Afraid She Was Too Beautiful

From beginning to end, Yu Feiling did not say a single word.

Partly because she was not one for many words by nature, and partly because the stirring in her heart defied expression.

She stared blankly at the No Form Pill in her hand, with no idea what she ought to feel.

At first, when she heard that her daughter wished to marry out, she had been somewhat dissatisfied. But the bond of the First Down had been established, the procedures for competition among the clans had been complete, and Qin Yi's victory was beyond dispute. She merely followed the rules and raised no objection.

Who could have known that this son-in-law would bring one surprise after another? He retrieved the phoenix feather, saved the Sacred Tree, fought the Dragon Son, revived the World Tree, and stabilized the Four Seas. And that was not enough... he even intended to elevate her among the Nine Kings.

Yu Feiling had never imagined such a thing.

For tens of thousands of years, the Winged Humans had seen themselves as guards—the Phoenix Emperor's close attendants, the Dragon Son's assistants.

She had never considered becoming the king of any sea region.

Yet now, it truly seemed possible, provided she became the Spirit of Wind.

The Spirit of Wind was not truly difficult for a wind-aspected cultivator already at the peak of Qianyuan, especially one standing near the World Tree. With the No Form Pill in hand to assist her, Yu Feiling was certain she had over an eighty percent chance of success.

At their realm, so-called odds above eighty percent were practically no different from certainty. It was only that fate was difficult to predict, so no one dared speak too absolutely.

There was even the slightest possibility that she might glimpse the No Form