Feng Yan let out a soft sigh as she entered her dormitory and closed the door behind her. The quiet of the room enveloped her as she sank onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. The school was on vacation, and while most students had gone home to enjoy the break, Feng Yan had no desire to return to the Feng Manor. The thought of it left a bitter taste in her mouth; she had no ties to that place, no warmth or familial connection.
Her roommate had left earlier in the week to visit her family, leaving Feng Yan with the dormitory all to herself for a while. This offered her a rare opportunity to be alone without needing to hide her true nature or the mystical space she regularly disappeared into. A part of her felt relieved—being around others sometimes forced her to suppress her abilities and instincts. Now, she could relax and focus on what truly mattered.
Stretching out on the bed, Feng Yan let her mind drift. She had dealt with Bai Shuang and her brother, Bai Lian, and now she only needed to wait for their downfall. Everything was in place, the evidence had been sent, and justice was inevitable. But her work wasn't done yet. Her next target loomed on the horizon—Feng Yue and the rest of the Feng family. They would soon face the consequences of their betrayal and cruelty.
Closing her eyes, Feng Yan could feel the energy surging within her, a reminder of her recent advancement in cultivation. Her unique physique was becoming clearer to her as she trained, and she was eager to cultivate further. With every day, her strength grew, and she knew she was approaching the threshold of a new level. The spiritual energy in her body hummed quietly, ready for more intense training.
Her thoughts drifted to her company, which had been thriving over the past few months. Their profits were steadily increasing, and they were gaining recognition in the market. The pharmaceutical and beauty industry investments were proving to be promising, and her business was beginning to carve out a significant place in the industry. Lu Sicheng had done well in managing the details, and Feng Yan felt confident in the direction they were heading.
Additionally, her latest painting had been auctioned for a staggering price, far exceeding her expectations. Her involvement with the Artist Association had also opened new doors, allowing her to establish herself as not only a businesswoman but a respected artist as well. Everything was finally aligning, and it felt like the universe was rewarding her perseverance.
With these thoughts in mind, Feng Yan decided it was time to retreat into her personal space. In a flash, her surroundings changed, and she found herself standing in the tranquil beauty of her inner space—a sanctuary that had always provided her peace and strength. Here, she could explore the hidden corners, marvel at the ethereal landscapes, and tap into the boundless energy that flowed throughout.
She spent a few hours walking around, breathing in the refreshing air, feeling the earth beneath her feet. The gentle breeze carried with it the scent of spiritual herbs and flowers, a calming reminder of the power she had yet to fully unlock. Each time she entered this space, it felt like returning home—here, she was free, unburdened by the outside world.
After her quiet exploration, Feng Yan returned to her courtyard within the space, heading toward her private chamber. She sat cross-legged in her cultivation room, the soft glow of candles flickering around her as she focused her mind. It was time to cultivate again. She reached into her storage ring, retrieving an advancing pill she had prepared earlier.
With steady hands, Feng Yan swallowed the pill and felt the powerful surge of energy coursing through her veins. The pill was potent, designed to assist her in breaking through to the next level. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply as she absorbed the energy into her dantian, guiding it through her meridians with expert precision. Her body glowed faintly as the spiritual energy began to intensify, swirling around her in a radiant aura.