Miao Feng's Filth Water was a magical treasure she had cultivated for nearly a thousand years. It could devour everything in the world; even a Great Golden Immortal would lose a layer of skin upon contact. Li Mohhan, after all, was mortal flesh and blood. Even with his formidable spiritual power and profound cultivation, he couldn't possibly withstand the Filth Water's attack.
Ye Huohuo knew the power of this Filth Water. She had managed to keep a distance from it earlier, and even so, she could feel the deathly aura emanating from it, causing her to feel an bone-chilling coldness despite the protective golden light surrounding her.
Currently, she was lying horizontally in mid-air, her head pinned by Li Mohhan's palm, unable to move. However, her eyes were still agile. She saw the Filth Water shooting towards Li Mohhan's forehead, while Li Mohhan was looking down at her with his eyes slightly lowered. Ye Huohuo was greatly alarmed. She wanted to cry out a warning to Li Mohhan, but she couldn't even open her mouth. Her distress caused cold sweat to break out.
"Calm your mind!" Li Mohhan's stern voice, like a thunderclap, struck Ye Huohuo's ears, jolting her to alertness even in her predicament.
After speaking, he raised his other hand, extended two fingers, and pinched.
The stream of Filth Water was thus held between his two fingers.
"Your hand!" Lu Yao couldn't help but exclaim. She also knew the Filth Water's power. Forget fingers; even two steel pipes would be melted upon contact. Was this guy truly powerful or genuinely foolish? How could he directly touch the Filth Water with his fingers?
Ye Huohuo couldn't bear to watch. She felt as if she saw Li Mohhan's two fingers, and even his entire arm, being dissolved into pus by the Filth Water, spreading towards his body. She inwardly resented Li Mohhan's past life, thinking that since it wasn't his own body, he could treat it so carelessly. It was over; Li Mohhan would lose an arm today, if not his life.
However, what happened next stunned them all. Li Mohhan's fingers, which should have been dissolved, were completely unharmed. Not only did the Filth Water fail to injure his fingers, but it moved like an obedient little snake, weaving back and forth between his two fingers, forming a sideways number 8.
"How could this be? Who exactly are you, and how can you control the Filth Water?" Miao Feng's expression changed drastically. That was her treasure cultivated for a thousand years; in this world, besides her, no one else should have the ability to control it. Every time she reincarnated, she would place the Filth Water beside Li Ke, who was in hibernation, partly to protect it and partly to await her next life.
What she hadn't expected was that this young gentleman, who appeared to be in his early thirties, could so easily subdue the Filth Water. This was even more unacceptable to her than the sun rising from the west.
Li Mohhan looked at her with cold eyes. "It seems that in every life, you only cling to your own obsession and never learn from your mistakes."
"What do you mean? Who are you?" Miao Feng became agitated. Even when Ye Huohuo threatened to perish with her earlier, she hadn't shown such urgency, nor had she revealed any fear when Ye Huohuo used Li Ke to threaten her.
But the current Miao Feng was completely different from her previous composure. She was not only panicked but also showed an expression of near despair in her eyes. "You can't be him, how could you be him? He's dead, I watched him die with my own eyes, and moreover..." She trailed off, her eyes fixed on Li Mohhan widening increasingly.
Ye Huohuo's position was awkward, and she could only see Miao Feng's expression. As for Li Mohhan, who was pressing down on her head, she couldn't see him at all. Seeing Miao Feng's expression, she knew something must be happening, but she couldn't move at all. She rolled her eyes upwards for a long time, unable to even see the hem of Li Mohhan's clothes, making her so anxious that tears were about to fall.
Previously, she had always been curious about Li Mohhan's past life. But at that time, Fang Fang, the Thousand-Year Phantom, had mentioned it in passing. Ye Huohuo had asked her about it, but Fang Fang, perhaps out of fear or for some other reason, was tight-lipped. No matter how Ye Huohuo tried to probe, she never told her, even leaving without a word in the end.
