44: Chapter 44 The Pure and Ethereal, Heartless Daoist Fairy! The Joyful Union Powder…

Zhou Liangan tapped his fingertip on the System panel in the Void Realm, and a cold prompt popped up.

［ hehuan powder has been dispensed to the System's exclusive storage ］

A playful smirk slowly curved the corners of his mouth, and deep in his eyes surged a calculation of inevitable victory.

In the open space not far away, Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing was looking down at Liang Zichen, who had been heavily struck to the ground. The man was curled up on the ground, clutching his chest, blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and one arm twisted unnaturally—clearly, he was severely injured.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Zhou Liangan staring at her with a pair of malicious eyes.

Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing's heart skipped a beat. Her originally cold and beautiful eyes were instantly covered with a layer of bone-chilling coldness, and the air around her seemed to freeze at that moment.

The next second, the pressure belonging to a Tongmai Realm powerhouse was released from her body without reservation.

Even though Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing was suffering from internal injuries, this genuine Tongmai Realm pressure still carried an intimidating force that could not be underestimated.

Zhou Liangan clearly felt the wave of pressure rushing towards him, but instead of showing any fear, he chuckled. "Young Miss Feng, if you make a move here, aren't you afraid that those enemies of yours will hear the news and take the opportunity to come knocking?"

Upon hearing this, Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing parted her red lips and let out a disdainful cold laugh. "You do have a bit of petty cleverness, but unfortunately, in the face of absolute strength, these little tricks of yours are not worth mentioning."

The moment the words fell, she took a light step forward. The Aura she had been restraining slightly erupted completely in that instant, like a sleeping beast suddenly waking up. Surging Spiritual Qi swept out, causing the surrounding temperature to drop by a few degrees.

Following that, Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing lifted her jade hand slightly, pushing out a palm lightly towards Zhou Liangan's direction.

This seemingly casual movement carried astonishing power. The palm force broke through the air with a sharp whistling sound, heading straight for Zhou Liangan's face. Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart with faint sounds.

As expected of a top expert in the Tongmai Realm!

Everyone present secretly marveled in their hearts.

One must know that in this day and age, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi is extremely thin. Ordinary Martial Artists can barely even gather Spiritual Qi, yet Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing could condense and release Spiritual Qi to form a tangible attack. This level of strength was truly staggering.

Third Miss Nangong Meng and Patriarch Nangong You stood to the side, already dumbfounded, their faces full of shock.

Although they came from the Nangong Family and had long heard of a special group of people called Ancient Martial Artists, Jiangcheng was ultimately just an inconspicuous small place. The so-called Ancient Martial Artists they usually saw were just mediocre people cultivating low-Rank Cultivation Techniques.

In this era of scarce Spiritual Qi, everyone knows that unless one Cultivates a Cultivation Technique above the Earth Rank, only by reaching the Spirit Guiding Realm can one gather Spiritual Qi into form and release it to injure others.

The Ancient Martial Artists they had seen in their lives rarely even cultivated Profound Rank high-grade Cultivation Techniques, let alone Earth Rank Cultivation Techniques and Spirit Guiding Realm cultivation. The strength Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing displayed before them had already exceeded their cognition.

Seeing such an expert make a move with their own eyes, both of them held their breath, their eyes filled with disbelief, and only one thought remained in their hearts.

So it turns out that cultivating martial arts in this world can really break through the limits of the body!

Facing the whistling palm wind, the smile on Zhou Liangan's face remained unchanged, but in his heart, he was secretly operating the Hunyuan Technique within his body.

Wisps of extremely pure Spiritual Qi surged from his Dantian, rapidly condensing in front of him to form a visible pale white Spiritual Qi barrier, standing steadily in front of him.

With a muffled "bang," the palm force landed heavily on the barrier. The Spiritual Qi barrier trembled violently, rippling in layers, but it never shattered. Zhou Liangan stood in place, his figure as steady as Mount Tai, not even moving his feet an inch.

Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing had her reservations and did not deal a fatal blow to Zhou Liangan.

