Domineering Woman

Chapter 7: The Path of Medicine

The Feng Manor was vast, with a total of three kitchens. The smallest one was dedicated to preparing food for the livestock, while the other two were much larger—one designated for the servants, and the other for the masters of the house. Ironically, despite being the legitimate daughter of the Feng family, Feng Wuxie, who should have been treated with the utmost respect, was given food that was worse than what the pigs ate!

Three days earlier, her third sister, Feng Wuxia, had put on a show of concern, delivering food to Feng Wuxie's quarters in front of the servants. But after those three days, Feng Wuxia seemed to have lost interest in maintaining the act, and Feng Wuxie was left with nothing to eat.

Feng Wuxie was furious! She could tolerate living in a run-down house for the time being—after all, she had endured far worse when she fought alongside her troops, rescuing people amidst the chaos of war. She had even slept among corpses. The harshness of those times was a thousand times more brutal than her current situation! But the food she received here was rancid and foul. The stench was so overpowering that even pinching her nose couldn’t block it out—it reeked worse than a toilet. That was something she simply couldn’t endure!

However, her body hadn’t recovered yet, and she hadn’t cultivated any soul power. On top of that, her only weapon—a g*n—was locked away in the high tower within the space and couldn’t be retrieved, leaving her with no means of self-defense! As much as she wanted to confront her despicable family, she knew she needed to bide her time, so she swallowed her anger for now and focused on solving her immediate problem: finding something to eat.

So, she started sneaking into the kitchen to steal food!

"You’re skilled in medicine, aren’t you? Why worry about money or going hungry?" A lazy voice suddenly echoed in her mind. It was Yasha!

"Yes, I know medicine, but this strange continent is nothing like the world I came from. It seems I’ll have to start from scratch to master the medical arts of this place," Feng Wuxie replied.

Yasha explained, "Here, the status of an apothecary surpasses that of any soul master. Apothecaries are highly revered, but the process of refining medicine is difficult. You need to control the fire with your spiritual consciousness, and only those with strong spiritual consciousness can become apothecaries."

After a pause, Yasha added, "You’ll need to cultivate your spiritual consciousness first. Once you’ve mastered the art of controlling spiritual fire, you can refine the pill to break the seal within you, release your soul power, and unlock the space."

Feng Wuxie understood. "So, while my soul power is sealed, my spiritual consciousness is still intact. If I can learn to use it, I can control the fire to refine spiritual pills and become an apothecary."

Yasha chuckled coldly, "Exactly. Remember this—in the strange continent, almost anyone can cultivate soul power to become a soul master, but very few can cultivate their spiritual consciousness to become an apothecary! That’s why apothecaries are held in such high esteem and revered by many."

After listening to Yasha, Feng Wuxie sensed something unusual. "Is it really that difficult to become an apothecary? If I manage to learn how to refine medicine and break the seal to release my soul power, wouldn’t I then be both an apothecary and a soul master?"

In the space, Yasha suddenly opened his sharp eyes, a glimmer flashing in his blood-red pupils. Through the illusion in the space, he gazed at Feng Wuxie’s confident and determined expression.

He realized that this woman, who might one day become his master, had incredibly ambitious goals!

Yasha responded, "Although it’s extremely difficult, having such an ambition is a good thing. Because you must first become an apothecary and then a soul master to have the qualifications to step through the door of the space! Feng Wuxie, you have no other choice—you have to take this gamble!"

After hearing this, Feng Wuxie clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. Is it really a gamble? Either continue being this world’s greatest disgrace, or rise to the top and become a revered figure! The two paths lay before her—was there even a choice?

Feng Wuxie had one creed: even if she were to be blown to pieces under enemy fire, she would never surrender!