Want to live? Be my maid.

The cave was deathly silent.

The oppressive aura of the formation, which could have made even a Golden Immortal tremble, along with the presence of Daoist Black Tiger and the others, had vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed.

Only the faint scent of spiritual energy being burned remained in the air, reminding Qiong Xiao that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.

She leaned against the cold stone wall, her face, which could topple nations, completely drained of color. Her beautiful eyes were wide open, still filled with disbelief and confusion.

Golden Immortals.

Four living Golden Immortal cultivators.

Just like that... gone?

Erased completely by the man she had previously thought to be mortal, with a mere flick of his finger, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.

Such power was beyond her comprehension.

Fear, awe, confusion—a maelstrom of emotions swirled within her, leaving her mind blank.

Lin Feng slowly turned around.

He didn't look at the cave entrance, nor did he savor his victory. His deep eyes, from beginning to end, were fixed on Qiong Xiao, like a hunter admiring his perfect prey.

His footsteps were light, yet in the silent cave, they sounded exceptionally clear. Each step was like a drumbeat on Qiong Xiao's heartstrings, causing her body to tense uncontrollably.

Lin Feng walked up to her, his tall figure casting a shadow that completely enveloped her.

Qiong Xiao instinctively recoiled, clutching the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors in her hand, which could no longer be activated. It was her only recourse now, even if it only retained its physical sharpness.

Lin Feng ignored the renowned Innate Spirit Treasure. He leaned down slightly, his handsome face close to Qiong Xiao's.

They were mere inches apart.

Qiong Xiao could even smell a clear, crisp scent emanating from him, devoid of any worldly impurities, yet filled with an indescribable aggression.

He didn't speak immediately, merely observing her with amusement, her pale cheeks, her tightly bitten lips, and her eyes filled with stubbornness and terror.

Finally, he spoke slowly, his warm breath brushing against Qiong Xiao's delicate, snow-white earlobe, sending a subtle shiver through her.

His voice was soft and gentle, yet it carried an undeniable, magical power.

"Want to live? Be my maidservant."

BOOM!

It was as if billions of lightning bolts exploded in Qiong Xiao's mind simultaneously.

Shame and rage!

An indescribable sense of humiliation, like a breached dam, instantly overwhelmed her reason.

A maidservant?

He wanted her to be his maidservant?

Who was she?

The mistress of Bixia Palace on the Three Immortal Islands, an immortal chosen by the Dao Ancestor of the Intercepting Sect, with a noble lineage, and a future prospect of reaching Grand Unity—Fairy Qiongxiao!

Throughout the Primordial World, countless immortals and gods would respectfully address her as "Fairy" and show her deference.

Yet now, this man of unknown origin wanted her to be a servant at his beck and call?

This was more humiliating than killing her!

A surge of anger shot straight to the crown of her head. She abruptly lifted her head, about to reprimand him fiercely, to hurl every curse in the world at this madman's face.

But her words were all stuck in her throat.

Because she met his eyes.

Eyes that were deep, domineering, as if containing the entire chaotic universe.

Within the depths of those eyes, there was no lust, no greed, only a detachment that viewed all things as insignificant, and an innate, irrefutable absolute control.

It was as if he wasn't making a request, but stating a fundamental truth of the Heavenly Dao.

All of Qiong Xiao's anger, pride, and unwillingness seemed pale and ridiculous under his gaze.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

A chill originating from the depths of her soul made her entire body go cold.

Who... who exactly was this person?

The perfect Heavenly Dipper formation he had casually executed had completely shattered her worldview.

That was her innate Spiritual Power, something she had cultivated for countless years and had only managed to grasp a dozen or so variations.

Yet in his hands, it was as simple and natural as breathing.

Could it be... an ancient powerful being playing at being mortal, who had returned to simplicity? One of the three thousand guests from Purple Heaven Palace?

The moment this thought arose, Qiong Xiao's heart nearly stopped beating.

If that were true, let alone being his maidservant, even ordering her to commit suicide on the spot would likely be as simple as him thinking it.

