While everyone was still in a daze, Tiandi stroked his chin and nodded with satisfaction, saying, "As expected of a phoenix, those tonics were not wasted. The little girl who made a contract with it is also lucky."

"It's nothing, I just advanced."

Upon hearing this, Jun Feijue breathed a sigh of relief, explained the reason to everyone, and then looked at the sky and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"The phoenix is ​​a rare auspicious beast in the world. After it advances to the third level, each advancement will bring good fortune to its master."

Tiandi smiled and said, "I don't know the specifics, but simply put, its owner will have good luck. If someone is plagued by bad luck, it will gradually change and resolve it."

"I see."

Thinking of Murong Qin, Jun Feijue also hoped that Feng Feifei could bring her some luck.

That girl was deceived by her best friend and fiancé, and almost lost her life. She really had bad luck.

"Phew, that scared me to death!"

Meanwhile, Zhan Wushuang breathed a heavy sigh of relief, hugged Feng Feifei tightly, and stared at her with a strange expression, saying, "Little Feifei, you were already ugly, and now the only thing that could cover your ugliness is gone. You're even uglier now."

At this time, Feng Feifei was truly ugly. Her skin was all black and wrinkled, and she had goosebumps all over. No one who saw her would associate her with the magnificent and sacred mythical beast that is the phoenix.

"Clang clang clang..."

Upon hearing this, Feng Feifei was displeased. She immediately broke free from the embrace and jumped back onto the table. She used her bare, fleshy wings to gather her feathers, piling them into a heap, and then rolled her entire body on it.

This action left everyone completely bewildered.

"Hey Feifei, what are you doing?"

Zhan Wushuang stared at the bowl for a long time, and when he saw that a feather had fallen into it, he finally couldn't help but ask.

"Clang clang..."

Upon hearing this, Feng Feifei looked up from her busy work of rolling feathers and replied.

Seeing this, everyone turned to look at Little Goji.

"Click click click..."

Seeing this, Little Gogi could only helplessly lift his foot and scratch the table with his claws.

Before long, everyone saw a note written on the table: It is going to glue the fur back on.

The master and his disciples: "..."

"Hahaha…"

After a moment of silence, bursts of laughter erupted.

This silly, adorable thing—how does its brain work? It actually tried to glue the fallen fur back on.

Are you serious?

After a little joking around, the group started eating. With the matter of the Refining Tower resolved and Feng Feifei's silly antics added to their good mood, everyone was in a good mood.

But Fen Tianming was the only one who ate absentmindedly, feeling quite disappointed.

I'm so annoyed by his lack of ambition. If only he had Zang Lingping's talent, he would be the one accompanying Jun Feijue and the others into the Refining Tower right now.

Five hundred miles away from Zhuoguang Mountain lies Qingtun Village.

"Mother, I want to get married! I want to get married!"

Outside the dilapidated thatched hut, a seven-foot-tall man was biting his finger and drooling as he peered into the hut. Judging from his expression, he clearly had an intellectual disability.

"My dear son, your wife's injuries have fully healed. In five days, it will be an auspicious day, and then you can get married."

Facing the mentally challenged man, a middle-aged woman dressed in coarse cloth, her face full of kindness, pulled his hand down from his mouth and gently wiped it with a handkerchief.