I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

"Do you want to die?"

Ya Fei's delicate body trembled. She could feel the aura emanating from that illusory figure, enough to crush her ten thousand times over. She shook her head with difficulty, her voice trembling, "No... I don't want to."

"Since that's the case, I can spare your life." Chu Feng squatted down, pinched her smooth chin, and forced her to raise her head. "But from now on, you must listen to me. I want you to be my slave."

"Miss, no!" Xue Wansan, who was standing to the side, was shocked when he saw this and was about to step forward.

Without turning his head, Chu Feng struck out with his palm, sending Xue Wansan flying like a kite with a broken string. He crashed into the wall and lost consciousness.

Ya Fei's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"I...I am a member of the Misty Rain Pavilion. Do you know the consequences of making me your slave?" She gritted her teeth, trying to make a final struggle.

"I'm the kind of person who never considers the consequences of my actions," Chu Feng said coldly. "Either die or become a slave. The choice is yours."

The shadow of death loomed over every inch of Ya Fei's skin. Looking into Chu Feng's emotionless eyes, her last shred of psychological defense crumbled completely.

After a long silence, she lowered her head in humiliation and squeezed out a single word.

"Yes."

Seeing this, the demoness flicked her finger, and a pink mark instantly entered Ya Fei's brow. Then, her figure gradually turned into nothingness and returned to the Burial Coffin.

"My strength, which I had just recovered, is exhausted again. Little brother, you'd better hurry and find some good food so I can have a full meal."

As the enchantress's voice faded away, Chu Feng stood up and looked down at Ya Fei.

"Now, bring out all the cultivation resources in your Misty Rain Pavilion."

Upon hearing this, Ya Fei's expression changed again: "If we bring it all out, the Misty Rain Pavilion's branch in Daqian will be unable to operate normally! That will inevitably attract the attention of those above!"

"That's your business, it's none of my concern." Chu Feng's voice was unquestionable.

A deep sense of resentment and helplessness flashed in Ya Fei's eyes. In the end, she still took out an exquisite storage bag from her bosom and handed it to Chu Feng.

Chu Feng took the storage bag, examined it, nodded in satisfaction, and turned to walk out.

Watching his departing figure, Ya Fei slumped to the ground and gave a bitter smile.

"This time, we really lost both our wife and our army... What an unreasonable little devil."

Chu Feng, holding the storage bag he had "extorted" from Consort Ya, returned directly to the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion.

Without disturbing anyone, he went straight back to his courtyard and instructed his servants not to let anyone disturb him.

Inside the room, the candlelight flickered, and Chu Feng sat cross-legged, taking out the storage bag he had obtained from Ya Fei.

When he took everything out, even someone as composed as him couldn't help but gasp in shock.

The bag was extremely spacious, filled with mountains of various spirit stones, totaling tens of thousands.

In addition, there were countless rare medicinal herbs, refining materials, and bottles of pills exuding a rich, fragrant aroma. The total value of these resources probably surpassed the combined value of all the forces in the Northern Wilderness!

"As expected of Yanyu Pavilion, whose business spans all of Kyushu, it is indeed very wealthy."

Chu Feng sighed inwardly, then without further hesitation, he summoned the blood-red Burial Coffin.

boom!!!

Soon, the bottomless blood-red vortex reappeared in the Burial Coffin, unleashing an unprecedentedly terrifying devouring power.

All the spirit stones, elixirs, and rare treasures in the room seemed to be drawn by some fatal attraction at this moment, all rushing towards the blood-red vortex.

In just a few breaths, the mountain of resources was completely devoured by the Burial Sky Coffin!

Om-!

The coffin containing such vast resources emitted a satisfied hum, and the ancient and mysterious patterns on its blood-red body became even clearer and more eerie.

The next second, a torrent of energy, a hundred times purer and more powerful than when it devoured the envoy of the Northern Wilderness Palace, surged out of the coffin, like the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens, and frantically flooded into Chu Feng's limbs and bones!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of booming sounds, like muffled thunder, emanated from Chu Feng's body.

