Chapter 110: Birth Mother

Seeing that the other party effortlessly snatched the treasure box from his hands, Yan Nan was struck with terror. The cultivation levels of these three were simply unfathomable!

Glancing furtively at the stolen treasure box, his heart chilled with dread: the treasure box was his master’s most cherished celestial artifact. Even if he managed to escape by some miracle, there was no way he would survive once he returned to his master. Desperately, he thought of fighting to retrieve the box... but alas, he was utterly outmatched.

No matter—death awaited him either way, so he resolved to give it his all! With a flicker of intention, he secretly clenched two high-grade talismans in his palm. These were gifts from his master before departure. The master had warned him that the young girl was peculiar and bestowed upon him a set of linked talismans as a precaution. He had never imagined they would come in handy—yet fate was unpredictable.

At that moment, an oppressive aura descended like a mountain pressing down. The talismans slipped from his palm as Yan Nan collapsed, both knees hitting the ground, forced face-down by the weight.

“Revered one...” A metallic, coppery taste flooded his throat as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Trash!” The man in black robes on the right scowled darkly, waving his sleeve. “Get lost!”

A fierce gust arose. Yan Nan was caught off guard, feeling the world spin as he let out a miserable scream.

Inside the small wooden box, Feng Ke’er watched clearly as Yan Nan was swept away by a mere flick of a sleeve. Staring at the tiny black dot vanishing into the sky, she wiped a cold sweat: she wondered if this man too would be forced to cross realms because of this...

In truth, Feng Ke’er had already made her plan the moment she decided to enter this dead-end. Rather than hiding passively, she would take the initiative—pretend defeat and let herself be captured. Once she met the mastermind behind it all, everything would be revealed. If the hidden hand was formidable, she could retreat into her spatial domain and wait for an opportunity to flee. If not... well, at least she would claim this wooden box, which was neither large nor small.

But the appearance of the trio of crows thoroughly disrupted her scheme. These three cursed stars had blown Yan Nan away; now there was no one to bring her to the mastermind. They were so strong that she could not discern their cultivation level. The power gap was too great. Forget about the treasure box—it was impossible to snatch it now. She was unsure if their cultivation was sufficient to detect her spatial domain. So, whether to hide inside or boldly confront them was a vexing dilemma.

“Brother, this box is just an ordinary high-grade treasure container. The person inside is just a little girl, barely weaned!” The man on the right, the youngest of the three, glanced at the wooden box in the eldest’s hands and raised an eyebrow. For over ten thousand years, their eldest had cared only about one thing: seeking out the old Wind fellow, never meddling in trivial matters. What was going on today?

Originally, the three brothers had ventured into the outskirts of Joy Valley because the sealing formations there bore some resemblance to the Wind clan’s style. After searching fruitlessly for a year, just as they were about to leave the marketplace and exit Joy Valley, a faint spiritual fluctuation came from the southeast corner of the market—a cultivation technique of the Wind clan!

When all seemed lost, a glimmer of hope appeared. The three immediately teleported over, arriving just in time to witness Feng Ke’er fall into the wooden box trap.

Since the attack in the guest room, Feng Ke’er had feared the mastermind would detect the many secrets she carried. She had hidden the Concealment Talisman, the Azure Lotus Sword, and the Phoenix Jade Token inside her spatial domain. Thus, the three brothers saw through her disguise at a glance.

Standing on the left was the second brother. Sharp-eyed, he shook his head disappointedly and said, “Brother, this girl isn’t really...” Earlier, from a distance, he had only a vague impression. Now, seeing clearly, the spiritual fluctuations on the girl’s body only bore a slight resemblance—two points similarity—to the Wind clan’s. Cultivation was complex yet straightforward in essence: many things in the cultivation world converged despite different paths. Such slight similarity was common. This was part of why their long search had yielded nothing.

Unexpectedly, before he could finish, the eldest brother appeared, glaring fiercely and shouting.

United, the brothers were as strong as forged steel. Moreover, the second and third brothers had always followed their eldest without question. His decision was theirs—right or wrong. Without hesitation, they flanked him.

Yet they could not comprehend why their eldest now stood up for a mere little girl—and why this did not conflict with his usual studious and inquisitive nature.

The eldest held the wooden box solemnly and said, “Better to err than to let her go.”

The second and third brothers exchanged knowing glances: after ten thousand years of fruitless searching, even their usually composed eldest was beginning to show impatience.

Speaking, the eldest activated spiritual power, holding the box in one hand and forming a hand seal with the other, chanting softly to break the box’s seal. To those lowly beings in the Lower Realm, this item could change size at will, capture demons, and do the impossible. This was only because their cultivation was too shallow. To the immortals and gods of the Spiritual or Divine Realms, this was merely a storage box—no different from a modern safe. What the eldest was doing now was simply unlocking it. Once the external seal was broken, the box would open.

