A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 334: An Unseen Future.

Wei Zhenxin's eyes stayed fixed on that plain, unremarkable brick, but the astonishment in her gaze intensified further.

"...Impossible." she whispered under her breath.

This wasn't the response of merely seeing a mighty artifact.

..It resembled far more the shock of one whose whole worldview had been utterly upended.

"A divine weapon... voluntarily shielding its owner?" she murmured, as though doubting the very fabric of existence.

Li Feng arched an eyebrow at her dazed look, then nonchalantly extended his hand to seize the brick, flipping it casually in his palm like a plaything.

"Heh, what? Never laid eyes on one before?" he teased with a sly smirk, obviously relishing her unusual fluster.

He felt little concern about exposing the Divine Brick at this moment.

In truth, he had a plan and hoped it would heighten the immortal's wariness toward him, preventing any sneaky moves.

...And from the disturbed look on Wei Zhenxin's face, it appeared to be succeeding brilliantly.

His words left Wei Zhenxin speechless for a moment, her thoughts whirling furiously.

Through her endless years of cultivation, ’Wei Zhenxin’ had grasped one irrefutable truth:

...Divine weapons were no simple instruments; they embodied disasters.

Every one harbored its own haughty spirit... wild, defiant, and completely refusing to yield to any master.

Immortals themselves could merely borrow their might at great cost, never fully dominating them.

True mastery over them? Utterly unattainable.

They earned their pride, after all, since a divine weapon was crafted from the Dao itself... or rather, a shard of it.

But this... this Divine Weapon held by Li Feng...

’It offered no resistance to him and even defended him...’

That one reality flipped all her knowledge upside down.

Simultaneously, she found herself pondering what Dao would deign to... take the form of a brick, of all possibilities.

Before her musings could deepen, Li Feng's brazen voice cut in.

"Hey! Since I stopped your strike, time to uphold your promise!"

’Wei Zhenxin’ went quiet again.

Her eyes gradually moved to Li Feng, scrutinizing him intently.

Now, not a shred of uncertainty lingered in her thoughts.

’No... this surpasses just talent or destiny.’

Were it merely talent or fate, she wouldn't feel so rattled.

Li Feng carried an aura that seemed profoundly alien... like he operated outside the world's normal laws.

Finally, she let out a sigh.

"...Very well," she conceded eventually, regaining her poise bit by bit. "You've passed."

Whatever Li Feng's true nature might be, it held no concern for her.

’This young one at least appears decent and compassionate.’

She'd witnessed his fierce defense of his sect companions.

That deed alone merited admiration.

With such considerations, she directed a delicate finger at Li Feng, sending a tiny orb of white light his way.

"Per our agreement... behold a vision of what lies ahead."

Curiosity lit Li Feng's eyes as he observed the light drawing near.

Detecting no peril, he let it serenely drift to his brow.

Yet abruptly, Wei Zhenxin's voice resounded once more, now gentle and faintly entertained.

"I took the extra effort to glimpse her conclusion... It turns out to be a truly intriguing scene."

"Huh? What do you—"

His question cut off as Li Feng's consciousness blanked out entirely.

’Wei Zhenxin’ observed him quietly while he absorbed the divination.

Gradually... a sympathetic look surfaced in her eyes.

Not toward Yue Lan... but directed at Li Feng.

Directly foreseeing Li Feng's destiny eluded her, yet peering into those close to him revealed snippets of his impending trials.

"Such a grueling journey awaits this lad..." she whispered tenderly.

Even so, as her words escaped, a trace of bewilderment crossed her features.

For the Li Feng in those visions appeared... somewhat altered.

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The surroundings melted away from Li Feng.

With a blink, he stood amidst boundless snowfields.

"Where... am I?" he wondered aloud, his words lost to the roaring gale.

Li Feng narrowed his gaze, but endless snow blanketed every horizon.

A pitch-black, suffocating night canopy loomed overhead, devouring all illumination while savage frosty gales screamed like a tempest, yet no signs of life appeared... just infinite pale emptiness.

"...This vision feels far too lifelike," he grumbled, knitting his brows.

Every exhale formed frosty vapor, swiftly consumed by the blizzard.

Icy chill bit into his flesh, piercing his garments as though they vanished.

Oddly enough... no true peril assailed him.

...Merely desolation and a perpetual, choking solitude.

"...Hello?" he shouted.

