In a few quick moments, her spiritual power was completely sucked away without a drop remaining!

This whale-like swallowing happened so quickly that Feng Miaojun took a good while to react, jumping with anger.

That man was truly petty to the extreme!

Yun Ya was expressing his dissatisfaction through this, intending to warn her: that after leaving him, she shouldn’t expect to live in peace. Didn’t she want to focus wholeheartedly on cultivation? Well, he would pluck all her hard-earned results clean, not leaving her even the slightest bit!

Feng Miaojun sneered for a long while, then suddenly thought—this person still had the mood to oppose her, so it seemed his injuries at Wufu Snow Mountain weren’t severe enough, and the Wei army hadn’t given him much to worry about.

Several days passed like this.

No matter how diligently she practiced, Yun Ya would drain her spiritual power every night. Her cultivation level was far below his, and once he took her spiritual power, she couldn’t pull it back. However, whether it was because her spiritual power-grabbing posture was becoming more skilled, or because her cultivation had indeed advanced rapidly over the past half year, she was creating more and more resistance against Yun Ya.

Under her strong resistance, it was no longer as easy for him to extract her spiritual power as before; it became a tug-of-war between them. Although it still ended in her defeat, the process at least extended for the time it took to drink a cup of tea.

This seemed to stimulate Yun Ya even more. He never tired of it, plundering at least once every day.

Feng Miaojun told herself to avoid anxiety and impatience, not to lower herself to his level.

From the seventh day onward, she simply suspended her cultivation. During the day, she either helped Xu manage the business or went out to play and at night, she would fall asleep immediately.

The Feng family had gained an additional member, outwardly claiming she was a relative seeking refuge. Feng Miaojun had transformed her appearance to look ordinary, and nobody paid special attention to her on normal days. Even the clerks at Feng’s business only knew her as a distant cousin, yet she was deeply loved by Xu.

Another five days passed like this, and suddenly Yun Ya stopped.

Feng Miaojun ignored it, emptying her dantian and continuing to live as an ordinary person.

Three more days passed like this.

On this night, just as she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly felt the turtle mark in her energy sea responding:

Spiritual power gushed forth like a spring, bubbling out from the mark and flowing into her dried-up dantian, quickly replenishing her inner elixir.

What did this mean—Yun Ya had returned the spiritual power?

Was he no longer angry?

Feng Miaojun had stayed by Yun Ya’s side for several months, but by the time she left, she still hadn’t fully understood his temperament. Now she stood dazed for a long time, only able to summarize with one word:

Weird.

An absurd thought surfaced in her mind:

Could this guy be thinking something had happened to her, so he specifically sent some spiritual power over to check?

As long as spiritual power could still flow to her, at least it meant she was still alive.

Feng Miaojun shook her head—this person truly had cat disease.

But from this day onward, Yun Ya never again interfered with her spiritual power.

A month later, Feng Miaojun was accompanying Xu in the Feng family’s accounting room to check the accounts when Peng Bai suddenly rushed in. His first words upon entering were:

“The King of Wei has died!”

The two women looked up in shock.

Xu put down her brush and clenched her fist: “This old bandit, finally dead!”

The King of Wei had invaded and destroyed An Xia, and to the people of An Xia, he was the culprit who caused their country’s downfall and their homes’ destruction! Now that the King of Wei was dead, Xu naturally applauded with satisfaction.

Feng Miaojun’s focus, however, was on the cause of his death: “How did he die? When I left Wufu Snow Mountain, I still saw him sitting on his horse.”

“The news I received only mentioned that he fell violently ill while returning to his country. No further details.” Peng Bai said softly, “Wufu Snow Mountain is very far from here. The fact that news is arriving now means his death probably occurred about forty days ago.”

That was during the battle at Wufu Snow Mountain when she left Yun Ya.

Feng Miaojun never missed crucial points: “While returning to his country?”

“Yes.”

“This doesn’t make sense.” She had seen the King of Wei with her own eyes and recognized the ambition and unwillingness revealed in his gaze. She also knew how obsessed the King of Wei was with attacking Yao. By all reasoning, he shouldn’t have withdrawn his troops so easily, so why was he “returning to his country” now?

Unless something important had happened during the Wufu Snow Mountain battle that forced him to cancel his invasion plans.

She suddenly recalled the day she was hiding in a tree on the cliff and witnessed the chaos occurring in the region where the King of Wei was located.

During a great battle, chaos happens at every moment, but she particularly remembered that segment:

The King of Wei fell from his horse, then there was confusion in the army. Her view was blocked by countless heads, and she couldn’t see what was happening on the ground. However, the King of Wei eventually stood up and remounted his horse to command, so she hadn’t thought much of it.

Looking back now, who knew what might have happened then?

It was also only then that Yun Ya had left the King of Wei’s side.

She knew Yun Ya’s abilities well. With him guarding the army, how could the King of Wei possibly have “fallen violently ill”?

But regardless, the King of Wei had passed away. The news of his death was like a huge rock thrown into a pond, stirring up much more than mere ripples.

Feng Miaojun’s first inference was: “This is good news for the Yao Kingdom. Wei’s invasion has temporarily halted, and I expect Yao Capital’s wartime regulations will soon be lifted.” Without war, there was naturally no need for wartime controls, and the Feng family’s plans could proceed as usual.

Her words quickly came true.

About half a month later, the Yao court announced the end of the war.

This was still a cautious attitude from the King of Yao, who had observed the military situation for half a month before making the decision.

Of course, at this point, the Wei army was withdrawing, and the Yao people had reclaimed most of their occupied territories, though one-third remained in Wei’s hands due to strategic passes with difficult terrain that had not yet been retaken.

Nevertheless, both sides knew the war had ceased.

The death of the King of Wei had profound implications domestically, even exceeding its international impact. At this juncture, the Wei Kingdom had no energy to deal with the Yao people again.

Feng Miaojun had heard Yun Ya mention the Crown Prince of Wei, with much contempt in his tone, suggesting he looked down on him. She also knew that the Second Prince Xiao Yan was closer to Yun Ya, undoubtedly seeking the State Preceptor’s support.

Support for what?

What powerful support could a prince need?

His relationship with Yun Ya included the favor of having introduced him to Wei. So Feng Miaojun guessed that Yun Ya was willing to help him compete for the throne.

Originally, with the King of Wei in robust health, it wasn’t yet time for the Crown Prince to take power, so Xiao Yan could still plan long-term. But now…

Upon receiving the news, the Crown Prince would surely rush back from Chiqian Forest. Once he returned to the capital, the first thing he would do would be to claim the crown.

By then, Xiao Yan would have no more opportunities.

So if Xiao Yan wanted to make a final push, he would need to arrange everything before the Crown Prince returned to the capital!

Due to the inconvenient means of communication, these pieces of news reached Yao Kingdom with some delay. Feng Miaojun felt anxious, thinking that while she was waiting for news, Wei Kingdom might already be experiencing earth-shattering changes.

She also wondered how Yun Ya was doing. At such a time, he would certainly have no attention to spare for her, but Feng Miaojun found no comfort in this. The struggle for the throne was extremely dangerous, and she was concerned about her own life.