Because she knew very well that Spiritual Qi had not yet recovered, and the authorities had strict control over Ancient Martial Artists like them. Although they tacitly allowed the major families to know about the existence of Ancient Martial Artists, they absolutely did not allow them to act arbitrarily in the secular world, disrupting the stable situation that the authorities worked hard to maintain.

Once too much commotion was caused here, attracting the authorities, the consequences would be unimaginable. Moreover, she was seriously injured and had enemies eyeing her, so it was truly not suitable to create more trouble.

But when Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing saw the Cultivation Technique Zhou Liangan used, her beautiful eyes suddenly widened, filled with disbelief.

She saw clearly that the opponent was operating the Medium Grade Profound Rank Hunyuan Technique, but how could this Profound Rank Cultivation Technique condense a real Spiritual Qi barrier in Zhou Liangan's hands?

This is simply a fantasy!

One must know that the Cultivation Technique Ranks are strict: above Profound Rank is Spirit Rank, and above Spirit Rank is Earth Rank. In this world today, those who can truly mobilize Spiritual Qi and achieve Spiritual Qi release must at least have an Earth Rank Cultivation Technique as a foundation.

But Zhou Liangan clearly used the Hunyuan Technique, yet he could achieve what even practitioners of Earth Rank Cultivation Techniques might not easily accomplish. How could this not shock her?

Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing would never dream that the Hunyuan Technique in Zhou Liangan's body was no longer an ordinary Medium Grade Profound Rank Cultivation Technique, but had long since advanced into a rare Heaven Rank Cultivation Technique. If she knew the truth, her jaw would probably drop.

She stared fixedly at Zhou Liangan, her beautiful eyes filled with surprise and curiosity. After a long time, she spoke slowly, "You do have some skills. This Cultivation Technique of yours is somewhat familiar."

Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing calculated quickly in her heart. She was now seriously injured, and her strength could only reach the Spirit Guiding Realm at most. As for the Zhou Liangan in front of her, since he could wield Spiritual Qi, the Cultivation Technique he cultivated must be above the Earth Rank, and his strength should not be underestimated.

Wanting to kill him here without anyone knowing would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

However, this person already knew the secret that she was being hunted by enemies. If she let him leave today, he might turn around and leak her whereabouts to her enemies, and she would never have peace in the future.

Thinking of this, Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing had already made a decision.

It would be better to pretend to be weak, act as if her injuries were hard to heal and she was unable to fight, lure him into letting down his guard, and then find a secluded place to kill him unexpectedly to eliminate future trouble.

After making up her mind, Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing deliberately urged the remaining injuries in her body to cause a slight fluctuation in her Aura. Her breath was strong and weak, looking as if she was forcibly suppressing her internal injuries and was already powerless.

She lifted her eyes, her beautiful eyes sweeping coldly over Zhou Liangan, her tone carrying a bit of unwillingness and ruthlessness, "Zhou Liangan, I will remember what happened today. We will settle this in the future."

After speaking, she turned her head to look at Liang Zichen, who was still slumped on the ground. A rare trace of concern appeared in her cold eyes, and she walked up quickly and asked, "Zichen, are you okay?"

Liang Zichen struggled to support himself on the ground to get up, his face as pale as paper, one arm hanging softly, and the broken bone causing piercing pain. Every movement pulled at the nerves of his whole body, and his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat.

He gritted his teeth and shook his head, his voice hoarse as he said, "I'm fine... Thank you, Junior Martial Uncle."

Looking at Liang Zichen's critically injured appearance, the coldness in Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing's eyes deepened. When those beautiful eyes looked at Zhou Liangan again, they were already filled with killing intent, but this killing intent was well hidden deep in her eyes and had not been revealed at all.

"Let's go, Zichen. I'll take you to treat your injuries," said Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing.

Liang Zichen struggled to get up.

Watching Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing's departing back, her graceful and charming figure wrapped in tight-fitting clothes, outlining exquisite curves, with every step swaying, Zhou Liangan couldn't help but curve his mouth into a deeper, playful arc.

Zhou Liangan knew the plot well and naturally knew that this woman's injuries were mostly stabilized, yet she deliberately pretended that her injuries were acting up and her breath was unstable.

