Deep Pockets, the Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle

Great Peng's pupils suddenly contracted, and terror filled his heart. I've fled for so long, yet I still haven't escaped his grasp?

Am I really doomed this time?

Without another thought, Great Peng beat his wings and shot upward again, shouting sharply, "Don't think you can catch me so easily! I wasn't even going all out just now..."

But this time, Great Peng failed to take flight. A swath of five-colored radiance suddenly appeared above his head.

The five-colored light flowed and shifted, incomparably heavy, like countless great mountains crashing down upon him.

It forced him from the sky and back into Minghe's palm, crushing him until he vomited blood.

"Never! Never think of suppressing me! I am the Son of Yuan Feng, the first Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird born between heaven and earth! My bloodline is noble—I cannot possibly be subdued and made into your mount!"

Though Great Peng was pinned down by the Five Elements Mountain formed from Minghe's Five-Colored Divine Light, his ferocity did not diminish. He struggled relentlessly, glaring fiercely at Minghe as he roared, "The moment you let me go, I'll break free and roam the world unfettered!"

"What a Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird. A little foolish, perhaps, but more than good enough as a mount."

Minghe smiled. With a slight movement of his mind, Great Peng suddenly felt the blood throughout his body boil.

Minghe had taken control of his blood, using it to form countless restrictions.

Great Peng's physical body, primordial spirit, and even his magic power were all sealed by those restrictions. Though he possessed a body full of divine abilities, he could no longer use them, and despair overwhelmed him.

He knew that he was truly finished this time. Under such circumstances, he was completely under Minghe's control; he could not even kill himself.

"Enough. I believe you understand my methods now. From now on, obediently serve as my mount. Don't worry, I won't truly humiliate you. Being my mount is an honor in itself."

Minghe withdrew the Five Elements Mountain formed from the Five-Colored Divine Light and turned his palm over, releasing Great Peng from his hand.

Great Peng immediately made to fly away, but the instant he moved, excruciating pain surged through his entire body, and he nearly fell from the sky.

Minghe gave a faint smile, stepped onto Great Peng's back, and said, "Take me for a spin. Let me see how fast you are and how far you can fly."

Though unwilling, Great Peng had no choice. With a beat of his wings, he carried Minghe into the heavens.

He flew faster and faster, swift as a gale and quick as lightning. With one flap of his wings, he could cross tens of millions of li.

With such extreme speed, Great Peng could run rampant through the Primordial World so long as he did not provoke any great powers.

His downfall this time had come from a lack of information. Somehow, he had heard that the Blood Sea contained no living beings.

Yet not only were there living beings in the Blood Sea, there was even a formidable expert like Minghe.

Great Peng had practically delivered himself to Minghe's doorstep. Minghe had no choice but to accept this magnificent mount.

In the future, whenever he went out, he would no longer need to ride the Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus all the time.

With Great Peng as transportation, he would gain quite a bit more prestige.

"Still, this speed is a little slow. Let me see where your limits lie."

Suddenly, a stream of Minghe's magic power poured into Great Peng's body, and Great Peng immediately felt his entire body fall under Minghe's control.

With a beat of his wings, boom, the surrounding void shattered apart from the force, while his speed instantly increased by more than dozens of times.

In an instant, a single flap of his wings carried him billions upon billions of li, and his speed continued to rise as he flew faster and faster.

At that moment, Great Peng finally understood completely why he had been unable to escape Minghe's grasp.

Compared to this, his own speed had been utterly pathetic.

He could not complain about this defeat. Great Peng was even somewhat convinced now.

Minghe controlled Great Peng's body as he flew, continuing until Great Peng reached his physical limit—able to cross hundreds of billions upon billions of li through the void in an instant—before finally stopping.

He returned control of the body to Great Peng and had him fly back.

This made Great Peng suffer. After all that exertion, his entire body ached terribly, and even beating his wings felt noticeably slower.

But just then, a drop of water radiating three-colored light suddenly appeared in Minghe's hand. With a flick of his finger, Minghe sent the water drop into Great Peng's body.

Great Peng's body trembled. He felt incomparably refreshed, all exhaustion swept away, while magic power surged endlessly within him, vast and turbulent.

With a whoosh, Great Peng beat his wings, and his speed immediately recovered.

Yet Great Peng's heart could not calm down. The drop of water Minghe had flicked into his body was recorded in his inherited memories. It was called Three Lights Divine Water, one of the most supreme divine waters in the Primordial World.

It was a sacred healing medicine, an incomparably precious treasure. Yet just to restore his vitality and remove his fatigue, this "master" of his had actually given him a drop?

Great Peng felt that Minghe was truly lavish beyond measure, to the point of overturning his worldview.

Though he had suffered a setback this time, perhaps it was not entirely a misfortune. At the very least, following such a great power might let him live an even more comfortable life.

But the moment that thought emerged in Great Peng's heart, he quickly came back to his senses.

Pah, pah, pah! What am I thinking? I was forced into this.

Once I find an opportunity in the future, I'll definitely escape.

I can't become anyone's mount. This is humiliation, and I absolutely cannot endure it.

Minghe did not know what Great Peng was thinking. After taking a lap through the skies, he returned to the Blood Sea.

He brought Great Peng into the Blood God Palace. When Great Peng saw the Phoenix Tree planted there, along with several other spiritual roots, his eyes widened enormously.

His understanding of Minghe's extravagance rose to a whole new level.

In particular, Great Peng stared fixedly at the Phoenix Tree for a long time. He looked at Minghe several times, wanting to ask something, yet unable to find the words.

"This Phoenix Tree once belonged to your Phoenix Clan. But through a fortunate coincidence, I obtained it. Since I obtained it, it is mine," Minghe said casually, seeing through Great Peng's thoughts.

Great Peng nodded, though no one knew what he was thinking.

Minghe looked at Great Peng and began to ponder as well. Now that he had brought this bird back—

How should he handle him?

Although Great Peng had been subdued as a mount, Minghe was not a harsh and stingy person.

He should give him some benefits.

After thinking for a moment, Minghe asked, "Great Peng, where is your Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle?"

"Huh?"

Great Peng froze, utterly bewildered. He felt as though he had no privacy whatsoever before Minghe.

Minghe even knew what treasures he possessed?

Great Peng hesitantly took out the Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle and reluctantly handed it to Minghe. "This is mine."

Minghe rolled his eyes at him and said irritably, "I'm not taking it from you."