13: The Shen family's farewell

Below the cliff.

Wei SuSu leaned against the ancient locust tree, her brows tightly furrowed.

"Immortal SuSu! You're back!" Lu Dong slowly opened his eyes. "Grandpa... he!"

As his vision gradually cleared.

What met his eyes was a delicate little face.

"No need to speak further, I know it all," Wei SuSu said coldly.

"Immortal, you must kill that disciple of Baiyi Luo!" Lu Dong said viciously. "That hussy Baiyi Luo actually didn't die back then! She even passed down her immortal power!"

Slap.

A crisp sound.

A bright red handprint was left on Lu Dong's face.

It stung fiercely!

"Say another word, and I'll tear your mouth apart!" Wei SuSu's eyes flashed with a cold light.

"Uh... Immortal SuSu..." Lu Dong was startled and dared not speak further.

Aren't the Immortal and Baiyi Luo enemies?

Why did I get this slap for cursing Baiyi Luo!

This woman is truly fickle!

"Let's go," Wei SuSu stood up, gazing towards Pingliang.

"Ah?" Lu Dong stood stunned. "Aren't we going back to Divine Sword Sect for revenge?"

"That kid could kill Lü Liang, he must have inherited Baiyi Luo's immortal power. We'll go to Pingliang Mulan Prefecture first and discuss a long-term plan with the Sect Leader and Chu Lijiang," Wei SuSu waved her large sleeve and leaped into the air.

Under the bright moonlight.

Wei SuSu, dressed in purple, walked through the air.

Though she didn't wield a sword, she could fly.

This was the ability of the Eighth Grade Realm.

The power of a Half-Immortal's control.

"Immortal SuSu, wait for me!" Lu Dong was injured and couldn't walk fast.

After a few dry coughs.

He fell to the ground.

Wei SuSu, who was flying, suddenly stopped.

"If you want revenge, then cultivate diligently. Without your grandfather, you can only rely on yourself," Wei SuSu snorted coldly.

With a gentle finger from Wei SuSu.

Lu Dong was instantly pulled over.

Originally a hundred meters away.

In just the blink of an eye, he appeared before Wei SuSu.

"Yes, this disciple understands," Lu Dong nodded vigorously.

This was the power of an Immortal!

With a slight movement of her fingertip, she could pull me to her side.

The power of control!

It truly is strong!

At the peak of the mountain, in the Young Sect Leader's study.

For three months straight.

Wei Donghai had not appeared; it was as if he had vanished.

Li Changfeng sighed.

"Qingyue, do you think Wei Laogou got the news and isn't coming back?" Li Changfeng lay on the wooden rattan chair.

Nan Qingyue had long since changed into a blue and white Daoist robe.

Now, she had completed the master-disciple ceremony.

She was the Young Sect Leader's personal disciple.

However, she wore this blue and white Daoist robe in a way that evoked a pleasure house.

Her exposed shoulders inevitably led to wild imaginings.

"Master, this humble one wouldn't know," Nan Qingyue chuckled.

"Qingyue, you still shouldn't call me Master," Li Changfeng waved his hand.

"Then what should I call you?" Nan Qingyue was stunned.

Li Changfeng opened his eyes.

Yes.

What should she call him?

Shizun?

No, no, too old-fashioned.

"How about Mr. Li?" Li Changfeng's eyes lit up.

"Mr. Li?" Nan Qingyue was puzzled.

"Yes, just call me Mr. Li," Li Changfeng stood up, hands behind his back.

It took Nan Qingyue a long time to recover.

"This humble one understands, Mr. Li," Nan Qingyue chuckled, sitting on Li Changfeng's lap.

"Uh... get down!" Li Changfeng's face flushed as he smelled the fragrance on her.

Knock, knock.

At this moment, a rapid knocking sound rang out.

It interrupted their conversation.

"Young Master Li." The voice was male.

"Who is it?" Nan Qingyue reluctantly stood up.

Li Changfeng looked towards the direction of the sound.