Is she showing weakness to me, trying to lure me into the trap?

A meticulous woman, indeed.

Seeing this, Patriarch Nangong You also knew that this place was not suitable for staying long, so he slipped away in advance like greased lightning.

Only Zhou Liangan and Third Miss Nangong Meng were left on the scene. Third Miss Nangong Meng quickly approached Zhou Liangan and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

Zhou Liangan looked at the undisguised worry in Third Miss Nangong Meng's eyes, and his heart warmed. "I'm fine, just a small scene, don't worry about me."

Hearing Zhou Liangan's words, Third Miss Nangong Meng let out a long sigh of relief, and her hanging heart finally settled down.

She raised her eyes, her beautiful eyes fixed on Zhou Liangan, and she earnestly exhorted, "For today's matter, you must be extra careful. I always feel that Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing is not right. Her appearance just now didn't look like she was really afraid. There might be some trick hidden in this."

Zhou Liangan reached out, his fingertips gently brushing Third Miss Nangong Meng's white and delicate cheek, the touch soft and smooth. "Don't worry, Meng'er, I have my own sense of proportion. The little tricks she plays cannot escape my eyes."

Third Miss Nangong Meng's cheeks flushed slightly from his gentle action, and she nodded lightly, saying no more.

Subsequently, the two left together and walked towards Third Miss Nangong Meng's home.

Time passed bit by bit, and three hours flew by in an instant.

Zhou Liangan's phone suddenly rang; it was the subordinate he had previously sent to track Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing.

He pressed the answer button, and a capable female voice came from the other end of the phone, her tone respectful, "Young Master Zhou, that woman has already left the city. Looking at the direction, she is heading towards the mountains and forests in the suburbs."

"Follow her closely, report her movements at any time, and don't alert the enemy," Zhou Liangan instructed in a calm tone, a flash of precision in his eyes.

The fish has finally taken the bait.

"Understood, Young Master Zhou," the subordinate responded respectfully, then hung up the phone.

Zhou Liangan put away his phone. After the intense exchange just now, his shirt was already a mess.

He called his subordinate to bring over a brand-new set of casual clothes. After changing his clothes neatly, he opened the special positioning software hidden in the System, and the screen clearly showed the tracker's location.

Without further hesitation, Zhou Liangan picked up his car keys, hurried downstairs, drove his black Lamborghini Urus, and sped towards the outskirts of the city.

The engine roared, and the black car body shot out like an arrow from a bow, swiftly shuttling along the highway, and before long, it arrived outside the mountains and forests in the suburbs.

In the mountains and forests, ancient trees towered, vegetation was overgrown, and it was silent, with only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves.

Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing stopped in a hidden valley. With her profound cultivation, she had long noticed the tail following her. From the moment she left, she knew her plan had worked.

Not long after, a familiar Aura approached this side. Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing's beautiful eyes suddenly narrowed, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. He's here.

Outside the mountains and forests, the black Lamborghini Urus made a beautiful and clean drift, stopping steadily by the side of the road, the tires rubbing against the ground with a harsh sound.

Zhou Liangan pushed open the car door and stepped out, his gaze sweeping over a patch of grass not far behind. "You go back first, no need to follow me anymore."

As soon as the words fell, a figure flashed out from the grass; it was the subordinate he had sent to track her. The woman nodded respectfully and heavily to Zhou Liangan, then turned and left, her movements crisp and neat, without any hesitation.

After the subordinate's figure completely disappeared from sight, Zhou Liangan moved his mind, and a simple black ring suddenly appeared in his palm.

This ring looked ordinary, but it was actually a special tool specially used to store hehuan powder. Its texture was hard, and its sealing was extremely strong. As long as it was worn on the finger and the mechanism inside the ring was activated with one's own spiritual power, the hehuan powder hidden inside would instantly turn into fine powder and spread with the wind, making it impossible for people to defend against.

He slowly put the ring on his ring finger, his fingertips gently rubbing the texture on the surface of the ring, and a smile of inevitable victory curved the corners of his mouth...