220: Han Jian: I just took a nap, how far have these two things developed! ?

At this moment, a familiar female voice, seventeen or eighteen years old, rang out, cursing Wang Feng with extreme hatred.

"Master, don't believe him. This child is full of lies. You never associated with any men before, so how did you get so infatuated with this little thief?!"

"You thief, ten thousand years ago I killed you... Wuwuwu...!"

Jiang Hanxi didn't expect Cold Sword, who had been silent, to suddenly start cursing Wang Feng at this moment, even bringing up past events.

Wang Feng glanced at the muzzled Cold Sword, his mouth twitching. He truly regretted not giving it a few kicks when he could control it back then.

Never mind. Since it's his wife's sword, he'll just wait for an opportunity later... to kiss Jiang Hanxi in front of it.

"Ahem, my dear Princess, let's go, it's time to enter the palace."

Wang Feng extended five hands adorned with storage rings towards Jiang Hanxi, as if joking, yet also genuinely respectful.

Upon hearing that, Jiang Hanxi's heart trembled. She thought Wang Feng was mocking her status as a palace master.

But for some reason, Wang Feng's words made Jiang Hanxi feel incredibly cheesy, and her grip on Cold Sword tightened involuntarily.

"Wuwuwu!!!"

Cold Sword clearly sensed it, or perhaps it wasn't done cursing, and began to wail.

Wang Feng ignored Cold Sword's cries, but its howls did remind him of the storage rings on his fingers.

He thought that wearing so many on both hands might hurt Jiang Hanxi's delicate hand.

Thinking of this, Wang Feng quickly reached out and pulled off all the colorful storage rings on his fingers, tossing them into the spiritual bag at his waist.

Only then did he slowly extend his hand again, in front of countless cultivators and demonic beasts within a hundred-meter radius.

However, most cultivators didn't have time to notice this, frantically fighting the charging demonic beasts or their enemies.

The scene of slaughter stood in stark contrast to Wang Feng's side.

It was like a vibrant painting, with the cultivators battling around Wang Feng and Jiang Hanxi serving as a backdrop.

Adding a touch of fierce, vivid bloodshed to the romantic theme.

There weren't many Tian Yuan Realm cultivators around. Even if some noticed the two of them, their apprehension was extremely strong.

Given Jiang Hanxi's Cold Sword, and Wang Feng's ability to kill so many people with one punch, and then Jiang Hanxi's Po Yuan Realm (Fifth Layer) aura comparable to the Breaking Origin Realm.

According to many cultivators' judgment, the identities of these two were extremely unusual, which was one of the reasons why many cultivators dared not act.

Moreover, they still had to compete for treasures in the palace later. Instead of bothering these two, it was better to save energy for escaping or a major battle later.

At this moment, Jiang Hanxi looked at Wang Feng's strong hand and hesitated for a moment, but finally slowly extended her slender left hand and took his.

"Wuwuwu!!!..."

This time, Cold Sword in Jiang Hanxi's right hand howled even louder.

It was because it had been muzzled repeatedly by its owner, and for a while, it was too lazy to care about their messy affairs.

Now that it was awake, to what extent had these two sworn enemies, who usually saw red upon meeting, developed?!

"Behave."

Jiang Hanxi gently comforted Cold Sword, and then... completely sealed off its incessant wailing.

Wang Feng immediately felt his ears clear up. He smiled at Jiang Hanxi, and while her eyes were still on Cold Sword,

He gave her cold, elegant cheek a quick peck, then swiftly pulled his head back, feeling delighted.

Then, without waiting for her slowly warming face, he pulled her and flew towards the palace entrance below.

Cold Sword, whether it saw it, or saw it, or saw it, behaved as if it had lost its mind, trembling uncontrollably in Jiang Hanxi's hand.

"Sword, your owner is already my wife. Give up resisting, otherwise you'll just get angrier."

Wang Feng pulled Jiang Hanxi to land in front of a palace entrance, happily advising Cold Sword.

"Wife, isn't that right?"

Jiang Hanxi fell silent for a moment, as if contemplating whether to deliver a blow to this sentient weapon that had accompanied her for tens of thousands of years.

That's right, a blow! Jiang Hanxi feared that if she spoke, it would likely be a heavy blow to the spirit of Cold Sword.

"Wife..."

Seeing her reluctance to speak, Wang Feng gradually put his arm around Jiang Hanxi's waist, wanting to get closer and be affectionate.

This time, Jiang Hanxi did not let his trick succeed. She pushed away his strong arm and even hit him.

"Mmm..."

But she still admitted it in a low voice. It wasn't her character to shirk responsibility, and she rarely lied in her life.

"Wife is so good, here's a kiss as a reward."

Wang Feng said, pouting his lips and leaning towards Jiang Hanxi, but as he expected, Jiang Hanxi blocked him with her palm.

"No."

Jiang Hanxi pressed her palm against Wang Feng's approaching lips, pushing him back.

If she kissed him, she'd probably end up being carried...

Cold Sword in Jiang Hanxi's hand slowly stopped trembling, unsure if it had resigned itself or was speechless from anger at its owner, Jiang Hanxi.

Wang Feng and Jiang Hanxi entered the palace before them hand in hand, stepping across the threshold, one step inside.

As their figures fully entered, they first saw the full extent of the palace. On the boundless walls in the distance were countless doors.

Each grand and magnificent door seemed to lead to a treasure hall, waiting for cultivators to explore.

Of course, there weren't only Wang Feng and Jiang Hanxi in the palace, but also countless cultivators who had entered from other entrances.

At this moment, Wang Feng noticed that all those cultivators had appeared out of thin air. He quickly turned his head to look behind him.

Sure enough, the entrance behind him had already disappeared, as if the outside and inside of the door were two different spaces.

Some confused male cultivators looked at Jiang Hanxi with a hint of greed and lewdness in their eyes.

But they still turned and rushed into one of the countless doors, prioritizing the struggle for treasures.

Wang Feng frowned slightly, truly wanting to dig out the eyes of those cultivators with disgusting gazes and make them eat them themselves.

"Wife, you choose. Let's see..."

Wang Feng raised his hand, pointing at the doors, and spoke softly to Jiang Hanxi, but then suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

Because... a purplish-illusory grand door abruptly appeared before them. It wasn't magnificent, but it was very enchanting.

Even Wang Feng's divine sense flickered for a moment, and a vivid, beautiful woman appeared in his mind.

"Lin Lang..."

Listening to the beautiful woman's charming voice in his mind, it was very alluring.

However, it seemed like she was just speaking normally, but every word was incredibly enticing.

Making one unable to resist falling in love with this charming voice.

"Lin your sister!"

Wang Feng raised his big foot, imbued with Chaotic Spiritual Power, and swung it forcefully at the door in front of him.

Whoosh~~

Lightly, the door in front of him dissipated, but it reappeared not long after, as if it were nothingness.

"Wife, someone is seducing your Husband."

Jiang Hanxi's eyes flickered with cold light. She didn't speak, but simply raised the Cold Sword in her hand, and a special chill emanated.