182: Chapter 182 Duobao Pass

The day after the day after.

Duobao Pass.

The so-called Duobao Pass was the front line between the Asura Ghost Sect from outside the realm and the Desolate Realm.

A large number of Desolate Realm Cultivators gathered here.

It was currently noon.

Sunlight poured down without obstruction.

Under the sunlight, the entire Duobao Pass gleamed with a cold metallic luster; from a distance, it looked like a steel behemoth crouching among the mountains.

The city gates, walls, towers... every vital position was carved with complex defensive Formations.

The lines of those Formations were dense and layered, some even overlapping seven or eight times, faintly flowing with spiritual light under the sun, like blood vessels spread across the entire pass.

The defensive power of this grand pass was terrifying.

At the city gate.

Guards dressed in Xuanwu Army standard armor stood solemnly, their postures straight as spears.

Their armor was pitch black, with the Xuanwu totem of a tortoise and snake intertwined engraved on the chest, glinting with a faint cold light in the sun.

These guards' gazes were as sharp as hawks, scanning every Cultivator entering or leaving the pass without courtesy.

Any suspicious movement could not escape their eyes.

In the distant sky.

A purple light streaked through the air.

It was a sleekly designed flying boat, crafted entirely from lightning-struck wood, with wisps of purple electric arcs wrapped around its hull, accompanied by the faint sound of wind and thunder as it flew.

It was exactly Chu Feng's thunder cloud boat.

The flying boat landed on a specially designated landing field in front of the pass, kicking up a gust of strong wind.

Chu Feng put away the thunder cloud boat and walked side by side with Tang An towards the city gate.

Just as they landed, a soldier from the Xuanwu Army came forward, his movements crisp and efficient.

"Please show your identity tokens."

The soldier's voice was neither high nor low, his tone businesslike, neither overly enthusiastic nor impolite.

His gaze quickly swept over Chu Feng and Tang An, having initially judged that these two had considerable cultivation, but due to his duties, every step of the process had to be followed.

Chu Feng and Tang An had experienced identity checks many times, so they naturally wouldn't throw a tantrum just because they were True Disciples.

Each of them took out the jade token representing their identity and handed it over.

The soldier took the tokens, holding one in each hand, first carefully examining the material and patterns, then channeling his power into them.

The tokens immediately glowed slightly, and the corresponding identity information emerged.

"So it is True Disciple Chu and True Disciple Tang."

After seeing the information on the tokens, the soldier's attitude immediately became more respectful. He returned the tokens with both hands and bowed slightly.

True Disciples held a very high status in the Sect, not someone a common soldier like him could afford to neglect.

Chu Feng nodded, took back his token, and entered Duobao Pass side by side with Tang An.

Duobao Pass was not a simple border city.

It was a purely military stronghold.

Every institution and arrangement inside was established for this war.

Walking on the streets inside the city, one could feel the aura of iron and blood blowing against them.

There were many Cultivators within the pass.

Besides the Duobao Sect Cultivators.

There were also various armies formed by the Great Qin Cultivation World.

Many Cultivators were in a hurry, carrying the scent of blood and Evil Qi from the battlefield.

Passing through this street filled with Killing Intent, Chu Feng and Tang An were affected by the surrounding atmosphere; the smiles on their faces gradually disappeared, replaced by seriousness.

No one could relax here, because everyone knew the battlefield was not far ahead.

Before long.

Chu Feng and Tang An arrived in front of a pitch-black pavilion.

This was exactly the branch of the Duobao Pavilion at Duobao Pass.

This pavilion was seven stories high, built entirely of some kind of black stone. Its exterior had no extra decorations, simple to the point of being cold.

Layers of complex Formations were arranged around the pavilion, faintly emitting a murderous aura that made people hesitate to approach.

Inside Duobao Pass, no magnificent buildings existed; all structures served the war, and this Duobao Pavilion was no exception.

Chu Feng stood at the entrance and did not ask the guarding soldiers to go in and announce him.

He took out his true disciple jade token and sent the news of his arrival through it.

Inside the Duobao Pavilion.

In an elegant room, Jiang Miaoyi was focused on organizing a scroll of an ancient book in her hand.

It was a remnant scroll about ancient Formations, and the handwriting on it was somewhat blurred, but she still read it very seriously, her brow slightly furrowed, occasionally tracing lines in the air with her finger, deducing the Formation patterns.

She was dressed in a moon-white long dress, covered by a light green gauze robe, her black hair simply tied in a bun and secured with a jade hairpin.

The light from outside the window spilled over her through the lattice, casting a soft glow on her cool face, making her look as beautiful as an immortal.

Suddenly, the jade token at her waist vibrated slightly, then flashed with light.

Jiang Miaoyi put down the ancient book, and her Divine Sense entered the jade token.

When she saw the information displayed on the token, a surprised smile instantly bloomed on her originally cool face, like snow melting and spring returning to the earth.

A bright light flickered in her eyes, and her whole person seemed to suddenly come alive.

"Luo Li, Luo Li, Chu Feng is here!!!"

