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"but……"

Xia Hanyan changed the subject, "If we can find a spiritual object of the same level to replace it, and then use an array to replace it, we can safely retrieve it."

"A substitute? What can replace it?"

"Eternal Spirit Milk".

Xia Hanyan thought for a moment and then added, "Or a soul-attribute natural treasure of the same level would also work, as long as it can continuously release spiritual energy to nourish the spiritual field."

Chu Feng quickly calculated in his mind.

The Millennium Spirit Milk is expensive, but it's not impossible to get it.

Su Qingyi's Jubao Tower should have some connections.

Besides, he still has Du Yuan's storage ring, that big fat sheep, and his wealth is now vastly different from what it used to be.

"Okay, I'll take care of it."

Chu Feng patted her shoulder, "You keep an eye on the spirit field first, and don't let outsiders get close."

"Once I get the replacement, we'll get started."

Xia Hanyan nodded obediently, "Yes, Master."

She paused for a moment, and a blush suddenly appeared on her face.

"Um... Master, are you staying at the manor tonight?"

Chu Feng glanced at her.

Xia Hanyan quickly lowered her head, twisting her fingers around her sash.

"Han Yan was able to escape danger this time entirely thanks to your help, Master."

"Hanyan doesn't know how to repay this kindness."

"I was just thinking... I could serve my master well tonight..."

Chu Feng waved his hand.

A wave of the hand is not a rejection, but rather a statement that no further words are needed.

……

That night, Xia Hanyan finished her last dance, and the thin veil she wore fell onto the carpet.

She stood in the candlelight, slightly out of breath, her collarbone covered in a fine layer of sweat, her eyes watery as she looked at Chu Feng, who was leaning against the soft couch.

"Master, was the dance beautiful?"

Chu Feng held a wine glass in his hand, his gaze sliding down her neck and then back.

"It looks good."

He placed his wine glass on the small table next to him and beckoned to her with his finger, "It's just that I'm standing a bit far away, so I can't see very clearly."

Xia Hanyan's face flushed red instantly, and she didn't know what to do with her hands, so she just twisted the thin belt with bells hanging from her waist.

She bit her lower lip, took small steps, and walked towards the soft couch.

The bell jingled twice.

"Master... Hanyan doesn't know anything. If she does something wrong, you... you must teach her."

Chu Feng smiled and reached out to put his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.

Xia Hanyan cried out "Ouch!" and fell into his arms.

As soon as she approached, a spiritual aura emanated from the point of contact between them.

Chu Feng felt the two nascent souls in his dantian shudder at the same time, almost disarming themselves on the spot.

Goodness, the effect of this alluring body is no joke.

"Han Yan."

"Um?"

"Can you reimburse me for your outfit tonight?"

Xia Hanyan buried her face in his chest.

"Master... could you please not settle scores at a time like this..."

Chu Feng laughed and slid his hand down half an inch along her lower back.

Xia Hanyan's body went limp.

The candlelight flickered.

Just as Chu Feng was about to get down to business.

"Bang bang bang!"

Suddenly, there was a series of urgent knocks on the door.

"Master! Master! Something terrible has happened!"

Chu Feng's hands froze.

Xia Hanyan was also stunned.

The two remained embracing, both turning their heads to look at the doorway.

The person outside was still banging on the door desperately.

"Urgent report from the mine! Someone has broken into the core spirit field!"

Chu Feng's brows furrowed immediately.

Core spiritual field.

Isn't that the place where the Soul-Gathering Sacred Fruit is buried?

Xia Hanyan also realized what was happening, and before the blush on her face had completely faded, her expression turned serious.

"Master, the core spirit field must not be harmed!"

"I know."

Chu Feng released her and sat up from the soft couch.

He reached out and grabbed his outer robe, draped it over his shoulders, and muttered, "Every time something happens at this crucial moment, it's like God is deliberately making things difficult for me."

He walked to the door and pulled it open.

Standing outside was an elderly member of the Xia family with gray hair, covered in sweat, his clothes soaked through.

"Shengzi Chu!"

The elder saw Chu Feng and grasped at a straw.

"The protective barriers surrounding the core spiritual field have all shattered! The three Golden Core disciples guarding it were taken down in a single move and are still unconscious!"

"Those who broke in are already heading towards the deepest part!"

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes.

"What level?"

"No, I'm not sure, but it's definitely no less than the Nascent Soul stage!"

Chu Feng turned around and glanced at Xia Hanyan.

Xia Hanyan had quickly changed her clothes and hung her long sword at her waist.

"Master, let's go."

Chu Feng nodded, and without saying a word, grabbed Xia Hanyan's wrist.

A ripple spread through the space.

The two figures vanished from the spot in an instant.

The elder watched as the two vanished into thin air, his mouth agape for a long time.

"This...this is the legendary spatial teleportation?"

For a Nascent Soul cultivator with high talent, a journey of three hundred li is just a blink of an eye.

When Chu Feng appeared above the mine with Xia Hanyan, it was already completely dark.

Under the moonlight, the entire spiritual field was shrouded in a faint blue mist.

But the layer of light mist was visibly fading, as if something inside was sucking it dry bit by bit.

Chu Feng released his divine sense and swept it deep into the spirit field.

The next second, his expression became a little subtle.

Two auras.

One was at the peak of the Golden Core stage, with an aura that was both yin and bewitching, and also carried an indescribable evil aura.

The other one was even more bizarre, seemingly ethereal, like a wisp of remnant soul struggling to coalesce, radiating the pressure of a Nascent Soul level, but feeling very weak.

Chu Feng stared at the two auras for two seconds, and then a slow smile spread across his face.

"Hey, it really is an old acquaintance."

Xia Hanyan leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

"Master, do you know him?"

"know."

Chu Feng, with his hands behind his back, said with a rather cheerful tone, "One is my former fiancée, and the other... is someone you don't know about. Last time I went to the secret realm, it almost sucked everyone dry into corpses—an evil creature."

Xia Hanyan's expression changed.

"Is it the Demon Flower Slave? I heard from my fellow disciple that it was destroyed by the Ancestor, wasn't it?"

"Most of them were wiped out, but a wisp of a soul remained."

Chu Feng stroked his chin, and quickly came to a conclusion.

Back in that secret realm, Feng Jiuyou's avatar killed the main body of the demon flower slave with a single finger.

But it's obvious that they had a backup plan.

Liu Ruoxue disappeared before the secret realm closed, and it's highly likely that she was taken away by the remnant soul of the demon flower slave.