Resist?

What could she use to resist?

Her own broken body? Or the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors that no longer obeyed her?

A sense of overwhelming powerlessness washed over her, drowning her completely.

Lin Feng watched the shifting emotions on her face, the corners of his mouth curving upward even more.

His gaze slowly drifted down, landing on the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors that Qiong Xiao was tightly clutching. He spoke indifferently.

"The Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, quite a decent Innate Spirit Treasure. A pity it's been gathering dust in your hands."

Qiong Xiao's heart jolted violently.

He recognized the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors at a glance! And his tone, that casual appraisal, was like an elder commenting on a junior's toy.

She knew that the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors were formed from two ancient flood dragons, their destructive power unmatched. Even a Grand Unity Golden Immortal wouldn't dare to easily confront their edge!

And in his words, it was merely "decent"?

Before Qiong Xiao could recover from her shock, Lin Feng had already extended his hand towards her, palm facing up, his movements casual, as if asking for a trivial item.

"Give it here."

Two simple words, yet they carried an irresistible command.

Qiong Xiao's body stiffened, her arm protecting the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors instinctively tightening its grip.

This was her companion spirit treasure, a part of her, her greatest reliance! How could she easily hand it over to another!

However, when she met Lin Feng's calm, unruffled eyes, the sliver of defiance that had just risen in her heart instantly vanished.

She bitterly realized that she had no right to refuse.

In the face of absolute power, her will was worthless.

Her fingers slowly loosened, and the shimmering golden scissors, carrying Qiong Xiao's endless humiliation and unwillingness, fell into Lin Feng's hands.

"Buzz..."

The moment the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors entered his grasp, they trembled violently. Golden light erupted from the scissors, emitting high-pitched dragon roars as they tried to break free from Lin Feng's control.

The spirit treasure had a spirit. It sensed its master's humiliation and wanted to fight for her.

"Heh, quite spirited."

Lin Feng curled his lips, a hint of disdain on his face.

He didn't even use any Immortal Essence or magical power, merely tightening his five fingers suddenly.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound, as if from the soul itself, rang clearly in Qiong Xiao's ears.

The brilliant light on the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors instantly dimmed, and its violent tremors ceased abruptly. Its untamed spirit was like being forcibly extinguished by an invisible hand, becoming incredibly docile, like a piece of ordinary iron.

"Pfft!"

Qiong Xiao felt as if she had been struck by a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of heart blood. Her face turned as pale as paper.

Her spiritual connection with the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors had been... forcibly severed!

She looked at Lin Feng with wide-eyed terror, as if gazing at a demon god emerging from chaos.

With his bare hands!

He had crushed the will of the spirit of a top-tier Innate Spirit Treasure with just the power of his physical body!

What terrifying physical strength was this!

Was this still human? Even the ancestral witches of the Wu clan, who were said to have attained enlightenment through strength, wouldn't be like this!

Lin Feng toyed with the now completely "tamed" Golden Flood Dragon Scissors in his hand, tossing them casually. Then, under Qiong Xiao's stunned gaze, he lightly tossed them back into her embrace.

"Your item. Keep it safe yourself."

Qiong Xiao instinctively hugged the cold Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, her mind completely unable to process anything.

He... he had gone to all this trouble, even injuring himself, just to... subdue her magic treasure, and then return it to her?

What overbearing power, what... humiliation!

He wasn't trying to steal the treasure; he was using the most direct, most brutal method to tell her—what's yours is mine. I'll take it when I want, and return it when I want.

Your pride, your dignity, before me, is worth nothing.

Lin Feng slowly stood up, looking down at her from above, his voice turning cold.

"Now, do you understand?"

Qiong Xiao's delicate body trembled. She slowly raised her head, meeting his indifferent gaze. Tears of humiliation welled up in her eyes, but she desperately held them back.

She knew that from this moment on, the once-lofty Fairy Qiongxiao was dead.

She struggled to open her dry lips and squeezed out a single word from between her teeth.

"...Yes."