After the mind-reading cripple junior sister, the entire sect rose to prominence.

Chapter 150 Devouring
There are many kinds of suffering in the world, and being burned to death is definitely one of the most unbearable.

[Didn't they want to burn the Divination God Clan? To them, it was just a matter of giving an order, a simple matter of saying it over their own lips, completely ignoring the suffering others might be going through.]

Since they can't empathize, I don't mind letting them experience it for themselves.

The Bu Shen clan felt a sense of satisfaction, but also thought of their tragically killed relatives, and tears streamed down their faces as they watched.

Some people couldn't bear to watch and turned their heads away.

But from beginning to end, not a single person spoke up for them—

They deserved it; they deserved to die!

The doors and windows of the main hall were all closed, and after everything was over, the smell lingered for a while, which was incredibly strange.

Ling Qing frowned slightly, then raised her hand, casting a spell that left only the fresh scent of the forest after the rain in the room.

Mo Jiuwei breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much better now.

"Thank you so much, benefactor, for avenging our blood feud!" A member of the Bu Shen clan knelt down and kowtowed to Mo Jiuwei.

Their grandfather and father were killed by the clan chief, and now that the clan chief is dead, their revenge has been taken.

"No, it's not over yet."

Mo Jiuwei looked at the guard standing at the entrance of the main hall, who was trembling with fear and on the verge of fainting.

There were originally two guards here. They had tried to escape when the people were burned. One of them put his hand on the door to open it, but he disappeared the next moment.

The remaining guard was so terrified that he dared not move.

"Those 'exiled people' live in Xuezhang Courtyard, right?" Mo Jiuwei asked.

Those who were exiled, those who disagreed with the Wind Chaser Clan's ruthless methods, were shunned and abandoned. They were even separated from others and placed in more remote and desolate places.

If anyone "comes to their senses," they can surrender and then move out of Xuezhangyuan.

In other words, the clansmen who still live in Xuezhangyuan are not warlike and are not burdened with karmic obstacles.

"...Yes." The guard nodded frantically, afraid that he would be burned to death if he answered too slowly.

"Where is the great alchemist Feng Qing?" Mo Jiuwei asked again.

[Feng Qing should logically be present in the main hall as well, given his high status within the clan; there's no reason not to summon him at a time like this.]

[But Feng Qing was definitely not among those people just now.]

On the way, Chen Hong described Feng Qing's characteristics, but none of those people matched.

Since he didn't come, he must not be in the valley, or he must be busy with something.

"He needs to refine the pills today, and it's at a critical juncture," the guard said.

“Alright, besides him, gather the rest of the people from Snow Camphor Courtyard in the main hall. Tell them the clan leader has something to say.” Mo Jiuwei stared intently at him, her gaze expressionless. “If they dare to say anything they shouldn’t…”

"No, I won't... Don't worry, I will definitely do as you say!" the man hurriedly said.

Mo Jiuwei hummed in agreement, then looked at Ling Qing.

“Hold out your hand,” she said.

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Ling Qing extended her palm as instructed.

Mo Jiuwei chuckled softly, then reached out her hand to him.

A faint black flame flickered in Ling Qing's palm, but it was devoid of warmth and showed no sign of killing intent.

Ling Qing was taken aback, and his people were also relieved.

"I'm leaving this to you," Mo Jiuwei said. "With it, your Bu Shen clan can avenge your humiliation today and truly avenge your clansmen."

[Even a little black god can be very obedient.] Ling Qing was moved, "Thank you."

"You're going to find Feng Qing? We'll go with you," Chen Lan said, having roughly guessed Mo Jiuwei's thoughts.

Mo Jiuwei was surprised, but still shook her head, "You guys stay here and help them. Senior Sister Du can take me to find Feng Qing."

Sigh, I can't even be lazy and talk less now; I've talked almost as much in the last few days as I have in a year.

[Once I finish this job, I'll go back to being a mute!]

Du Yue smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take you."

The place where the great alchemist Feng Qing lived was easy to find; it was very close to the main hall, and it didn't take long to get there.

There was a restriction on the bottom of the door that Mo Jiuwei couldn't break, so she and Du Yue could only frantically bang on the door.

Anyone else would never dare to offend Master Feng like this. Everyone knows how highly the clan leader and others regard this master. Besides, Feng Qing has always had a bad temper and is very hot-tempered. Anyone who dares to disturb him like this will be seriously injured, if not killed!

And indeed, after a short while of continuous banging, the door was suddenly pushed open from the inside, accompanied by angry shouts—

"What are you filming for, you bastard? Are you looking for death? Watch out for me—"

He stretched out his hand, intending to slap the person on the head.

Feng Qing knew very well that the clan leaders would only send him a message if they had something to say. Even if they had something urgent to ask him to come over, they would just knock on the door and wait until he was done with his work.

So apart from those ignorant juniors, there wouldn't be anyone else.

Perfectly, the younger generation could be beaten and scolded by him without anyone daring to say anything.

But his palm struck empty air.

Du Yue stood on the other side of the door, which was exactly where his hand was.

Mo Jiuwei was on the ground at that moment, and she was too short for the palm to hit her.

Feng Qing was taken aback, then frowned. "Who are you? What do you want with me?"

[Is this the person who fused the Crane's Cry Spiritual Fire with the Elixir Fire?]

That's all there is to it.

The reason Mo Jiuwei specifically came to find Feng Qing was because of his Dan Huo (a type of internal energy).

The Bu Shen clan nearly died from this person's combined elixir fire and spiritual fire. He was not the owner of the spiritual fire, but he was acquainted with the other party and they were likely blood relatives.

That's why his blood relatives gave him a portion of their spiritual fire, allowing him to merge with the pill fire and become something far superior to ordinary pill fire.

For an alchemist, whether it's alchemical fire or spiritual fire, its purpose is to improve alchemy, not to kill or plunder.

However, this person used fire as a weapon, allowing his clansmen to use it to torture and kill others, which was truly excessive.

As Mo Jiuwei sized up Feng Qing, Feng Qing was also sizing her up, his gaze filled with calculation and cruelty.

"What a beautiful little girl, with delicate skin and a pure, sweet scent. If only she could be used for alchemy..." Feng Qing said, even sticking out his tongue to lick his lips with a look of longing.

Du Yue was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage, "Insolence!"

"Giving you a little longer has made even the air more polluted."

Mo Jiuwei frowned, and without further ado, allowed the Black Divine Spirit Fire to annihilate his divine consciousness.

Feng Qing didn't even have time to scream before he fell straight down.

The black god began to burn its body, and when it reached the dantian (lower abdomen), it seemed to grow larger, accompanied by a small "whoosh" sound of devouring.

It is happy.