136: Equal love

The flying boat hovered high in the sky, with clouds slowly flowing past its sides.

Lin Feng and Nangong Wan stood side by side, overlooking the mountain range below, which was shrouded in thin Devilish Qi.

The former Yanyue Sect was once considered one of the top Immortal Realm blessed lands among the Seven Sects, but now the archway at the Sect gate had long since collapsed, replaced by black banners fluttering in the wind, adorned with ferocious demonic flame totems.

This place was now a stronghold of the Demonic Flame Sect.

"Let's go down," Nangong Wan's voice was soft, without much emotion.

Lin Feng nodded, wrapped his arm around her waist, and with a flicker of their figures, they transformed into two gentle breezes, silently landing within the Sect's old site.

Several black-robed, cold-aura Demonic Flame Sect Disciples were patrolling, discussing lewd topics, completely unaware of the two Nascent Soul Stage powerful Cultivators who brushed past them.

Nangong Wan's gaze swept over the Disciples, her brows slightly furrowed, but she said nothing more.

She strolled along the familiar stone steps, caressing the pavilions and towers.

"This is the Tongtian Pavilion. I became the top Disciple of the Yanyue Sect of that generation when I was at the Foundation Establishment Stage here," she said softly, pointing to a pavilion that had been transformed into a chaotic mess.

Her footsteps stopped again in front of a desolate herb garden.

"This herb garden was opened by my own hands. I wonder how the Ice Heart Grass I planted back then is doing now."

Lin Feng followed her gaze; only some tenacious weeds remained in the garden, along with a few unknown plants that had been tainted by Devilish Qi and turned pitch black.

Nangong Wan looked at all of this, a flicker of reminiscence, sorrow, and a hint of relief in her eyes.

This place held a hundred years of her time; it was the starting point of her Cultivation path.

The old place remained, but the people and things had changed.

Lin Feng said nothing, just quietly accompanied her, sensing the fluctuations in her mood.

When Nangong Wan walked to the Moon-Gazing Pavilion on the edge of a cliff, she stopped.

The pavilion remained, but the stone table was carved with Demonic Path Cultivation Technique incantations, destroying the original Concept.

She looked at the sea of clouds in the distance, silent for a long time.

Lin Feng could feel that her obsession with the Yanyue Sect was slowly dissipating with this revisit.

He took a step forward, reached out from behind, and held her cool jade hand.

Nangong Wan's body trembled slightly, and she turned her head to look at Lin Feng.

His eyes were warm and powerful, instantly calming her chaotic emotions.

With him here, she no longer seemed to be the Nangong Elder who had to sacrifice so much for the Sect, but just a woman who could rely on him.

It was just that…

A strange thought flashed through her mind, but she quickly suppressed it.

"Let's go," Nangong Wan said softly.

"Okay."

The two once again transformed into clear breezes, leaving this troublesome place without alarming anyone.

...

Aboard the flying boat.

The Magical Artifact smoothly traversed through the clouds, automatically flying towards the Fallen Demon Valley.

Lin Feng leaned against the side of the boat, looking at Nangong Wan, who had been silent beside him.

Ever since they left the old site of the Yanyue Sect, she had spoken much less, often gazing into the distance, lost in thought.

"Wan'er," Lin Feng finally couldn't help but speak, "You've been silent ever since we returned. Why is that?"

Nangong Wan withdrew her gaze, turned to look at him, and in her clear eyes, there was a hint of inquiry.

"I'm wondering if you can give all women equal love."

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat. He touched his nose, his expression slightly unnatural.

"Wan'er, you know everything?"

Nangong Wan's lips curved into a half-smile, not directly answering.

"On Yueyao Peak, it's one thing for Phoenix Dance and I, master and Disciple, but Phoenix Dance's Senior Sister, Mo Yuzhu, gained a Spiritual Root and became close to you, which is understandable."

Her tone was flat as she continued.

"But a few days ago, you stayed on Hong Fu Senior Sister's mountain peak for a day and a night."

"Did you also lay hands on Junior Niece Xuan'er and Junior Niece Qiaoqian? Don't tell me you were teaching them to Cultivate."

Lin Feng was somewhat silent.

He knew that any explanation at this time would be pale, and evasion was the worst strategy.

He had to take the initiative and regain the right to speak.

He was the male lead of a harem novel!

Lin Feng took a step forward, wrapped Nangong Wan's soft waist into his embrace, and leaned down to her ear, softly asking, "What? Is my Wan'er jealous?"

The warm breath on her earlobe instantly dyed Nangong Wan's cheeks crimson, and her body softened a bit.

She pushed Lin Feng, but couldn't move him.

"Not exactly..." Her voice weakened, "Your Cultivation is now heaven-defying, so it's only natural to have some wives and concubines by your side."

"It's just that you should control the number. And..."

She paused, looked up at Lin Feng, her eyes regaining some clarity.

"Phoenix Dance still doesn't know anything..."

Lin Feng chuckled inwardly, his hand already naughtily tracing the curve of her waist upwards, caressing her firm, voluptuous figure.

"Wan'er's lesson is correct," his voice carried a seductive magnetism, "How about Wan'er tells Phoenix Dance about our relationship first? Then, it would be more convenient for the three of us to act together in the future..."

"You..."

Nangong Wan was both shy and annoyed. This guy not only didn't restrain himself but also said such embarrassing things.

She didn't want to hear Lin Feng continue, so she steeled herself, stood on tiptoe, and actively blocked his mouth with her red lips.

Lin Feng was slightly startled, then he took the initiative.

Lips and tongues intertwined, like dry wood and raging fire.

The temperature inside the flying boat rapidly soared.

Clothes were shed, and a fierce Cultivation world car-shaking scene brazenly unfolded on the automatically driven flying boat.

...

A long time passed.

Nangong Wan's hair was disheveled, and her face was flushed as she leaned against Lin Feng's embrace, without even the strength to move a finger.

Feeling her body, which had been thoroughly tormented, she was somewhat shocked.

She, a dignified Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, couldn't even withstand this guy.

It seemed that him finding a few more women to share the burden... was perhaps necessary.

Lin Feng seemed to guess what she was thinking. He held her even tighter, and his other hand gently caressed her sensitive area.

His voice was gentle and sincere.

"Wan'er, I admit, I, Lin Feng, am somewhat promiscuous."

"But I can swear to the Heavenly Dao that I am sincere to each and every one of you, with absolutely no falsehood."

"It is precisely because of your existence that I have been able to reach this point and become so powerful. Each of you is the most important person in my heart."

Listening to Lin Feng's heartfelt words and feeling his deep gaze, the barrier in Nangong Wan's heart vanished like smoke.

She pressed her cheek against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and hummed in acknowledgment.

Just then, she felt the large hand on her mysterious area start to act up again.

Nangong Wan was both annoyed and amused. She used her last bit of strength to push him.

"I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong! Next time... next time we travel, you should bring Phoenix Dance... Mmm..."

Her protest seemed so pale and powerless.

Lin Feng simply didn't accept it. He lowered his head and blocked her lips, swallowing all her protests.

Ten thousand miles high in the sky, a flying boat pierced through clouds and mist, and inside the boat, spring returned limitlessly.