No answer came, save the unceasing wail of the winds.

Li Feng clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Tch... What kind of ’future glimpse’ is this? Just throwing me into a frozen wasteland?"

Despite his grumbling, he pressed on walking, advancing step by step.

His destination remained unclear, yet his instincts urged him to push forward.

Before long, while the wind roared without end, a change started to emerge.

Subtle initially, then sharper... the snow under his boots had been disturbed.

Churned and fractured, it bore deep fissures and bumpy spots, like traces of a gigantic clash.

Li Feng's eyes narrowed faintly.

"...Finally, there is something."

He hastened his steps.

The more distance he covered, the plainer the evidence grew.

This wasn't some natural scenery.

...It was a battlefield.

One in utter ruins, the earth ripped open as though the skies had tumbled down.

Enormous pits scarred the icy expanse, some dropping into endless shadow.

Shards of destroyed weapons were half-entombed in frost—swords, spears, pieces... all radiating subtle, persistent auras not yet gone.

The very atmosphere here felt altered, thick and suffocating.

"...What the hell happened here?" Li Feng muttered quietly.

As he scanned about in confusion.

Suddenly... he sensed it.

A primordial, crushing aura.

Li Feng's stare shot ahead.

The instant after, his pupils contracted sharply.

At the ruined battlefield's core lay a gigantic corpse.

...A beast so huge it looked like a crashed peak.

Even dead, it emitted a horrifying might.

"...Is that." He murmured, peering harder through the flurry.

Then he noted the beast's form clad in icy crystal plumes, each gleaming softly under the dull, heavy sky.

Its wings stretched broad, frozen in mid-beat, as if attempting one last flight.

With a clearer view, Li Feng identified it.

"...A Divine Ice Phoenix" he whispered, voice dropping on its own, brimming with shock at the divine being.

Lifeless as it was, an unspeakable grandeur poured from it.

Its aura alone dwarfed the nearby gale.

Snow shunned its body, as nature feared to sully it.

Yet... a vast, neat hole gaped at its chest center... pristine and exact.

As if a blazing, razor edge had speared its heart with no opposition.

A shiver crept down Li Feng's spine.

"...Something killed this?"

Then he spotted a tiny figure near the huge corpse—a kneeling woman.

Half-sunk in snow, next to the divine ice phoenix’s remains.

Li Feng's gaze sharpened as he peered closer, seeing she looked... severely hurt.

Her robes, formerly pristine and graceful, now bore blood and ice stains.

Pale locks stuck to her face, veiling some features.

Even so battered, her beauty shone through... delicate, yet remote.

More crucially...

Li Feng knew who she was.

"Yue... Lan?" he murmured uncertainly.

That stunning, perfect face and golden eyes... he knew them at once.

Though her hair differed and aura shifted, it was unmistakably her.

Now he pondered the strange events unfolding.

Before he could mull it over more—

Sensing his look, the woman raised her head slowly.

Her motions feeble... but eyes icy and keen, pinning him straight.

For a short instant, silence reigned as the storm wailed between.

Her lips parted then, gaze turning frostier.

"...So," she said, her voice raspy but firm, "you’ve finally come... to kill me."

"...Huh?"

Li Feng blinked at her statement.

’Is she talking to me...?’

Yet that made no sense... this was just a vision from the old immortal.

As he prepared to respond, he froze at a faint noise from behind.

Then an abrupt cold slithered up his back.

Not from the storm.

Not from the woman.

...But from whatever lurked behind.

Li Feng's face twisted at once, spinning around without pause.

And there, his pupils shrank again.

A ways back stood a familiar person.

...Far too familiar.

"...What the hell" Li Feng whispered, confusion clouding his eyes.

Beneath the dark sky amid the blizzard's roar, the figure advanced gradually.

Each step in snow light... yet booming over the field like a wordless edict.

The winds nearby abruptly calmed, too wary to near the advancing form.

The ferocious blizzard that had engulfed everything just moments prior now bent away from his route, as though shunning him completely.

Before long, the silhouette gradually stepped forth from the gale.

His grand black robes stayed pristine, with not one snowflake daring to settle on them.

His lengthy black hair, dark as the midnight sky, flowed softly behind him.

And then... his features sharpened into view.

With this man now standing in front of him, Li Feng's breath caught as recognition dawned on that familiar face.

...It was him... Li Feng.