58: Chapter 58 Saintess Shen, you have such double standards!

One month later, outside the mountain gate of the Blazing Moon Sect.

Above the firmament, the sea of clouds churned.

A magnificent floating palace, constructed entirely of Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Jade and Warm Sun Divine Stones, hung amidst the clouds like an Aerial Fortress, firmly suppressing the Blazing Moon Sect from above.

Inside the palace, the Formations were fully active, and the Spiritual Qi was so dense it formed a mist, nearly liquefying.

Shen Luoyu sat cross-legged upon a brocade couch carved from a single piece of Warm Sun Divine Stone.

Black and white Qi circulated ceaselessly around her body, like two Yin-Yang fish swimming joyfully; the aura she radiated was even more profound than it had been a month ago.

"Phew—"

As she exhaled the last breath of turbid Qi, she slowly opened her eyes. Stars seemed to be born and extinguished within her pupils as a sharp light burst forth.

Nascent Soul Middle Stage!

In just one short month, by relying on Su Feng's inexhaustible Pure Yang Qi, she had actually achieved another Breakthrough!

This cheat-like cultivation speed allowed her to taste the sweetness of success, making her somewhat addicted.

"Su Feng's Pure Yang Sacred Body... is truly a natural, supreme treasure. If I could continue cultivating like this, what difficulty would there be in reaching Soul Transformation?"

Shen Luoyu turned her head to look at Su Feng, who was getting dressed beside her. Her gaze held a bit less of its usual coldness and a hint more possessiveness.

"Let's go."

She rose elegantly, smoothing out the black and white Daoist robe that symbolized her dignity as the Saintess of the Yin Yang Sect, returning to her aloof, distant demeanor.

"The Blazing Moon Sect has been suppressed by you to the point they dare not show their faces. The war in Great Qin is also looking positive since the enemy's supplies were cut off; you can consider your debt to Ying Yue'e settled."

"The Ten Thousand Dragons Grand Gathering at the West Sea Dragon Palace is about to begin. We need to return to the Yin Yang Sect to use the Cross-realm Teleportation Formation."

Su Feng walked to the window, pushed open the lattice, and looked down at the deathly silent Blazing Moon Sect, which was tightly enveloped by its grand array. He couldn't help but remark with emotion.

"That Old thing Yan Jue really knows how to endure."

After being blocked and cursed at his own door for a month, he hadn't shown even a spark of temper. This ability to maintain composure while acting like a shrinking turtle was truly impressive.

"I can go with you."

Su Feng turned around and pointed at the magnificent floating palace beneath their feet:

"But this thing has to stay."

Shen Luoyu was taken aback, but a smile soon flashed in her intelligent eyes. She instantly understood Su Feng's intention:

"You're really something..."

He was planning to play an 'empty city' ruse!

The people would leave, but leaving this intimidating vehicle here would be enough to keep the Blazing Moon Sect deterred for several more months!

"Your future is destined to be beyond this small corner of the Southern Region."

Shen Luoyu did not refuse. She directly took out a prepared Teleportation Talisman and crushed it while holding onto Su Feng:

"On the way, I'll tell you about the other Three Lands. The waters there are much deeper than in the Southern Region."

Buzz!

Space distorted, and light and shadow shifted.

Yin Yang Sect, Mountain Gate.

The moment Su Feng's feet touched solid ground, even his pupils couldn't help but contract slightly.

What met his eyes was not the usual mountains and rivers, but a stretch of black and white Daoist Land suspended in the Void Realm!

Countless spiritual mountains floated unsteadily, buoyed by Yin and Yang Qi. Spiritual waterfalls flowed upward, and immortal cranes carried spirit herbs in their beaks.

Every blade of grass and every tree here seemed to contain the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

In comparison, the Blazing Moon Sect's operation of hollowing out a volcano to build a Sect was simply the difference between a nouveau riche and true nobility!

"Is this the foundation of the Southern Region's number one Sect?"

Su Feng rubbed his nose, suddenly feeling that the thirty billion Spirit Stones he had plundered from the Blazing Moon Sect... seemed like nothing special in front of this behemoth?

"Let's go."

Shen Luoyu was accustomed to all of this and led Su Feng across the Sect's plaza.

