113: Nangong Wan and Senior Sister

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Yanyue Sect, Yueyao Peak.

The peak was shrouded in mist, and cranes chirped softly.

Nangong Wan, dressed in a palace gown, stood quietly in the pavilion. After forming her Nascent Soul, her aura became even more cold and ethereal, like a Guanghan Fairy who did not partake in worldly affairs.

Opposite her, a female Cultivator in a similar palace gown, but with a few more traces of time on her Face, was frowning.

“Junior Sister Nangong, before you formed your Nascent Soul, you always said you wanted to focus on Cultivation. Senior Sister, I believed you.”

“Later, you became entangled with Lin Feng of Huangfeng Valley.”

“Now that you are a Nascent Soul Cultivator, and Lin Feng has been missing for over sixty years, long since his fate unknown, why are you still unwilling to get close to Fellow Daoist Wei Lichen of Huayi Sect?”

Nangong Wan’s Senior Sister’s tone revealed an uncontrollable annoyance.

Nangong Wan’s expression was calm. She gently brushed a fallen leaf from the stone table.

“Lin Feng will be fine.”

“Senior Sister, there’s no need to persuade me further. My mind is made up.”

“You!” The Senior Sister finally couldn’t hold back, her voice suddenly rising, “Huayi Sect’s Grand Elder is one of the three Great Cultivators of Tiannan, his strength is unfathomable! His nephew, Wei Lichen, is already a Middle Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator at a young age, and there are several Nascent Soul old monsters in their Sect!”

“If you could become his Dao Companion, how could our Yanyue Sect not prosper greatly?”

Nangong Wan raised her eyes and looked earnestly at her Senior Sister.

“Senior Sister, our Yanyue Sect, relying on ourselves, may not fail to prosper.”

“My Disciple, Phoenix Dance, has cultivated for less than a hundred years and has already broken through to the Core Formation. Hongfu Immortal also has hope of impacting the Nascent Soul. Why must we rely on others?”

The Senior Sister looked at Nangong Wan’s unyielding Face, and the patience in her eyes finally wore thin, replaced by a chilling coldness.

“Junior Sister, you truly disappoint me too much.”

Her voice became eerie and cold.

“These years, how many resources has the Sect poured into you and your Disciple? The nearly one thousand Huangfeng Valley Disciples brought by Hong Fu, if they could betray the Sect once, they can do it a second time. They are nothing but a bunch of ungrateful wretches!”

“The Sect has paid so much for you. Now, it’s time for you to repay the Sect!”

The moment her words fell, an unexpected change occurred!

Buzz!

From the four directions of Yueyao Peak, several thick beams of light shot into the sky, converging in the air to form a massive light cover, like an overturned giant bowl, tightly covering the entire Yueyao Peak.

Nangong Wan’s expression changed slightly.

She felt the surrounding Spiritual Qi become viscous and sluggish, and the speed of her internal magical power’s circulation was forcibly suppressed by more than thirty percent.

Within the Formation, two dark chains shimmering with runes appeared out of thin air, shooting towards Nangong Wan.

Nangong Wan was startled. With a flick of her jade hand, the Vermillion Bird Ring glowed brightly, transforming into a Vermilion Bird phantom bathed in fire, meeting the chains and blocking them in mid-air.

But at this moment, the Senior Sister quickly formed hand seals, muttering incantations.

“Heart Confinement Technique!”

Several strange blood-colored runes shot out from her fingertips, ignoring Nangong Wan’s protective spiritual light, and directly entered Nangong Wan’s body.

Nangong Wan’s Face turned pale. She felt a pain in her chest, and the Nascent Soul in her Dantian dimmed, as if confined by an invisible lock.

Her immense Nascent Soul Stage magical power was forcibly suppressed back to the Core Formation Stage!

The Vermillion Bird Ring let out a mournful cry, its spiritual light dissipated, and it reverted to a bracelet, falling down.

The two chains, now unobstructed, instantly wrapped around Nangong Wan’s delicate body, binding her tightly.

