I Tame Beasts by Feeding

Had it not been for the battle with the Dark Stream, which had nearly exhausted his Magical Power and Divine Soul, the current situation, while still troublesome to Yu Changsheng, wouldn’t be nearly so tricky.

After that battle, he had very little Power of Divine Soul left. Just maintaining this single sliver of clarity for the Red Purgatory was already his limit. ’Once I’m completely spent, I’ll no longer be able to restrain it...’

’Then, if the Red Purgatory goes completely berserk, whether it can break through in its Cultivation is one question. What’s certain is that its first target will be my group. The Red Purgatory’s own Divine Soul will be completely drowned in this overwhelming Blood Evil, and it might even suffer irreversible damage.’

’After that, trying to break through again would be next to impossible.’

Yu Changsheng understood all of this clearly, which was why he felt so helpless.

ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!

A furious Dragon’s Roar, filled with savagery and brutality, echoed through the clouds and across the land. The Red Purgatory was wreathed in a blinding, blood-red light, surrounded by a churning, black-and-red Sea of Evil Fire. Its aura surged and erupted, making it look like a demonic dragon from the Underworld as wave after wave of terrifying attacks rained down upon the sky and earth.

The waves of power it unleashed had already surpassed the Foundation Establishment realm, reaching the Golden Core Stage. Even without a direct confrontation, Yu Changsheng found it difficult to withstand the mere aftershocks.

And so, the celestial winds howled and the Evil Fire surged. The Red Purgatory’s body rose and fell in the air, each breath stirring the very clouds. It brandished its claws and lashed its tail, unleashing wave after wave of immense draconic might that suppressed everything in its vicinity.

’Forget it. If this isn’t going to work, we’ll just have to wait for the next opportunity.’ Yu Changsheng’s brow furrowed, his expression pained. He looked at the Red Purgatory, a bitter smile in his heart as he made his decision.

Yu Changsheng took a deep, bitter breath. He glanced at Zhang Tianwen and the others beside him and raised his hand, preparing to use the Spirit Beast Contract to forcibly recall the Red Purgatory to his Inner Realm.

’Once the Red Purgatory falls into a complete frenzy, I might be safe thanks to the Spirit Beast Contract, but Zhang Tianwen and the others will be doomed.’

’Especially since the power the Red Purgatory is unleashing has already surpassed Foundation Establishment and reached the Golden Core level. Shen Xingchen and the others just finished a battle and haven’t recovered yet. They’re also holding back... I can’t imagine what the final outcome would be, and I refuse to let it happen.’

’After thinking it over, my only option is to forcibly interrupt its advancement.’

But just as Yu Changsheng resigned himself to interrupting the breakthrough, a crisp voice, like the tinkling of a silver bell, suddenly echoed. It spread through the Sea of Fire like ripples from a clear spring.

"Let me try."

Yu Changsheng turned his head in astonishment to see Jing Xueyi, who had at some point finished her refinement.

Jing Xueyi’s expression was serene. Her tall, graceful figure seemed all the more captivating amidst the storm, possessing an ethereal quality. She quietly met Yu Changsheng’s gaze, her own steady and unwavering.

"You have a way?"

Yu Changsheng took a deep breath, a sliver of hope kindling within him as he watched Jing Xueyi.

"It might not work..." Jing Xueyi nodded gently. She looked up at the Red Purgatory, a solemn look flashing in her eyes before her expression turned serious. "But I want to try. It doesn’t feel right to always have you looking after me."

"Alright." Yu Changsheng nodded. He suppressed his exhaustion and completely cleared the way for her.

"Flowing Light Zither..."

Jing Xueyi took a deep breath. With a flick of her fair wrist, a Spirit Treasure shimmering with brilliant Spiritual Light appeared in her hand. As she gently gripped it, a radiant light flared, shrouding her figure.

The Spirit Treasure had twenty-three strings. Jing Xueyi plucked one gently, and the vibrating string sent musical notes rippling through the air like water droplets.

At first, the music was light and nimble, then it became graceful and elegant. It was like falling leaves drifting slowly to the ground, like clouds floating across the sky, like ripples spreading on water, like flowers unfurling their petals.

An inexplicable Dao Rhyme flowed along with it, carrying a strange power that calmed the heart. The fluctuations of the Divine Soul were palpable, like a gentle breeze soothing one’s mind.

Jing Xueyi smiled faintly, her movements as smooth as flowing water. The heavenly notes danced, flowing into the hearts of all who listened. Zhang Tianwen and the others unconsciously closed their eyes, their minds relaxing as they savored the music.

Even Yu Changsheng’s weary mind was replenished and relaxed. His Power of Divine Soul began to slowly recover. In the tranquility of his mind, he saw visions of clouds drifting across the sky and the sun setting over a vast desert. A boundless, starry sky seemed to beckon to him, so close he could almost touch it.

Carried by this strange power, the world fell silent. The Red Purgatory shuddered, its body visibly stiffening. The brutality in its eyes began to recede, and a sliver of clarity struggled to emerge.

The overwhelming Evil Qi seemed to be smoothed out by the strange Melody, growing softer and much calmer. It was like a spring breeze and a gentle rain, like clouds from beyond the heavens, nourishing all things as it descended bit by bit.

Jing Xueyi was the picture of composure. Her fair wrists moved slightly, her neck was as white as snow, and her light robes fluttered in the wind as she stood there, tall and graceful. The Flowing Light Zither in her hands glowed faintly. Her Power of Divine Soul spread out like falling petals and drifting clouds, like willow catkins on a spring breeze, stirring the Dao Rhyme.

Paired with her exquisite beauty, she was a sight to rival the heavens and the earth. The wind died down and the fiery storm ceased. The zither’s music was ethereal, seeming at once distant and near, its lingering notes like the legendary melody of high mountains and flowing water. Jing Xueyi hummed softly, and wondrous notes poured forth from her. They solidified, condensing into strange Runes that drifted like the wind before finally adhering to the Red Purgatory’s body.