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

A massive shockwave violently shook the atmosphere, sending bursts of silvery lightning sparks exploding outward.

Yan Moxuan, hit by the catastrophic strike, refused to be hurled backward.

Unlike Falling Star Fist's cannon-blast explosive might, Star Impact channeled every ounce of its force into one pinpoint of utter destruction.

As the dazzling glow gradually dimmed... the gruesome sight revealed itself: Yan Moxuan's whole upper torso utterly obliterated into nothingness... wiped out so completely that not even blood could form, merely a swirling red vapor that hung ghostly in the air momentarily.

His corpse's leftover lower portion slumped heavily to the earth, thudding flatly on its rear.

Li Feng remained frozen in place, observing the body's collapse while keeping his arm thrust out.

Subtle silver lightning tendrils flickered over his flesh before fading away into the atmosphere.

A icy smirk curled at the corners of his mouth.

"...You got off easy."

Had circumstances allowed, he would've savored dragging out this scum's torment into a nightmarish end.

Right now, though, such indulgence wasn't possible.

Suddenly, his eyes flicked skyward.

High above, the Divine Brick darted evasively in chaos, its dodges turning wilder and more panicked amid endless whips of pitch-black fluid assaulting it from all sides.

Wherever those tendrils sliced through, the air sizzled, and reality itself appeared to erode from their contact.

Li Feng's gaze tightened watching the Divine Brick whirl and twist, evading each lash by a hair.

Sensing his purpose somehow, the Divine Brick came to an abrupt stop in midair.

Then—

It executed a frantic, razor-sharp U-turn, rocketing back his way while grazing past yet another jet of dark fluid.

Li Feng lifted his arm deliberately again, silver radiance flaring more intensely and savagely than earlier.

That brilliance wrapped his fist akin to a furious star compressed into shape, snapping with primal, ferocious energy.

Cracks spiderwebbed the ground underfoot as the atmosphere quivered.

Then—

His fist rocketed ahead.

"Falling Star Fist!"

A gigantic beam of silver brilliance exploded from his knuckles, surging onward like a heavenly artillery blast.

Unleashing devastation across the heavens, it hauled a howling tempest in its wake while ripping the overhead clouds asunder.

The dark fluid detected the approaching danger and attempted to counter—

Yet too slow it proved.

Every silver gleam vaporized the ebony goo instantly upon collision, as if flimsy parchment fed to blazing flames.

The acidic black blob convulsed madly, coiling like a living entity, yet against such dominant luster, it stood no hope—melting away, crumbling, and dissolving into oblivion.

The heavens looked purified, silver trails slashing the gloom to scatter only dying embers and quaking winds.

Right in the epicenter, Li Feng held steady, limb outstretched, stare icy and pitiless.

For an instant, the battleground plunged into ghostly silence.

Aftershocks still rippled the breeze with leftover might, as tiny silver specks floated down resembling falling constellations.

Li Feng gradually brought his arm down.

The shine encircling his fist wavered... then softened... then vanished entirely.

Just the soft pops of residual power echoed faintly.

The injured disciples nearby, beholding this overwhelming prowess, stood petrified in utter astonishment.

They felt totally desensitized, uncertain of any response.

Li Feng ignored them entirely.

All his attention fixed on the Divine Brick.

The artifact lingered briefly aloft, seemingly awaiting him, then descended softly.

There... rested Yue Lan’s body.

Her elegant, stunning form lay atop the Divine Brick, garments soaked in crimson, her flowing raven tresses spread like midnight threads over the shattered terrain.

Her usual serene look persisted on her features, as though deep in peaceful slumber.

"...Yue Lan."

Li Feng murmured softly, barely audible.

He advanced a step, then halted abruptly.

"...?"

His eyes pierced keenly, fixing on her visage... exactly the area amid her eyebrows.

Etched on that flawless, snowy complexion sat a feather sigil.

A graceful emblem shimmering with subtle, ghostly ice-blue radiance.

The sigil arched with poise, strokes fine and exquisite, evoking one phoenix feather.

But diverging from the mythical blazing phoenix, this bore a frozen sacredness.

Faint upon initial view... yet undeniably present.

Li Feng's eyes slitted faintly while one notion emerged in his thoughts.

"...Divine Ice Phoenix."

No sooner had he uttered it—

The feather sigil at Yue Lan’s brow throbbed.

A deep, humming resonance rippled outward through the breeze.

Initially faint, near hallucinatory... yet in one breath's span, it swelled to primordial depth as chill plunged sharply.

Frost bloomed thinly under Yue Lan’s form.

"~??"

Hovering steadily below her, the Divine Brick released a puzzled vibration as it got abruptly immobilized.

Next, a gentle murmur reached its awareness.

[Great One... Please put her body down...]

"~?"

Oddly enough, the Divine Brick detected zero malice in that voice.

Thus, it carefully placed Yue Lan’s body down on the earth.

That identical voice rang in Li Feng’s ears too.

"Who are you? And what is happening to Yue Lan?"

He demanded, scanning his surroundings warily, yet no other figure appeared.

The moment Yue Lan’s form hit the ground, frost started expanding outward from her.

Within an instant, sparkling ice crystals engulfed the charred battlefield, unfurling like icy blossoms.

From the feather imprint emerged a delicate, icy-blue glow that streamed over her skin akin to flowing moon essence.

This luminescence followed her collarbone, down her arms, to her fingertips... enveloping her whole frame in that otherworldly sheen.

The glow then grew denser, solidified, and started encasing her in successive layers... gradually shaping into a cocoon.

...A cocoon crafted from pristine, crystal frost-light.

Initially see-through... it gradually became solid, resembling flawless ice laced with heavenly brilliance.

Li Feng’s exhales had already turned to mist while he observed the spectacle.

Uncertainty gripped him on his next move.

Intervene and halt it? Or allow it to proceed?

Yet instinctively, he sensed it was right to permit it.

Unlike the prior panic from the dark fluid attempting to claim her remains, no pressing threat lingered now.

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

Once more, the tender feminine voice resounded.

Li Feng stiffened upon hearing this, for he bore the 4th Rank Pill... the Phoenix Nirvana Pill acquired via the Gacha.

He’d intended to deploy it for Yue Lan’s revival after dangers passed.

But... how could this enigmatic woman perceive it?

All at once, her tone sharpened with haste.

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