“Junior Sister, just stay here and make some contributions to the Sect.”

The Senior Sister walked in front of Nangong Wan, looking down at her, without a trace of guilt in her eyes.

“If you still don’t know what’s good for you, don’t blame Senior Sister for using other methods.”

After speaking, she formed a seal and pulled, and the two chains transformed into points of light and dissipated.

She was about to warn her again, but her Face suddenly changed, and she abruptly looked up outside the Formation.

She felt a figure forcibly breaking into the Yanyue Sect’s mountain-protecting Formation!

Who was it?

She was about to move to investigate when, in her line of sight, a green Escape Light, at a terrifying speed, shot directly towards Yueyao Peak!

“Bang!”

A loud noise.

The Formation light cover that had tightly trapped Yueyao Peak, under the impact of the green Escape Light, instantly shattered like an eggshell, turning into a sky full of light rain.

The Escape Light did not stop. After breaking through the Formation, it transformed into an afterimage, charging directly towards the Senior Sister.

Too fast!

The Senior Sister didn’t even have time to react. She only felt a tightness in her neck and an irresistible tremendous force.

The next moment, the world spun.

She was grabbed by the neck by a hand and slammed heavily onto the ground.

“Crack!”

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible. Her eyes rolled back, blood seeped from her seven orifices, and she instantly fainted.

Having done all this, the figure slowly turned around and looked at Nangong Wan, who was pale and confined in place.

Nangong Wan stared blankly at the familiar Face, her eyes instantly reddening.

The next moment, she could no longer hold back and threw herself into that warm and solid embrace.

“Lin Feng, you’re finally back!”

The Moon Palace Fairy in his arms, however, was crying like a child, her tears soaking his clothes.

Lin Feng held the beauty in his arms tightly, gently stroking her back, comforting her softly.

“Wan’er, I’m back.”

He lowered his head, looking at the tear-streaked pretty Face in his arms, and playfully pinched her nose, saying with a smile.

“I didn’t expect Wan’er to form her Nascent Soul even before me. You’re truly amazing.”

Nangong Wan raised her head from his embrace, her eyes misty with tears, yet with a hint of playful pride.

“Of course, but… I’m definitely not your opponent.”

Sixty-one years apart, a thousand words all transformed into this embrace.

After a moment of tenderness, Lin Feng spoke seriously.

“Let me first remove this technique for you.”

Nangong Wan’s eyes were full of sweetness, and she gently hummed in agreement.

“Hmm… Hmm?!”

Before she finished speaking, she felt a warm, large hand skillfully slide into her palace gown, pressing against the softness of her chest, even gently kneading it.

“The technique is applied to the heart, ahem, this way… it will be dispelled faster.” Lin Feng’s gaze drifted, explaining with some guilt.

Nangong Wan’s pretty Face flushed slightly. She gave Lin Feng a coquettish glare but did not resist.

Over fifty years had passed since they last met. This usually cold and arrogant Nascent Soul Fairy now only felt the shyness and dependence of a young girl in her heart.

Thus, with both of them willing, the “Heart Confinement Technique,” which should have been dispelled in an instant, took nearly half an hour.

It wasn’t until Nangong Wan’s Face was flushed and her body went soft from his ministrations, collapsing in his arms, that Lin Feng reluctantly withdrew his hand.

“Speaking of which, why isn’t that girl Phoenix Dance here?” Lin Feng asked, breaking the intimate atmosphere.

Nangong Wan’s Face was still flushed. While tidying her disheveled clothes, she softly replied, “After Phoenix Dance formed her Core, she’s been cultivating in the cold pond. The environment there is beneficial for her Cultivation Technique.”

Lin Feng nodded.

“Cough…”

A somewhat awkward cough came from the side.

The Senior Sister, lying on the ground, had awakened at some point and was looking at them with an extremely complex gaze.

She had actually woken up earlier, but sensing that this man and woman were doing such intimate things in front of her, she was truly too ashamed to get up and could only continue to feign unconsciousness.

