The pain imagined in dreams would manifest in reality.
“Ahhh, please don’t punish us, Lady Feini, we know we were wrong.”
“Too hard! Please be gentle, Lady Feini, ahhh.”
The two girls’ true forms twitched continuously, their legs straightened and toes curled tight.
Before long, their skirts were soaked through. Their faces were flushed red with embarrassment, but they didn’t seem to be in much pain.
Xueyuedai glanced over disdainfully, feeling disgusted just from looking. She quickly turned and left.
After all, these two random girls weren’t her target. A simple lesson would suffice; they weren’t worthy of her personal intervention.
Yet unexpectedly, it turned out that the thing those girls feared most was the Widow?
Even though they bullied her daily, maybe that constant torment made them even more afraid of retaliation.
Hmph, with that mentality, they would never become someone above others.
Beings like us, the Noble Beasts, rarely bully others.
Because once we act, we never give others a chance to strike back. Letting a tiger go is the greatest taboo.
Xueyuedai moved to the adjacent classroom where the Widow’s soul was imprisoned.
“Hehe.” She chuckled coldly and pushed open the door.
Sunlight flooded the classroom, so bright it almost dazzled Xueyuedai, forcing her to raise her hand and shield her eyes with a fan.
There, Feini sat in the farthest corner, her head turned slightly as she gazed out at the sunlight.
“?”
Xueyuedai was momentarily stunned. This was a little different from the Spirit Space she had constructed for herself, but she couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was off.
She stepped into the classroom, and suddenly the door slammed shut behind her—not by her will.
Xueyuedai’s eyes lit up again, pouring a large amount of magic power into scanning the space, manipulating the spirit. But a cold sweat trickled down her forehead.
Suddenly, her vision seemed to blackout for a second.
The eerie Feini vanished from her seat, only to reappear next to the window the next moment, now facing away from her and leaning halfway out.
“What did you do?” Xueyuedai gritted her teeth, demanding an answer.
Her own Spirit Space was actually resisting? Impossible. How could a horrifying-level little Demonic Beast withstand her dual assault of Frost Invasion and Spirit Corrosion?
Remember, the Victim’s body outside was still frozen, its mind chilled into incapacity—there was no way it could resist the spiritual intrusion.
Yet strangely, this horrifying-level little Demonic Beast was resisting her mental erosion, even using some ability she herself couldn’t see through.
Spiritual confrontation was extremely dangerous. Xueyuedai didn’t dare underestimate this; she unleashed all her magic power.
Any mistake could cause defeat—even death—for a top-level Demonic Beast like herself. It was a double-edged sword.
“Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!”
The environment around them shifted drastically. The once-bright academy darkened.
The sunlight vanished, replaced by an overwhelming chill.
“[Frostbite Blade].”
Xueyuedai raised her hands and formed two frost-covered chain swords bristling with barbs—clearly not ordinary weapons—as she advanced on Feini step by step.
“Playing tricks, bluffing. Let me see what you’re stirring up.”
She suddenly swung her hands, expertly wielding the icy chain swords, sending out two terrifying sword-shaped afterimages flying toward Feini.
“Snap! Snap!”
But in a flash, Feini raised her hands backward and caught the incoming frost chain swords midair with perfect precision.
Her body didn’t turn, but her hands bent backwards in an unnatural way to grasp the weapons—an extremely eerie sight that made Xueyuedai shudder.
Feini’s hands, which caught the frost chain swords, were completely frozen solid, but she seemed unaffected, maintaining that strange posture.
“What exactly are you?” Xueyuedai finally felt fear, realizing something was seriously wrong. She stopped using tricks and threw everything she had into the battle.
“Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!”
Countless ice swords formed midair within the classroom, instantly turning Feini into a spiked porcupine.
Another volley of a thousand swords pierced her heart, followed by full-body freezing—turning her into a solid ice sculpture.
This was no playful technique but a lethal strike.
Being caught in this thousand-sword ice prison within the Spirit Space would freeze Feini to death in reality.
Even a Teleportation Bottle wouldn’t save her.
Yet Xueyuedai felt no satisfaction in killing Feini.
Despite her body being pierced like a sieve and frozen stiff, there wasn’t the slightest sign of death.
This was her own Spirit Space. She could sense Feini was still alive.
“Knock~ knock~ knock~ knock knock~ knock~ knock~ knock~”
Suddenly, eerie knocking came from the classroom’s doors and windows.
Xueyuedai trembled, turning her head frantically, drenched in sweat.
A horde of zombies dressed in armor from various eras pounded on the doors and windows with broken weapons.
Though individually weak, their relentless knocking actually started to crack the doors and windows.
“You…” Xueyuedai gradually understood.
Her Spirit Space was being enveloped by an even larger Spirit Space.
Her Spirit Space was this small classroom.
The zombies pounding on the doors represented another Spirit Space invading hers—a physical manifestation of the mental intrusion.
In other words…
Inside Feini’s body, this horrifying little Demonic Beast was hiding a Spirit Space even stronger than her own!
Moreover, Feini wasn’t a mage and had no magic power in her body. Her Spirit Space wasn’t a temporary magical construct but an eternal, undying force.
“Crack!”
The classroom’s windows shattered, and the Sword Zombies swarmed inside.
Xueyuedai’s face twisted in terror. She gritted her teeth, trying to exit the Spirit Space—but it was impossible.
Because this Spirit Space was no longer under her control. Instead, she was the prey sucked into it.
The Frost Classroom instantly vanished into dust. She was transported to an eerie, pitch-black place.
“Whoosh, whoosh!” The storm churned violently.
“Rumble!” Thunder flashed.
Atop a mountain peak piercing the night, black rocks sprouted countless steel sunflowers, embedded with innumerable broken swords—appearing as a true [Sword Grave].
Xueyuedai knew this was the embodiment of Feini’s Spirit Space.
But unlike hers, Feini’s Spirit Space wasn’t disguised by magic—because she didn’t know magic. This was the raw, truest side of her soul.
What kind of immortal existence was worthy of such an apocalyptic scene?
“Crack~” The ice sculpture melted.
Feini finally thawed, her movements stiff as she turned to face Xueyuedai.
Her hair hung loose like a ghost’s. Amidst the jet-black strands, only one weary and hollow eye was visible.
Yet that gaze was filled with sharpness and decisiveness, as if she had endured countless battles, slain innumerable powerful enemies, and emerged invincible.
That single look terrified Xueyuedai so deeply she instinctively revealed her true form.
Two adorable white beast ears sprouted atop her head, and several fluffy fox tails grew from her rear.