Fang Fang's attitude further solidified Li Mohhan's past life into a hidden thorn in Ye Huohuo's heart. When triggered, she couldn't help but want to uncover the truth. Now, she felt the truth might be right beside her, but she couldn't see it. Was this also a form of misfortune? Never getting what she wanted? Whether it was Li Mohhan himself or his past life, she could only get close, but no matter how hard she tried, he was always so elusive.
Suddenly, Ye Huohuo's gaze fell on the opposite wall. The shadow of Li Mohhan imprinted on the wall seemed to have changed. The appearance...
His hair had grown longer?
"Are you perhaps..."
Just as Ye Huohuo couldn't get a clear look at what was happening with the shadow, she heard Miao Feng say this. But before Miao Feng could finish, she couldn't speak anymore.
"You talk too much, and you're wrong too much. You can leave now!" Li Mohhan interrupted Miao Feng's unfinished words. With a raise of his hand, a purple lightning bolt struck Miao Feng directly between her eyebrows. Miao Feng didn't even have time to dodge before she fell.
As she fell, her face was turned towards Ye Huohuo, her eyes staring fixedly at Ye Huohuo, as if she had some unfinished business to tell her. Her already withered face now looked even more sinister.
Although she didn't utter a word, Ye Huohuo understood her thoughts from her eyes. While Miao Feng's actions deserved death, her feelings for Li Ke touched Ye Huohuo. She moved her lips slightly, silently saying, "I will take care of Li Ke!"
Miao Feng's wide, bulging eyes softened. Her tightly clenched right hand slowly opened, revealing a purple crystal stone lying quietly within. The previously omnipotent Miao Feng was so vulnerable before Li Mohhan's past life.
Ye Huohuo couldn't quite articulate her feelings. Initially, her contact with Li Mohhan was purely to borrow his luck. But now, it seemed his past life was becoming an increasing enigma. His power was astonishing; perhaps no one in the current Xuanmen would be his match. Who exactly was this person? And why, after reincarnation, did he still retain his past life's memories and spiritual power?
She looked again at Li Mohhan's shadow on the wall. His shadow hadn't changed at all; the length of his hair was the same as Li Mohhan's, not longer. Had she imagined it?
More and more mysteries plagued Ye Huohuo's mind, and her heart grew increasingly restless.
Her soul, which had stabilized somewhat, began to become chaotic again.
"Focus, you're about to lose your life and you're still meddling in others' affairs!" Li Mohhan's cold voice rang out from above her head.
Ye Huohuo was jolted by his reprimand. Yes, these were things she could ponder after surviving. Without life, no amount of mystery could be unraveled, and even if someone else solved them, she wouldn't know. She would be utterly annihilated, without even the chance to become a ghost.
"Mr. Li, is Ye Huohuo still salvageable?" Zuo Qingya circled around to Ye Huohuo's front. He glanced at the thoroughly deceased Miao Feng and sighed softly.
Then he looked up at Ye Huohuo, his clear eyes flashing with concern and self-reproach.
"Your cultivation is significantly higher than both of them. Why did you let her use the Funeral Dissolution Grand Technique to protect you?" Li Mohhan's words were sharp and ruthless.
"I... I was overconfident! And..." Although extremely unwilling to admit it, it was the truth. "It's also a fact that I am no match for Miao Feng."
Li Mohhan's gaze fixed on Zuo Qingya. "Men and women should maintain proper distance. Don't you, as a cultivator, understand this?"
Hearing Li Mohhan's words, Zuo Qingya thought of how he had held Ye Huohuo just now. Originally, he hadn't felt anything inappropriate about it, but after Li Mohhan's comment, the soft, warm, and cool sensation of holding Ye Huohuo in his arms suddenly felt awkward.
"I... I was saving her at the time. But since you are so powerful, why didn't you intervene earlier? Why did you wait until Ye Huohuo used the Funeral Dissolution Grand Technique to make your move? If you had acted sooner, she wouldn't have ended up like this." Zuo Qingya, usually a gentle person, was also extremely this time.