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, looking at Nangong Wan’s Senior Sister.

He had naturally noticed that this woman had woken up earlier. It was just that Nangong Wan also seemed to intentionally let her Senior Sister completely give up, so he went along with the flow and continued.

The Senior Sister struggled to get up from the ground, her Face extremely unsightly.

“I have already agreed to this matter with Huayi Sect. Your actions show no Face to Huayi Sect! In the future, how will our Yanyue Sect survive in this Nine Nations Alliance?”

Nangong Wan still wanted to persuade her.

“Senior Sister, Lin Feng has also formed his Nascent Soul now. Our Yanyue Sect already has three Nascent Soul Cultivators, which is the most prosperous period in a thousand years. As long as we slowly Cultivate…”

Lin Feng, however, raised his hand and gently interrupted Nangong Wan’s words.

“Wan’er, don’t say anymore.”

He turned his head, his gaze falling on Nangong Wan’s Senior Sister, his eyes cold.

An invisible, immense Divine Sense pressure descended with a roar.

The Senior Sister felt as if a ten-thousand-foot mountain was pressing on her Divine Soul. Her legs went weak, and with a “thud,” she couldn’t withstand the pressure and directly knelt on the ground, her Face turning liver-colored.

Lin Feng looked down at her, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Since you like to live on your knees, I’ll let you kneel properly and listen.”

“For Wan’er’s Face, I won’t kill you.”

“However, from today onwards, Wan’er will have no further connection with your Yanyue Sect. If Huayi Sect causes you trouble, tell them to come find me.”

“Also, Phoenix Dance, and Hongfu Immortal, and those nearly one thousand Huangfeng Valley Cultivators, I will take them all with me.”

“Do you have any objections?”

The Senior Sister’s Face turned from red to purple. She was completely suppressed by Lin Feng’s Divine Sense, unable to even open her mouth, unable to utter a single word, only able to make “ Woo woo” sounds. How could she answer?

This was clearly a deliberate humiliation.

After Lin Feng finished speaking, he no longer looked at her. He took Nangong Wan’s hand and prepared to leave.

After walking a certain distance, he stopped again, turned back, and waved his hand casually.

Two bulging Storage Pouches were thrown beside the Senior Sister.

“For Wan’er’s Face, the items inside are compensation for the resources your Yanyue Sect provided to her and her Disciple over the years.”

“Oh, right, the Restriction I placed will automatically lift after one hour, so you don’t need to worry.”

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One hour later.

A massive white flying boat sailed smoothly above the sea of clouds.

Nearly a thousand former Huangfeng Valley Cultivators were now on the deck, looking at the rapidly passing mountains below, discussing animatedly.

At the front of the flying boat, Liu Yu, dressed in a tight outfit, was carefully controlling the boat’s direction.

Inside the cabin, in an elegant quiet room.

Lin Feng, Nangong Wan, and Hong Fu sat facing each other.

Hong Fu looked at Lin Feng, her beautiful eyes still finding it hard to believe how quickly Lin Feng had formed his Nascent Soul.

“Lin Feng, do you have a plan?”

Lin Feng poured spiritual tea for the two of them and nodded with a smile.

“Senior Martial Uncle Hong Fu, don’t worry, I’ve already found a suitable place.”

He paused, looking at the somewhat worried expressions on Nangong Wan’s and Hong Fu’s Faces, and slowly said, “That is a Sect truly suitable for Cultivation. The atmosphere within the Sect is excellent, with no internal strife. They recruit Disciples without distinction of Aptitude, teaching everyone without discrimination.”

Upon hearing this, Nangong Wan and Hong Fu both froze, their eyes revealing surprise and yearning.

After all, whether in the Seven Sects of Yue Country or the Nine Nations Alliance of Beiliang Country, they had never heard of such a Sect existing in the world.

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The protagonist is ready to be invincible in the Human Realm~

Old Devil Han formed his Core at 127 and his Nascent Soul at 217. How can one endure that, haha~