Who would be looking for me so early in the morning?

How strange.

"I am Shen Qingqiu," Shen Qingqiu said softly.

Hearing this, Li Changfeng immediately stood up and straightened his clothes.

The Shen Family people were most particular about etiquette.

He couldn't lose face, could he?

"Why is it this poker face!" Nan Qingyue turned her head.

What was he doing here!

Was it another matter of marriage alliance!

"Young Master Shen has arrived? Come in," Li Changfeng stood at the door, hands behind his back.

Creak—

A dull sound rang out.

Shen Qingqiu appeared at the door, having already changed into the Nanli Shen Family's red lotus and white robe.

Li Changfeng looked at the red lotus mark on his forehead.

It felt familiar, but he couldn't recall it for a moment.

"Young Master Li, I've come to bid farewell," Shen Qingqiu bowed respectfully.

"Farewell? You're leaving?" Li Changfeng was stunned, then cupped his hands in return.

No way?

He had just taken the position of Young Sect Leader, and someone was already leaving?

Was his charisma that lacking?

"The Shen Family disciples have completed their three years of cultivation at Divine Sword Sect; the term is up, and it's time to leave," Shen Qingqiu said gravely.

"Won't you stay a few more days?" Li Changfeng asked.

"The Family Head has ordered us to depart immediately, without delay," Shen Qingqiu's attitude was firm.

The marriage alliance between the Nanli Shen Family and Divine Sword Sect had failed.

After breaking off the engagement, there was also a three-year agreement.

If Shen Qingqiu remained at Divine Sword Sect.

The Shen Family's face would probably be utterly lost!

"What about Shen Qiu?" Li Changfeng asked again.

"Young Master Li, I also need to return to the Shen Family," Shen Qiu stepped into the room. "These are the spirit treasures and silver you requested, all here."

As Shen Qiu spoke, he poured everything out of his satchel.

Whoosh.

A crisp sound.

A strong light burst from the satchel.

It was so dazzling that one couldn't open their eyes.

"You are truly a man of your word," Li Changfeng's lips curved into a smile, and he gently nodded.

"I have one request," Shen Qiu's face flushed. "Please, Young Master Li, return the Crimson Lotus Spear. Otherwise, returning to the Shen Family..."

Li Changfeng gently pointed a finger.

The crimson long spear leaning against the wall hummed.

With a boom of spiritual fluctuation.

The Crimson Lotus Spear flew straight towards Shen Qiu.

Bang.

Shen Qiu used all his strength to catch the Crimson Lotus Spear!

"Thank you, Young Master Li!" Shen Qiu's eyes lit up, and he quickly knelt to express his gratitude.

"Don't be so quick to thank me; I'm only temporarily letting you keep it. This Crimson Lotus Spear will only be yours when you defeat me," Li Changfeng stood with his hands behind his back, looking every bit the expert.

Nan Qingyue was filled with admiration.

Master, this is too amazing.

It appeared again!

No spiritual energy fluctuations, yet he could control the spear!

When will I be like Master!

"Yes, Young Master Li, I will work hard," Shen Qiu said solemnly.

"And you? Don't you want that sword?" Li Changfeng looked at Shen Qingqiu.

"When I defeat Young Master Li, I will retrieve the Monarch Sword myself," Shen Qingqiu waved his large sleeve and leaped out.

Monarch Sword, I will definitely get it back!

No need to wait for the three-year agreement!

After performing his bow, Shen Qiu turned and followed closely behind.

"The Ninth Grade Immortal Weapon, Monarch Sword, the Nanli Shen Family's inherited sword. Tsk tsk... Shen Qingqiu is truly generous," Nan Qingyue watched Shen Qingqiu's departing back.

"Not generous? What else could he do?" Li Changfeng's lips curved.

"Are you suggesting you want Shen Qingqiu to beg me to give him the sword?"

"That's not his style!"

Li Changfeng's heart was clear as a mirror.

A prodigy who had been praised to the heavens.

After going through all this.

He must not be feeling well.