The leader of the cultivation alliance has a crush on me.

Everyone else in Xuanshang Palace has been practicing abstaining from grains for many years, but Song Ke has been unable to advance in his cultivation level due to his desire for food. So, if we're talking about who cooks the best in Xuanshang Palace...

Of course it's Song Ke!

Zhou Youzhen then invited several aunties from the foot of the mountain who knew how to cook to help prepare several tables of dishes, along with fine wine, to welcome the new cultivators.

The full moon hung high in the sky, the mountains were desolate and cold, but the square in front of the palace was bustling with activity. Everyone was drinking and enjoying themselves, as if they were experiencing the pleasures of the mortal world before they became immortals.

Song Ke leaned closer to Zhou Youzhen, raised the wine pot in her hand, and poured him a full cup of wine with a considerate expression. She casually asked, "Why did my sister go back to Yuxiao Mountain when she was perfectly fine?"

Zhou Youzhen smiled nonchalantly: "She said she's been busy in the mountains lately and has taken her leave first."

"It's a pity we can't witness the spectacular scene of extracting divine bones."

"I've heard that when a person cultivates to the point of enlightenment, they become an immortal, and when an immortal's merits are perfected, they become a god. I've also heard that divine bones are the best material for crafting magical artifacts. I wonder if the Alliance Leader will be generous with them."

Upon hearing this, Song Ke immediately interrupted him, saying coldly, "Forget about it."

"Wen Zhen is such a wicked god, his divine bones are probably blackened to charcoal. If he were to come, he would only taint his path to perfect merit."

Zhou Youzhen shook his head and sighed dramatically, "It seems that there is not much difference between being a god and being a human. It's such a pity. Becoming a god is not easy, but falling from a great height is very easy."

"correct."

"how?"

Zhou Youzhen pointed to the groups of newly arrived cultivators and asked with interest, "Why is the Alliance Leader accepting these cultivators?"

Because Song Ke had drunk some alcohol, her face was flushed and her eyes gradually became hazy. She glanced vaguely in that direction, shook her head and then nodded.

"I don't quite understand it either."

"Probably because they were afraid someone else would come knocking on their door, so they wanted to increase their self-defense capabilities in advance."

Zhou Youzhen poured himself another glass of wine, then clinked it against Song Ke's glass. He downed it in one gulp without a second thought, knowing better than to ask any further questions.

Before leaving, he said, "I always feel like there's some secret between you and the leader."

"A secret?" Song Ke chuckled. "Of course, it can't be revealed casually."

"Ah...no...I know I was wrong...please...please don't take my divine bones...ah...it hurts..."

Feng Xun was using his spiritual power to search for divine bones inch by inch on Wen Zhen's body. The spiritual power seemed to carry a huge violent element, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard wherever it passed.

This was the first time Song Ke had witnessed the process of extracting divine bones, and she never expected it to be so bloody, cruel, and dangerous.

The person who extracts the divine bone must concentrate and inject spiritual power into the body of the divine being from whom the bone is extracted. They cannot be distracted, otherwise the other party will likely find a weakness and use the spiritual power injected into the body to launch a backlash attack.

Song Ke ignored Wen Zhen's wailing and roaring. She turned her gaze to Feng Xun, who was deep in thought, wondering what kind of miserable state he had in when his divine bones were taken.

Just hearing the sound of bones being crushed inch by inch makes my whole body ache.

However, Feng Xun had a strong mentality and was not affected by Wen Zhen's roar at all.

With Song Ke focused on protecting the Dharma, if Feng Xun were attacked at this moment, he would be completely passive and powerless to fight back.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Zhen's roaring stopped. He suddenly became quiet. Song Ke looked up and saw that Feng Xun had stopped. His spiritual power had reached Wen Zhen's kneecap.

There were faint lights emanating from there, which must be where Wen Zhen's divine bones were located.

Sure enough, under Wen Zhen's horrified gaze, Feng Xun grabbed with his bare hand, and with a crisp "crack," a divine bone flew out from his knee. The divine bone changed shape the moment it flew out, and when it reached Feng Xun's hand, it became a bead the size of an egg, shaped like a walnut, but with a smooth surface.

“Give it back to me. It’s my divine bone. You can’t…take it away. Chongyuan, how could you do such a despicable thing as forcibly taking someone else’s divine bone?”

“You are Chongyuan Divine Lord, who is supported by all schools and worshipped by thousands of immortals and gods. How could you really forcibly take someone else’s divine bones? This is not you... This is not how you act. How could you do such a thing?”

Wen Zhen weakly and through gritted teeth accused Feng Xun, saying that he was the one who provoked Feng Xun, and now he was the one who suffered the consequences in Feng Xun's hands.

He thought that since Feng Xun hadn't made any moves in so many days, he still believed that Feng Xun was the same person he used to know—a righteous man who never resorted to private punishment, and who disdained underhanded methods that would destroy someone's foundation.

But at this moment, his divine power dissipated, and the unbearable pain in his knee told him that Chong Yuan had really made a move, and without hesitation, and decisively.

Song Ke found Wen Zhen's words amusing. She walked over without ceremony, not knowing whether it was for Feng Xun or for Nan Shu Hai. She stepped on his bleeding knee and pressed her other hand on his forehead.

Wen Zhen instinctively cried out in pain, his voice shrill and piercing, startling all the birds and beasts around the Fire Rock Cave.

If Feng Xun had taken his divine bone, he might still have had a chance to become a god again in the future. But now Song Ke had shattered his last hope. She not only destroyed Wen Zhen's sea of ​​consciousness but also his spiritual veins, turning him into an ordinary person who had no physical strength and a fool who knew nothing.

Feng Xun didn't say much, but seeing the bloodstains on Song Ke's skirt, he squatted down and used a cleaning spell on her.

Song Ke looked down at Feng Xun with a scrutinizing expression, and tentatively asked, "You won't punish me, will you?"

Feng Xun stood up and stood straight in front of Song Ke, his tone revealing both indulgence and helplessness: "If I had known you wanted to vent your anger, you would have told me."

Song Ke pointed to the idiot gnawing on a rock on the ground: "Just throw him out and let him fend for himself."

"Ah."

Song Ke pointed to the divine bone and asked, "What are you going to do with this?"

Feng Xun didn't say it outright, but instead asked, "How's your refining of my divine bones going these past few days?"

Song Ke placed his palm on his forehead, and after a moment a flash of light appeared. The divine bone emerged from his forehead and landed in Song Ke's palm. It was like a lotus seed, but larger than a lotus seed, about the size of a thumb. Song Ke looked at the divine bone, and then at Feng Xun.

With a look of curiosity, she asked cautiously, "Where were your divine bones taken out back then?"

"Does it hurt?"

Just as Feng Xun was about to speak, he heard Song Ke ask him if it hurt.

Feng Xun thought about it carefully. He couldn't remember whether it hurt or not after so many years. He only remembered the blue figure rushing towards him and blocking his way.

He still remembered that she took the blow for him and was so weak that her face turned pale.

how about you?

Does it hurt?

Feng Xun opened his mouth as if to ask, but ultimately did not.

Under Song Ke's gaze, he pointed to his side, then chuckled softly and said, "It doesn't hurt."