Chapter 7: 007 [Heaven Slaying Arc] Black Poison Mark

Feng Yunyi used the excuse of changing clothes to quickly follow behind Feng Yunmo. However, just as Feng Yunmo turned into Wanyue Court, she vanished within it. The two of them circled around, but they could not find her.

"Where the hell did she go?" Feng Yunyi asked through gritted teeth.

Feng Yun裳 gave her a cold glance. "Since she wasn't found here, she must have crawled out through the dog hole and headed toward the main gate with the hairpin. What are you standing there for? Go call people to find that fool. Do you really intend to wait until she sells your hairpin before you go running to ask her for it?"

"Oh, oh!" Feng Yunyi nodded several times in quick succession and turned around. Dressed in her soaking wet clothes, she ran off to command her maids to watch all the exits of the Feng family estate; once they spotted Feng Yunmo, they were to catch her and bring her back.

It wasn't until Feng Yun裳 also departed that Feng Yunmo, who was standing amidst the dense thickets of large trees while holding Lü Ying, jumped down to the ground.

Lü Ying stared at her young lady in shock, her trembling hands clutching Feng Yunmo's arm tightly.

"Mi... mi... Miss..." The voice calling out to Feng Yunmo was shaking violently, and she looked at the current Feng Yunmo with an expression as if she had seen a ghost.

For the past few days, Lü Ying had felt that something was different about Feng Yunmo, but Feng Yunmo had never spoken. Since waking up, this was the first time she had run out to play.

The current Feng Yunmo made Lü Ying feel that she was no longer the silly and submissive person she used to be. It felt as though she had been repackaged from head to toe; her sallow little face radiated an indescribable aura, faintly revealing a daunting charm.

"Ah..." Lü Ying suddenly covered her mouth.

Feng Yunmo glanced back slightly, knowing why Lü Ying had screamed. Not only had she leaped onto such a high tree while carrying Lü Ying, but she had also easily brought her down from the tree while ensuring neither of them was injured. As a useless person with no profound qi, it was unlikely she could use profound qi to convert into lightness kung fu, but her soul was that of an outstanding assassin from the twenty-first century. Even without profound qi, she could still move with ease.

She reached out and patted Lü Ying. "Miss, has something about me changed?"

"Miss, did you... did you fall from the tree?" Lü Ying's mind was momentarily muddled, and her speech became incoherent.

The corners of Feng Yunmo's mouth curled slightly. She clenched her hands into fists and placed them behind her back, a faint, chilling light bursting from the depths of her black eyes. "I didn't fall from the tree. Your Miss will never be foolish again; no one will be able to bully us like before."

"That's great, that's great! Miss is finally better!" Lü Ying opened her arms and hugged Feng Yunmo, but her expression suddenly changed as she added, "By the way, Miss, you lost your profound qi when you were eight because of an illness. So now, since you are better, how about..."

She leaned her ear close to Feng Yunmo's, whispering quietly for fear that walls might have ears...

Feng Yunmo's eyebrows twitched slightly. She elegantly curled the corners of her mouth and gave a slight nod.

What Lü Ying suggested would require action at night. Feng Yunmo sat cross-legged on the bed and secretly circulated her qi, only to realize that there was not a single trace of profound qi within her dantian. Her body was like an empty shell, and that shell had a hole in it; as she practiced her profound qi, that bottomless pit would simultaneously drain the qi from her body.

No matter how hard she tried throughout the day, she could not fill that bottomless pit. Suddenly, she felt a pain in her arm as if it had been deeply sliced by a knife. She frowned slightly, slowly opened her eyes, rolled up her sleeve, and looked at a long, deep, black line-shaped mark in the middle of her arm.