She shouted toward the next room, her voice carrying uncontrollable joy.

In the next room.

Yun Luoli was sitting cross-legged on a futon, her eyes closed as she studied a technique.

She was dressed in a light purple long dress, her black hair draped over her shoulders like a waterfall, with a few strands falling beside her cheeks, making her skin look even fairer.

Hearing Jiang Miaoyi's voice, she suddenly opened her eyes, and her beautiful eyes instantly lit up, like stars twinkling in the night sky.

She almost jumped up, and without bothering to straighten her dress, she rushed out of the room.

"Really? Why did he suddenly come? That's great!"

Yun Luoli's face was filled with uncontrollable joy, her tone full of anticipation.

She rushed to Jiang Miaoyi in a few steps, grabbed her hand, and said excitedly and somewhat incoherently: "Sister Miaoyi, when did he arrive? Where is he now? Let's go meet him quickly!"

"Look at how anxious you are."

Jiang Miaoyi smiled and tapped her forehead, "He just arrived at the entrance and sent a message. Let's get ready and go meet him."

"Okay, okay, okay, hurry up and get ready!"

Yun Luoli tidied her hair in the mirror and put on a new hairpin.

Jiang Miaoyi changed into a pair of new embroidered shoes and applied a little rouge to her lips to make herself look more spirited.

After making themselves look as perfect as possible, the two of them went out and walked quickly toward the entrance of the Duobao Pavilion.

Along the way, their steps were as light as if they were stepping on clouds.

They encountered a few fellow disciples from the Duobao Pavilion who greeted them, but Jiang Miaoyi and Yun Luoli only nodded, their feet never stopping as they hurried past, soon disappearing at the end of the corridor.

This left many people quite surprised.

"What's wrong with Senior Sister Jiang and Senior Sister Yun? They're usually cold, but they'd at least stop and exchange a few pleasantries."

"Who knows? Looking at them, it seems like they're in a hurry to see someone."

"See someone? Who could make these two so excited? Could it be some big shot from the Sect?"

"Doesn't look like it. Look at their expressions; they don't look like they're going to welcome a big shot, but rather... like they're going to see a sweetheart?"

"Don't talk nonsense! What kind of people are Senior Sister Jiang and Senior Sister Yun? How could they have a sweetheart!"

A group of people discussed animatedly, but they couldn't guess the truth.

As Yun Luoli walked, she murmured in a low voice: "I wonder if husband's journey was smooth, if he encountered any danger."

"The border is so chaotic now, with Asura Ghost Sect scouts everywhere. What if..."

"You're still thinking about that?"

Jiang Miaoyi smiled and interrupted her, "He's already at the door! If you have anything to say, can't you just ask him in person?"

She was teasing Yun Luoli, but wasn't she also worried about Chu Feng's safety?

It was just that her personality was cool and she wasn't good at expressing it.

Soon.

They arrived at the entrance of the Duobao Pavilion.

Jiang Miaoyi and Yun Luoli saw that familiar figure from a distance.

Chu Feng stood straight as a pine, with a smile on his face, waiting at the entrance.

Sunlight spilled over him, casting a long shadow behind him.

As for Tang An??

Was there even anyone beside Chu Feng??

Yun Luoli's gaze had been locked onto Chu Feng from the beginning; there was only him in her eyes.

Tang An, or anyone else, she simply didn't see them!

At this moment.

Yun Luoli felt her eyes grow hot, and a wave of indescribable longing and excitement surged in her heart.

Several months of separation, several months of worry, all rushed to her heart at this instant.

"Husband!!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Yun Luoli immediately threw herself into Chu Feng's embrace, hugging him tightly, burying her face in his chest, too excited to speak for a moment.

She greedily breathed in his scent, feeling his warmth and heartbeat.

Chu Feng gently stroked her back and comforted her softly: "Alright, alright, haven't I come now!!"

Yun Luoli nodded in his arms but still refused to let go.

Chu Feng looked up at Jiang Miaoyi standing nearby.

Although she didn't pounce like Yun Luoli, the joy and longing in her eyes couldn't be hidden.

She stood there quietly, the corners of her lips slightly upturned, looking at them with a gentle gaze.

"Eighth Senior Sister, I've come to make my request. You can't escape."

Chu Feng winked at her, and after speaking, he pulled Jiang Miaoyi into his embrace as well.

Caught off guard, Jiang Miaoyi let out a soft cry as she was pulled into Chu Feng's arms.

Her instinct was to struggle a bit, but feeling the warmth of Chu Feng's embrace, she eventually gave up resistance and leaned obediently against his chest.

This scene left the soldiers standing at the entrance dumbfounded.

In the Duobao Pavilion, who didn't know the fame of Jiang Miaoyi and Yun Luoli's beauty?

These two beauties, one as cool as frost and the other as gorgeous as a flower, were both one-in-a-million beauties.

Since they arrived at Duobao Pass, they had attracted the gazes of countless young talents.

So many people wanted to get close to them, so many wanted to win their favor.

But the two women were as cold as frost, showing no interest in any man and giving no one a chance.