Spirit Vessel

ved someone like this.
He also seemed relaxed and unrestrained.

Feiyun gave Whitey back to her.
She was only half a head shorter than him now, no longer the same little girl.

People were right, girls really changed once they hit eighteen years of age.

“Go back, you shouldn't have come here.” He said.

“I can’t go back…” Her brows furrowed, filled with sadness.

The two of them found an ice cave on a snowy peak with the shape of a canine tooth to hide from the chilling gales.
He used his huge bell to block the entrance.

Qing’er sat on an ice boulder while holding Whitey, telling Feiyun about what happened in the clan after his departure.

“So you ran away from home?” He frowned after listening.

“Yes, we made it out thanks to the help of several uncles.
We didn’t know where to go and wanted to find you but got ambushed by people from Qian.
They killed everyone, I’m the only one who managed to escape.” Qing’er started crying as she leaned on his shoulder: “I was very afraid with only Whitey to keep me company but I’m not anymore.”

Feiyun smelled something sweet coming from her, not to mention her soft breasts pushing on him.
However, he didn’t have a single perverted thought.

He calmly embraced her and stroked her hair, not completely sold on her story.
This girl was better at tricking people than him.

“Feng Mo became so emotionless, I see, looks like Yama’s heart has changed him completely.” Feiyun said.

“Yes, the clan master changed completely after you left.
Whitey told me that it saw him eating hearts from disciples of the main branches, the talented and powerful ones.” Qing’er slightly trembled and gripped his sleeves tighter, seemingly afraid that she would be next.

“That brat is indeed capable, able to fuse with my heart completely on top of using its power in full.
Unfortunately, his cultivation is too weak, the same with his body.
Feeding that evil heart requires eating one heart each day and it must be from someone with a similar bloodline.” Yama’s cruel and sarcastic voice sounded.

Feiyun’s eyes turned sharp.

“His cultivation grows stronger after each consumption.
The stronger the victim, the bigger the increase.
Brat, I’m sure your heart is his biggest target.” Yama went on.

“My cultivation isn’t high enough for him to want my heart right now.
I believe that he is waiting till we reach the ninth or pseudo level before making his move.
He definitely won’t touch me before that or will protect me at all costs.” Feiyun said coldly.

“Makes sense, you got a plan?” Yama didn’t want Feiyun to die either since he has uses for the guy.

“We’ll see.” Feiyun has always been wary of Feng Mo so he wasn’t surprised to hear Qing’er story.

“Qingqing, you’ll be in more danger following me.
Feng Mo won’t eat your heart since you’re too weak right now.
We’re the two most gifted in the clan and our hearts are the most precious too.
Go back to the clan for now.” Feiyun said.

Qing’er shook her head repeatedly with tears flowing down: “No, I’m scared, I just want to go with your, Big Bro, I won’t hold you back at all, just don’t throw me away.”

“Fine.
Remember, your fate is in your own hand, grow stronger and you will never be afraid anymore.” Feiyun sighed and agreed.

“Good, there’s one more thing though.” Qing’er smiled brightly and looked up after hearing this.
Not even one teardrop could be seen now.
She grabbed Whitey’s tail and lifted it up.

Feiyun started questioning the validity of her story.
She didn’t look like she was suffering from being chased by people from Qian bur rather enjoying the situation.

She rubbed Whitey’s stomach and squeezed its throat.
Suddenly, the character “nine” on the kitty released a terrible light. 

It vomited a person shrouded in a holy and frightening aura.
No, to be exact, this was a corpse evil.

It looked ancient and sad.
There was no sign of decay.
This male corpse looked quite heroic; its empty eyes were muddled.

“Feng Chi! Don’t tell me you escaped the clan because you stole him!” Feiyun got up, shocked.