Entwined With The Alpha

The sky was dark and brooding, shrouded in a haze that weighed heavily on the heart.

Occasional bursts of purple light pierced through the clouds, threatening to cleave the sky in two, accompanied by the deafening peals of thunder.

Boom, boom.

Outside Rock City, the wind howled as it swept across the landscape.

When Phoebe opened her eyes, she felt as if her entire body was about to fall apart, and her breath carried a strong scent of iron.

Phoebe scanned her surroundings and frowned in confusion.

Where was she?

She remembered being in seclusion, and then...

Then she was trapped in the Demon Cultivators array at the southernmost part of the Boundless Realm, causing a series of explosions that destroyed many areas. She, being preoccupied with her cultivation, was late to react, and the barrier was blown up, separating her body and soul.

Phoebe bit her lip, her face pale as she thought of her predicament. As a being of the Supreme Origin Realm, it was humiliating to be blown into a soul-body separation by an explosion.

She vowed to return to the Boundless Realm and exact revenge on the Demon Cultivator in the south.

"Tough luck, not breaking your body or bones after being thrown several meters away," a voice remarked with a mix of surprise and ill intent.

Phoebe looked up to see two men standing in front of her, their eyes sharp and filled with unmasked murderous intent.

Phoebe frowned, perplexed that she, a being of the Supreme Origin Realm, could not sense someone approaching.

Suddenly, a flood of memories assaulted her mind, threatening to burst her skull.

The body she now inhabited, also named Phoebe, had a history. Thirteen years ago, a lady from the Phoenix Family was pursued and attacked by enemies. She was saved by a farmers family after being injured and went into premature labor on the same day as the farmers wife. Later, when the Phoenix Family came to retrieve their lady, the farmer, seeing an opportunity, switched his own daughter with the true heir of the Phoenix Family.

Thirteen years later, news spread that the real daughter of the Phoenix Family was still outside. The revelation caused quite a stir, and under pressure, the Phoenix Family found her, the true young mistress.

At this moment, the original owner was on her way back to the Phoenix Family but was ambushed.

Calling it an ambush was generous; it was more accurate to say that someone did not want her to return to the Phoenix Family.

Phoebe lifted her eyelids, her dark eyes reflecting the menacing figures of the two men, a slight smile tugging at her lips.

"Want to kill me? With just you two?" Phoebe spoke coldly, her eyes turning sharp.

The two cultivators, upon seeing this sudden change, felt both anger and surprise.

Just moments ago, she was crying and begging for mercy, but now she not only stopped crying but her gaze had turned sharp, as if she had transformed into a different person.

"Youre still defiant at the brink of death. Die!" The two charged at Phoebe with fierce claws aimed at her.

Phoebes expression changed slightly as she rolled out of the way.

A gust of energy brushed past her hair, and in an instant, the claw marks were left on a tree, causing leaves to rustle down. The wind swept by, stirring up the fallen leaves.

"Oh? Such limited abilities. It seems you two are at most at the second level of Qi Refining," Phoebe said, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

"You two are at least in your thirties, and only at the second level of Qi Refining. Isnt that embarrassing? Your employer sent you to kill me, which is quite underestimating me, dont you think?"

From the depth of the claw marks and the gloomy expressions on their faces, she guessed correctly.

The two cultivators faces turned grim, insulted by someone who was supposed to be at their mercy.

They were only at the second level, but compared to ordinary people who couldnt even touch the threshold of cultivation, they were much stronger!

"We were going to leave you a whole body, but now we will tear you limb from limb!" The two, now enraged, stared at Phoebe with murderous intent.

Phoebe grinned, not afraid but excited.

Seeing Phoebes smile, the two men felt strange, even breaking out in cold sweat.

Suddenly, a flame sprang up around Phoebe, trapping her.

Phoebe was surprised, not expecting one of them to have a fire spirit root.

The fire wasnt very large, but the intense heat was palpable, as if intending to turn her into ashes. It reflected on Phoebes slightly malnourished face, her red dress blending with the color of the flames, yet carrying a chill.

The two cultivators, seeing no fear on Phoebes face, raised their hands and propelled their spiritual power, turning the flames into fireballs that shot towards Phoebe.

Phoebe arched an eyebrow and effortlessly dodged the incoming fireballs.

The two were astonished; if the first time was a coincidence, the second time was no accident.

She could see their movements!

How was this possible? An ordinary person couldnt possibly see their movements!

The two regained their focus, but there was no sign of Phoebe; she seemed to have vanished into thin air, with no trace of her presence, yet the air reeked of burnt.

This smell reminded them that Phoebe had crossed the circle of fire, dodged the fireballs, and disappeared before their eyes.

"Has anyone told you not to be distracted when trying to kill someone?" A cold voice entered their ears, making them alert and turn their heads.

As they turned, Phoebe raised her hand and struck one of them on the neck, causing him to collapse instantly.

Theres an acupuncture point on the back of the neck; a strong strike can knock out anyone below the sixth level of Qi Refining.

This body, used to chopping wood and carrying water, had strength and agility that ordinary people couldnt match.

With one strike, the cultivator would be unconscious until the next day.

The other cultivator just raised his hand when Phoebe moved faster, grabbing it just as he was about to release a fireball.

Snap, a crisp and loud sound echoed.

A scream startled the birds resting in the forest.

Phoebes hand held a sharp piece of a tile, which she used to slash the mans neck. Before he could express his terror or say a word, blood seeped from his neck, and he collapsed to the ground.

Blood splattered on Phoebes face, the iron taste of rust filling the forest.

Phoebe dropped the bloodied tile and looked at the two men lying on the ground.

She had more life experiences than they had salt in their meals. Even if she couldnt see their movements clearly, her instincts were sharp.

Had they not underestimated her as a weak country bumpkin, they might have had a chance.

Phoebe squatted down and searched their bodies, finally finding a bounty order.

The bounty offered a mid-grade body tempering pill, ten spirit stones, and five thousand taels for her death.

Phoebe tsked, thinking the person who put out the bounty was really stingy.

Suddenly, a sense of discontent rose in her heart, and Phoebe murmured, "Dont worry, Ive taken your body, and I will fulfill your wishes and desires."

She always believed in fair trade. Since she had borrowed her body, she would fulfill her wishes.

She would definitely find the person responsible, avenging the original owner and herself for the miserable state they were in!

As soon as she finished speaking, the sense of discontent in her heart disappeared as if it had never been there.

"The Phoenix Family, I must go there," Phoebe whispered, her gaze sharp as she crushed the bounty order in her hand.

Someone didnt want her to go back.

She, however, couldnt stand to see others succeed in their