Chapter 134: Break Through the Siege

At the instant he heard the whistling of air, Feng Xue didn't bother to check if the attack was aimed at him—he immediately activated the Substitute Technique.

The latent cultivation energy surged into the Jade Seal, leaving behind a paper doll while Feng Xue vanished from sight and reappeared six meters away—directly outside the room.

Seeing Feng Xue's sudden appearance, a chorus of gibberish from the islanders erupted around him; Feng Xue no longer cared for Xiao Lingdang to translate word by word—he gestured, and Mo Ying returned to his side, followed by a torrent of cultivation energy.

With the influx of cultivation energy, Mo Ying needed no orders—he unleashed his Ghost Domain at full power. What should have been a subtle, silent illusion became a brutal, overwhelming control technique.

As the natives stood frozen, Sara, already fused with her host, charged into the crowd like a tiger among sheep.

In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere; natives who broke free from the illusion screamed in agony, but Sara's eyes were red with bloodlust—under the fundamental rule of protecting her host, she had no need to care for morality or law (Note ①), and her base Excellent-level physical strength could snap bones and shatter tendons with a single brush.

Even though the number of natives gathered now far exceeded that of an entire village, neither of them felt any strain.

Just as Feng Xue thought things were under control, a powerful sense of danger erupted.

No—it wasn't danger. It was the oppressive pressure of high-purity votive energy.

In his Qi-Seeing vision, a thin lunar tendril extending from the moon swept across the sky in an eerie motion; the natives previously held under Mo Ying's control suddenly broke free.

Each native raised a palm-sized crossbow; only then did Feng Xue realize—the natives had truly been swapping out toys for actual crossbows!

But…

Swish!

Before Feng Xue could even consider what kind of power these tiny crossbows might have, several bolts shot out.

Honestly, fighting Liu Yunxi had saved his life—his near-instinctive dodge let the bolts, far faster than he'd expected, whistle past his body with a loud thud-thud-thud behind him!

"Pava alloy! These people replaced the crossbow limbs with Pava alloy! Damn it! How the hell did they think of this?!"

Compared to Feng Xue, who had the Wind-Travel Spell, Sara—who fought up close—now had several blood holes in her body; fortunately, Pava alloy's superior properties caused the bolts to pass straight through, avoiding the nightmare of arrowheads stuck in muscle.

But Feng Xue knew he couldn't dodge volleys like this forever—he pressed the Azure Jade Seal to its limit, channeling Qi through his Ren and Du Meridians, transforming it into Wind-Thunder cultivation energy, and pouring it into his belt. A cyan-blue Lei Guang slashed down like a sword from heaven, electrocuting seven or eight natives into charred, crispy husks.

Though they worshipped the Moon Goddess, this attack—like divine wrath—caused the natives to freeze, even halting their reloading motions.

Feng Xue, wrapped in the force of the gale, didn't miss the opening—he flashed forward, leaped over the human wall, and sprinted straight for the shore.

Xiao Lingdang had already guided the Dayun Hao to arrive; though Feng Xue still wanted to investigate whether the local deity truly held a longevity domain, there was clearly no time for polite inquiry now.

Seeing Feng Xue flee, Sara abandoned combat—her nanite units sealed her wounds, she swept aside the natives beside her with one blow, and in two leaps, she was at Feng Xue's side.

Though the agreement contained no clause requiring her to protect Feng Xue, Sara knew the Dayun Hao would only depart once he boarded—so she stayed firmly behind him, guarding against crossbow bolts from behind.

But the two wanted to run—and the one above seemed unwilling to let them go so easily. The lunar tendril, flexible as a whip, lashed toward them; though they didn't know its nature, neither Feng Xue nor Sara had any intention of testing it.

Yet they were overthinking it—the tendril wasn't a weapon. In the moment they dodged, a native leapt from the jungle, glowing with moon-white radiance, a slender spiritual light extending from his crown directly into the thin tendril.

Not just him—dozens of filaments now spread along the lunar tendril, like puppet strings, pulling natives toward Feng Xue and Sara.

"Mass spirit possession?" Feng Xue instantly recognized the technique's roots—he could use it too, but Mo Ying's "brain" was too slow to handle large numbers; yet in this situation…

Feng Xue's lips curled into a smirk as he shouted to Sara, who was blocking crossbow bolts:

"Get ready to pull me!"

"Got it!" Though she didn't know what he planned, Sara closed the distance between them.

Though this dog always schemed behind the scenes, when it came to Feina's survival, she was utterly reliable.

Feng Xue received her reply, reached into his pocket, and pulled out one of the dye balls seized from the Silver Sail—then smashed it on the ground. A thick, dark halo of votive energy instantly spread, dimming the once-pure, jade-like lunar tendril.

Just as Feng Xue had been ejected from Mo Ying's dream, the chaos caused by the votive dyeing forcibly expelled the natives from their spirit—er, god-possession states; as the natives collapsed in twisted heaps, Sara didn't hesitate—she grabbed Feng Xue and bolted.

Seeing this, Feng Xue felt a flicker of relief—the votive dyeing state could block votive perception and disrupt mental techniques, but it didn't disable his own abilities; this move was merely to test Sara's behavioral logic—and, incidentally, to plant a weakness in her mind.

Though it sounded despicable, everything Feng Xue did was for his survival; as Sara sprinted through the sound barrier, the shore loomed ahead—but for some reason, the one above seemed determined to kill them, refusing to relent.

"What the hell is going on? What did we do to the Moon Goddess?" Feng Xue could clearly sense the distortion in the votive environment, his face grim; Sara, still sprinting, replied:

"How would I know? Didn't you provoke it? Like taking the Moon God Stone off the island, or using the dye ball and angering the deity?"

"Impossible! If that were true, how could the natives even sell the Moon God Stone?" Feng Xue racked his brain with Li Qianbei's teachings but couldn't fathom the Moon God's logic—luckily, the Dayun Hao was right ahead; with Sara's speed, another ten seconds…

"Aowu~"

Suddenly, a roar—part tiger, part wolf—erupted. A massive, indescribable beast, glowing with luminous white radiance, surged along the lunar tendril as if descending from the moon itself, blocking their path.

In that instant, neither thought of fighting—they both turned to stare at each other—

"Did you sneak a look at the rising moon earlier?"

"Did you sneak a look at the rising moon earlier?"

(End of Chapter)