Along the way, countless Yin Yang Sect Disciples stopped in their tracks to bow and pay their respects.

But Su Feng keenly noticed that the gazes the male Disciples directed at him were filled entirely with jealousy!

The sour smell of people wishing they could take his place could be detected from ten miles away.

"Why are they looking at me like that?" Su Feng rubbed his face, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you."

Shen Luoyu looked straight ahead, her tone as flat as if she were discussing what to eat for dinner:

"I have already publicly announced that you are my Dao Companion."

"While I don't care about titles, to show how much I value you and to save us some unnecessary trouble, we should observe the proper formalities."

"Huh??"

Su Feng stopped in his tracks, his expression odd.

These words... why did they sound so familiar?

Aren't these usually said by an overbearing CEO to his little bride?

How did it end up reversed when it came to him?

Wait, have I become a live-in son-in-law?

But on second thought, Su Feng let it go.

"Whatever."

He touched the three hundred million Spirit Stones in his storage ring that Shen Luoyu had just paid him as a fee.

It's just a transaction anyway; as long as she pays, it's fine!

Being a 'kept man' who still acts tough is also a skill!

...

Yin Yang Sect Forbidden Ground, Cross-realm Teleportation Platform.

On a massive altar nearly a thousand feet wide, forged entirely from Star Meteor Iron and engraved with complex spatial runes, people were already waiting.

Besides two elders in Taiji Daoist Robes with unfathomable auras, there was also a familiar face.

Carrying an ancient sword on his back, his expression was cold and stern.

Jian Nanxin!

At this moment, his aura was even more restrained than it had been a month ago, like a divine sword returned to its scabbard, its sharpness hidden.

Seeing Su Feng arrive, this once arrogant number one Prodigy of the Southern Region actually stepped forward and took the initiative to clasp his hands respectfully:

"Brother Su."

Su Feng was somewhat surprised, then smiled and patted him on the shoulder:

"Not bad. It seems that Lightning Tribulation wasn't for nothing; your sword heart is even steadier now."

Jian Nanxin gave a bitter smile, yet his eyes were full of admiration.

Although this Sword Cultivator was a bit straightforward, his heart for seeking the Dao was the purest.

A loss was a loss; he only respected the strong.

"Saintess!"

Seeing Shen Luoyu arrive, the two elders who had been resting with their eyes closed bowed slightly in greeting.

Su Feng swept them with his Divine Sense and was slightly startled.

Although these two elders did not intentionally release any pressure, that feeling of being one with heaven and earth was clearly a level higher than even Yan Jue of the Blazing Moon Sect!

The Yin Yang Sect was indeed unfathomable.

"Everyone is here."

Shen Luoyu nodded and pointed at Jian Nanxin as she explained to Su Feng:

"According to the rules, the three Sects of the Southern Region each have one slot, while the other two slots belong to our Sect's Guardian Elders."

"I saw that the younger generation of the Blazing Moon Sect are all trash, so I gave that slot to you."

Su Feng raised an eyebrow.

This woman was not only wealthy but also wielded immense power, stripping a top Sect of its slot with a single sentence.

"The West Sea Dragon Palace holds a grand gathering every ten years. At that time, not just our Southern Region, but the North Mountain Demon Clan and the Eastern Tomb Ghost Cultivators will all send their top prodigies."

"What about the Five Kingdoms?" Su Feng asked curiously.

"The Five Kingdoms?"

Shen Luoyu's expression was calm, and her tone was devoid of emotion, as if she were merely stating a fact.

"Those pseudo-Half-step Spirit Transformation cultivators who rely on external forces like the Golden Dragon of Fortune... they are not worthy."

In the eyes of true great cultivation Sects, mortal imperial dynasties were ultimately inferior.

Without one's own Dao, one cannot go far.

Hearing this, Su Feng pointed at himself and asked with a half-smile:

"I also rely on external forces; does that mean I'm not worthy either?"

Shen Luoyu turned to look at him, a flash of matter-of-fact seriousness in her eyes:

"You are different!"

"You have the Pure Yang Sacred Body, you have that potential. And..."

She paused, lowering her voice.

"You are mine."

"..."

Seeing her protective "my person is the best" attitude, Su Feng couldn't help but shake his head and sigh:

"Saintess Shen... you are so double-standard."

"But I like it!"