C11 Discarded the Corpse in the Wilderness

Divine Sovereign Fengming slightly curled his fingers, and suddenly, a person dressed in black appeared in the room, looking solemn.

"What are your orders, Master?"

"Escort her down the mountain and out of Wind Coming Mountain," Fengming instructed with a calm gaze. He had finally taken an interest in a young girl and didn't want her to die so soon. At least, not until he had his fill of amusement... Anything kept in a cage becomes a canary; better to let it roam free.

"Yes," the person replied, bowing his head before vanishing in an instant.

Fengming's eyes flickered slightly as he sat cross-legged on the bed. A gentle white aura radiated from him, and his power slowly increased. In the world, another creature, a Fox Cat, had lived for a long time, rarely meeting its match, until the two of them crossed paths...

Their annual duels had not only boosted their powers but also strengthened their brotherly bond. This time, he had ventured into the Enchanted Forest to gather a rare herb that could enhance his abilities, and unexpectedly, he encountered that young girl.

Hmm, he found himself oddly looking forward to the days ahead.

...

"Meow~" Feng Qingchen, in her small cat form, clung tightly to the winding mountain steps, afraid of being blown away by the wind. But, as fate would have it, a gust swept her off her feet...

As she spun through the air, an instinctive scream escaped her lips, cursing the heartlessness of the Divine Sovereign Fengming. She was no bigger than a hand, yet the steps were also hand-sized and impossibly smooth. Even a mosquito would likely slip on them.

A gust of wind blew by, luckily depositing her back onto the steps. She had fallen past the most difficult section, making the descent much easier.

“...” Could this be the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel?

Feng Qingchen caught a faint scent, a subtle, cold fragrance. Her eyes flashed, and in an instant, she vanished.

The fog around Wind Coming Mountain had mysteriously lifted, revealing its clear, picturesque landscape. The sky was just beginning to lighten, a streak of blue on the horizon, giving a chilly impression.

“Cold... help...” A weak cry for help suddenly reached her ears, so faint it seemed it might fade away at any moment. The voice trembled slightly, as if gripped by extreme fear, stirring a deep sadness in anyone who heard it.

Feng Qingchen's curiosity was piqued. Could it be that one of Divine Sovereign Fengming's disciples had actually fallen from those treacherous steps?

Driven by curiosity, she moved toward the sound. What met her eyes was a chaotic stone forest, with a vivid splash of red standing out starkly against the dull gray rocks.

A woman with a face as pale as paper wore a red dress, making her complexion appear even more ghostly. Her features were delicate and beautiful, though a fleeting shadow occasionally crossed her face, adding an eerie touch. At this moment, she lay disheveled and barely conscious on the gravel, as if she could pass out at any moment.

Feng Qingchen frowned. Although Wind Coming Mountain wasn't as perilous as the Forest of Beasts, its reputation for being inescapable kept most adventurers away. She knew that the inability to leave wasn't due to danger but because the Divine Sovereign Fengming had cast a spell at the mountain's base. The spell created a rebirth of fog, obscuring all sense of direction, so one could wander until utterly exhausted without finding a way out.

This person... seemed to have been harmed and abandoned here.

"Who are you? How did you end up here?" Perhaps it was the overwhelming sadness and bitterness in the woman's voice that compelled her to ask.