3: A sixteen-year-old immortal?

“Get out!” Li Changfeng said faintly, “What do you take this place for?”

Shen Qiu was startled, but he didn't give up.

“I cannot disobey my master’s command. I must bring my Senior Sister back to the mountain. Please, Young Master, do not stop me.” Shen Qiu twisted his wrist, and the crimson long spear drew a half-moon in the air. “All disciples, listen to my command! Enter the valley and bring Senior Sister back to the mountain!”

“Enter the valley!” The Divine Sword Sect disciples responded.

“Young Master, forgive me for the offense!” A cold glint burst from Shen Qiu’s eyes as he wielded his long spear.

The crimson spear tip hummed.

Spiritual energy suddenly appeared on Shen Qiu, and a sense of oppression assailed them.

The Divine Sword Sect disciples swarmed forward.

But facing this scene, Li Changfeng remained seated on the ground.

“What is this kid doing? Why isn’t he getting up to fight them!” Nan Qingyue clenched her fists tightly, extremely worried.

Could it be that he has no cultivation?

Oh no, oh no, I thought I met an expert, could he just be a clown?

“Not leaving? I’ll send you out!” Li Changfeng stared at the long spear in the air. “Control!”

“Young Master, please enlighten me!” Shen Qiu roared and charged forward.

“Buzz, buzz.”

“He didn’t move?” Shen Qiu’s pupils contracted, revealing a look of surprise. “Why won’t my long spear obey me!”

The long spear in his hand spun out and stabbed deeply into the ground.

Shen Qiu was struck and sent flying backward, sliding a hundred meters on the ground before slowly stopping.

“Cough, cough! This… person… I can’t feel… his cultivation, why… can he… use… spiritual energy!” Shen Qiu had a terrified expression. “No, this doesn’t seem to be spiritual energy!”

“You can still leave now.” Li Changfeng picked up the wine pot, tilted his head back, and took a gulp of fine wine, then slowly stood up.

Nan Qingyue showed a surprised expression, “Could it be that he has already become an immortal?”

This guy has no cultivation but can use spiritual energy!

Mortals simply cannot do it!

“Even if I die, I must fulfill my master’s command and bring Senior Sister back to the mountain!” Shen Qiu said in a deep voice, his pupils contracting.

“This idiot.” Nan Qingyue stood on the ancient locust tree and shook her head helplessly.

“What good will it do you to take her back?” Li Changfeng stood with his hands behind his back, staring at Shen Qiu.

Facing this question.

Shen Qiu was stunned.

Good?

“Shen Family rules, a master’s command cannot be disobeyed!” Shen Qiu’s hand suddenly held a dagger, and he charged forward again. “There’s no good in it, it’s what Master ordered!”

Li Changfeng’s lips curled, and a flood of memories appeared in his mind.

“One of the Four Great Immortal Families, the Nanli Shen Family.”

“Their training is based on elegance and correctness, with over three thousand family rules alone.”

“All Shen Family disciples are refined and elegant.”

“You, the Second Young Master of the Shen Family, are indeed refined and elegant in your demeanor, not disgracing the Shen Family’s reputation.” Li Changfeng’s fingertip moved lightly. “However, do you think you can act recklessly on my territory and still talk about rules? Is this how your family head, Shen Changjing, taught you?”

Shen Qiu was bound by a powerful force, his body suspended in the air.

The family head had already entered the seventh-grade realm, but he couldn't achieve control!

Could this person really be an immortal?

“A sixteen-year-old immortal? How is this possible!” Shen Qiu wished he could pop his eyeballs out. He had a terrified expression, and his heart pounded faster and faster.

That was… the aura of death…

Li Changfeng was about to make a move.

“Shen Erqiu!” Nan Qingyue jumped down from the ancient locust tree. “Why do you listen to your master for everything? If he tells you to die, will you die?”

“Senior Sister!” Shen Qiu exclaimed excitedly.

Nan Qingyue snorted coldly, “Bah, who’s your Senior Sister!”

“Why did you come out?” Li Changfeng was startled.

“My junior brother is not very bright, I was afraid Master would get angry.” Nan Qingyue sighed. “Shen Erqiu, why aren’t you getting out? Waiting to die?”

Shen Qiu was stunned.

Master?

Senior Sister actually called this young man Master?

Who is this person!

“Why would I kill him when we have no grievances?” Li Changfeng waved his hand, shaking his head helplessly.

Kill someone?

Just scaring him, that’s all.

The power of control instantly dissipated, and the area within the domain returned to calm.

Shen Qiu fell heavily from the air onto the ground, spitting out fresh blood.

“Master, you’re so amazing! Are you tired or hot? I’ll fan you.” Nan Qingyue pulled out a folding fan from her bosom, looking very obedient.

Master must be a big shot.

I must hold on tightly!

If I have him as a backer, what Nanli Shen Family?

If I say I won’t marry, I won’t marry!

Then even Master will have to be a sycophant!

“Crack.”

With a crisp sound.

Shen Qiu only felt a wetness under his bottom, and a scent of wine wafted out.

“What was that sound?” Nan Qingyue frowned.

Shen Qiu was stunned!

Did I pee?

No, that’s not right.

This smell… is it wine?

“Bastard!” Li Changfeng was filled with murderous aura, and a cold glint burst from his eyes.

“The wine pot my master left behind was shattered by your butt!”

“See if I don’t kill you!”

“Die!”

Li Changfeng flicked his sleeve, throwing Shen Qiu a hundred meters into the air.

Shen Qiu cried out in alarm, the hairs on his arms already standing on end. “Young Master, please forgive my unintentional act.”

“Forgive? That’s God’s job, and my mission is to send you to meet God!” Li Changfeng snapped his fingers.

Shen Qiu instantly plummeted, disappearing from sight.

“Wah wah, ah ah ah ah!” Shen Qiu screamed, his face pale.

Nan Qingyue gasped, a look of terror on her face.

Is he going to be smashed to death?

Such… truly… cruel methods.

That’s the despair of powerlessness!

“Is… this… still… a human?”

“Run, it’s a ghost!”

“This must be a ghost!”

The Divine Sword Sect disciples had long since fled in fear, not daring to stay.

Li Changfeng snapped his fingers again, and Shen Qiu stopped an inch from the ground.

Shen Qiu was scared out of his wits, his eyes vacant as he half-knelt on the ground.

“Spear, come.” Li Changfeng held out his hand.

The crimson long spear hummed.

A flash of light streaked across the sky, landing in his hand.

This long spear was Shen Qiu’s weapon.

“You broke my master’s wine pot, so it’s not too much to ask for your life, is it?” Li Changfeng twisted his wrist, and the spear tip rested against Shen Qiu’s vital throat.

The wine pot Baiyi Luo left behind.

That was Li Changfeng’s most important possession…

Shen Qiu was so terrified he was speechless.

“Wait!” Nan Qingyue called out.

“What is it?” Li Changfeng turned his head and asked.

“Master, even if you kill this kid, the wine pot won’t be repaired.” Nan Qingyue’s lips curved.

“What do you mean?” Li Changfeng was puzzled.

Nan Qingyue moved lightly, coming before Li Changfeng. “Master, I have a way to repair the wine pot.”

“Oh? Tell me!” Li Changfeng became interested.

“There’s a Heavenly Spring water in the inner courtyard of the Divine Sword Sect. This water can restore all things to their original state. Soak this wine pot in the Heavenly Spring water for ten hours, and I guarantee it will be repaired.” Nan Qingyue turned her head. “As for this idiot, if killing him would only dirty Master’s hands, it’s better to just let him get out of here to avoid being an eyesore.”