His physical body, meridians, and bones were all being strengthened and transformed at an incredible speed under the impact of this immense energy!

His cultivation level was already at the peak of the Land Immortal Realm, and he was only one step away from the legendary Martial Arts Cultivator Realm.

At this moment, propelled by this immense energy, he began to attack the invisible yet indestructible barrier with all his might!

However, no matter how the energy surged and collided, the barrier leading to a higher level of life remained as immovable as an ancient, timeless divine iron.

"Little brother, don't waste your energy."

The enchantress's languid voice echoed in his mind, "I've said it before, your physique is very special. If you want to break the shackles of mortal martial arts and step into the spiritual martial arts stage, simply accumulating energy is not enough. You also need a key to open the door to a new world."

"A key?" Chu Feng's heart skipped a beat.

"That's right." The enchantress's voice carried a hint of amusement. "And your key is that Empress, who possesses an extremely Yin constitution. Her constitution and yours are naturally complementary. Only through the balance of Yin and Yang can you break free from your shackles and truly undergo a transformation."

Chu Feng fell silent.

He opened his eyes, feeling the surging power within him that was almost overflowing, and the barrier that he could not overcome no matter what. A resolute look flashed in his eyes.

He stood up, pushed open the door, and went out.

At this moment, the one-day deadline he had given Mu Wanqing had arrived.

……

Inside the palace.

Mu Wanqing did not sleep all night.

She sat quietly by the window, watching the moon gradually sink in the west. Her elegant and noble face was filled with struggle and bitterness.

Escape? She had considered it. But she knew very well that no matter where she fled to, she could not escape the grasp of the Northern Wilderness Palace. The Palace Master had already planted a tracking mark on her.

Her fate seemed to have been sealed from the moment she was born.

To become a furnace to be harvested at will, to wither away in the prime of one's life, and to turn into a cold, withered skeleton.

Now, Chu Feng has given her a second option.

Both were tools, both sacrificed themselves. But Chu Feng's words stirred a pebble in her already lifeless heart.

"I will give you everything you want: dignity, strength, and a future."

Dignity, strength, future...

These were such luxuries for her.

Can she really have it?

Just as she was in a state of utter confusion, a familiar figure appeared silently in the courtyard.

Chu Feng has arrived.

Mu Wanqing's delicate body trembled slightly. She took a deep breath, slowly stood up, and pushed open the door to go out.

Their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

"What's your decision?" Chu Feng broke the silence first.

Mu Wanqing looked at him, her clear, cold phoenix eyes filled with complex emotions. There was humiliation, resentment, and hatred, but more than anything, there was a resolute determination, as if grasping at the last straw.

"I promise you." She bit her red lips tightly, almost squeezing out the words through clenched teeth.

"However, I have conditions."

"explain."

"I want you to swear an oath before me, a vow made according to the Heavenly Dao!" Mu Wanqing's voice trembled slightly. "One day, if you have sufficient power, you must destroy the Northern Wilderness Palace for me! Tear that Palace Master, who treated me like a plaything, to pieces!"

"Okay," Chu Feng agreed without hesitation.

Even without Mu Wanqing's condition, the relationship between him and the Northern Wilderness Palace was already one of irreconcilable conflict.

He immediately obeyed and made a vow to Heaven.

Watching the mysterious runes flash through the void under the power of the oath, Mu Wanqing's tense body finally relaxed a little.

"Okay, that's enough!"

Mu Wanqing said softly.

Chu Feng immediately stepped forward, picked up Mu Wanqing, and headed into the palace.

……

The next day,

The capital of the Great Xia Dynasty

Suddenly, several figures descended upon the sky above the capital, unleashing an indescribable aura of terror that swept across the entire city!

In an instant, the entire capital city seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand.

"Who is the Emperor of Great Xia? Show yourself!"

A cold, authoritative voice, devoid of any emotion, came from the head of the old men in black robes, like rolling thunder, resounding throughout the entire capital!