a walking corpse ghost.”

“Perhaps there is someone among the enemies who can control corpses.”

Controlling corpses, could it be the Puppet Corpse Technique?

Qin Feng thought of the Lord’s Mansion in Jinyang City, where the people inside were still behaving as usual even after being killed by the masked man.

However, with the current limited information, he could only make some assumptions.

“I have returned to normal, why don’t you dissipate your Vigor Qi?” The Golden-winged Great Peng looked at Fu Ruoyun and said in a deep voice.

It was severely injured by the opponent, and now it was suppressed by their strength. It felt like a huge mountain was pressing on its body, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

Fu Ruoyun raised an eyebrow, waved her right hand, and the pressure instantly dissipated. “So, what do you think? Will you reconsider being my mount?”

“Don’t go back to that windswept cliff again. Besides, you won’t be able to break through there anyway.”

“Stay by my side and there might still be a chance.”

A mount, huh? As Qin Feng looked at the majestic Golden-winged Great Peng in front of him, he imagined himself standing on its head, soaring through the sky, and felt a surge of heroism.

In the world of cultivation, who wouldn’t want a cool mount?

He had once fantasised that perhaps one day, when he was powerful enough, he could tame a dragon and become a dragon knight, travelling thousands of miles a day.

To a certain extent, he had achieved that goal, but it wasn’t quite what he had in mind. Qin Feng turned to look at Cang Feilan.

“What’s wrong?” Cang Feilan sensed something and asked curiously.

“It’s nothing.” Qin Feng looked away awkwardly.

The Golden-winged Great Peng replied, “We, the Great Peng Clan, were born to be the rulers of the sky, the overlords of the monsters. We yearn for freedom, so how can we submit to humans?”

“Besides, I understand the breakthroughs in the realms better than anyone.”

“If we can’t progress, it’s all because of the limitations of this Heaven and Earth.”

“I’ve been staying at the top of Gale Cliff, climbing up every day, breaking through the clouds, all in search of the faint possibility of a breakthrough beyond Heaven and Earth.”

At this point, the Golden-winged Great Peng suddenly uttered a sound of doubt.

With a rumble on the ground, he stood up straight and examined himself.

To everyone’s surprise, the severely wounded Golden-winged Great Peng’s wounds were actually healing at a visible rate.

Although powerful monsters have astonishing regenerative abilities, this level of recovery was impossible.

The reason for such an event must be that the Great Peng’s body was undergoing some kind of transformation.

Everyone saw that the aura around the Golden-winged Great Peng was turbulent, stirring up gusts of wind, and its golden feathers were shining brightly.

Fu Ruoyun seemed to sense something and said with a strange expression, “Is this a sign of a breakthrough?”

But when she looked at the sky and saw no abnormalities, she dismissed this absurd idea.

After reaching the Third Rank and the seventh Calamity Cycle, every breakthrough would be accompanied by terrifying Heavenly Tribulations.

And each time they would be more severe.

If there were no tribulations, it meant that there was absolutely no possibility of a breakthrough.