This was no challenge for a pursuer from the Divine Realm.

In an instant, the seal was broken. The wooden box opened!

But the three brothers were dumbfounded. The box was empty! The little girl was gone!

The eldest inhaled sharply, his eyes flickering with two small flames of excitement. “Find her. We must find this girl.” It was well known among the Divine Realm’s esteemed that the Wind clan’s successive chiefs and sacred maidens mastered a spatial creation technique. They could conjure a private space accessible at will, serving as a vast storage, a secret training ground, and a refuge in times of danger.

For a young girl at the peak nascent core stage to disappear without a trace under the watchful eyes of the three brothers, leaving no residual cultivation marks in the box, it could only mean she had slipped into the legendary spatial domain.

Truly, a needle in a haystack! The second and third brothers were no ordinary men; a slight hint was enough for them to understand.

Back to back, they closed their eyes, held their breath, and unleashed their divine senses, beginning a thorough carpet search. With their combined might, even a reincarnated Wind clan chief’s space would have nowhere to hide!

No wonder they were renowned Divine Realm pursuers. Their guess was correct: Feng Ke’er was fleeing through her spatial domain.

Earlier, she had been caught between a rock and a hard place—if she entered her space, the trio’s strength might shatter it; if she stayed outside, she had already experienced their formidable power. She was terrified...

Unable to fight or flee, against absolute strength, all stratagems were but fleeting illusions. This time, trouble was immense!

Yet the eldest gave her little time to decide.

Seeing the outer seal about to be broken, with urgency pressing down, Feng Ke’er steeled her heart and decisively withdrew into her space—no matter what, she would gamble!

“Girl!” Upon entering, a familiar voice echoed in her ear.

The Sect Leader! The Supreme Sect Leader! Feng Ke’er raised her hand, producing the Phoenix Jade Token, which emitted a gentle white light. Tears welled in her eyes at the sight. That old codger had finally appeared again!

“Girl. *Cough cough,* don’t cry,” the Sect Leader’s voice was hoarse. “These years, I was on a distant mission and just returned.”

Even great deities had distant assignments? A scene from Journey to the West sprang to mind—Venus descending to deliver the heavenly edict to Sun Wukong—and Feng Ke’er shivered. Yet her hearing and insight were far sharper now; she sensed something was off about the Sect Leader’s voice—hoarse, weak, lacking confidence, as if gravely injured.

“You old codger, you’re hurt?” The words slipped out before she could stop herself, and she gasped, covering her mouth in horror. Good heavens, how had she just addressed the great Sect Leader? Over three centuries alone in the Obstruction Sea, with no one to talk to, all her joys and sorrows, wounds and pain, she bore alone.

She remembered a day in the second year after entering the Obstruction Sea, when she was killing monsters in a secluded forest. By chance, a nascent core cultivator glimpsed the power of her Azure Lotus Sword and gathered over a dozen accomplices to attack her.

Before then, Feng Ke’er had only fought monsters, never clashed with fellow cultivators. Her cultivation was far weaker then, while the attackers were nascent core cultivators. The battle was fierce.

In the end, Feng Ke’er emerged victorious. As she came to her senses from a near madness of slaughter, she looked at the scattered corpses and felt her inner world collapse.

The Azure Lotus Sword slipped from her grasp; clutching the Phoenix Jade Token stained with her kin’s blood, she incoherently called out to the Sect Leader: No, she was not a murderer! There was no law here, no human rights—only the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest... She was defending herself.

She did not know why she needed to explain to the Sect Leader. Though he never responded, emptying her heart made her feel better, changing many of her views.

From then on, Feng Ke’er developed a habit: whether in pain or joy, she would confide in the Phoenix Jade Token. But the Sect Leader never replied, so she resented this half-hearted fellow, and over time her respectful “Sect Leader” became the teasing “old codger.” She had gotten used to it—until now, when she accidentally let it slip.

“Oh no!” She slapped her forehead, wailing silently.

Indeed, the Sect Leader’s voice suddenly turned cold, chuckling, “Brat, a few days apart and your mouth’s gotten even wilder!”

“Sect Leader...” Feng Ke’er shivered, clutching the Phoenix Jade Token, smiling brightly. The old man was angry—she had to coax him back.

But the Sect Leader spoke sternly, “The situation is urgent. We’ll settle accounts later. I now teach you the Great Transposition Technique, so you can escape this calamity!”

Feng Ke’er was overjoyed, unable to hold back, planting a kiss on the token: “Sect Leader, you’re truly my dear mother!” So understanding.

“*Cough cough cough...*” The Sect Leader’s voice trembled fiercely. “Stop your nonsense! Mother? I’m a genuine man!” (To be continued)

Supreme Sect Manual 110_Chapter 110 “Dear Mother” update complete!