177: Song Yu

Inside Lin Feng's Immortal Cave on Taibai Peak.

A night of wind and rain, the spring colors within the Immortal Cave only ceased at dawn.

The next day, as Lin Feng walked out of the Immortal Cave feeling refreshed, Liu Yu's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes and brows carried a captivating charm as she straightened his robes.

After a night of in-depth “discussion,” she seemed to have been reborn, shedding yesterday's shyness and apprehension, gaining the flirtatious and confidence of a married woman.

“Peak Master, are you going to see Sect Master Lu today?” Liu Yu’s voice was so soft it could melt.

“Mm.” Lin Feng held her soft, boneless hand, “In the years I was away, you managed Taibai Peak very well, and I imagine those complicated Sect affairs won’t be difficult for you either.”

Liu Yu’s heart sweetened at her words, but her face showed confusion.

Lin Feng playfully flicked her nose and smiled, “From today onwards, you will be the Vice Peak Master of Taibai Peak. Additionally, I will propose to Senior Brother Lu that you also manage some of the Sect’s general affairs, exercising the authority of a Grand Elder on my behalf.”

“Ah?” Liu Yu’s small mouth slightly opened in surprise. “This…how can this be? My cultivation is low, and I haven’t accomplished anything…”

“I trust your ability.” Lin Feng interrupted her, “This matter is settled.”

He looked at Liu Yu’s flattered expression, feeling satisfied.

Liu Yu was indeed an unpolished gem; with a little refining, she could stand on her own, which would perfectly free him from the Sect’s miscellaneous affairs.

With that, Lin Feng gave her no more chance to object, his figure flickered, and he disappeared from the spot.

Falling Cloud Sect’s Main Peak Hall.

Lv Luo was processing the Sect’s Jade Slips. Hearing of Lin Feng’s arrival, he immediately put down his work and personally came out to greet him.

“Junior Brother Lin, why do you have time to visit me?” Lv Luo’s face was beaming.

“Senior Brother Lu, I came to discuss something with you.” Lin Feng went straight to the point.

“Speak freely!”

Lin Feng then explained his idea.

Lv Luo was first stunned after listening, then clapped his hands and laughed, “Haha, I thought it was something major! I naturally trust Junior Brother Lin’s judgment! I’ve seen Liu Yu a few times too, and she is indeed a meticulous and reliable good seedling.”

He immediately made a decision, “Let’s do it! I will issue a Sect Master’s Order shortly, conferring Liu Yu as the Vice Peak Master of Taibai Peak and concurrently acting as the manager of the Sect’s Deacon Hall!”

With the matter settled, Lin Feng bid farewell to Lv Luo.

Having arranged Liu Yu’s affairs properly, and with her officially becoming one of his own, a weight was lifted from Lin Feng’s heart. He then planned to go see Mo Fengwu.

As for Nangong Wan and Hong Fu, now both Nascent Soul Elders, their status was different from before. Each had their own peak and were busy with affairs, so he couldn’t simply sneak into a Fairy’s boudoir at night as he used to when they were in the Core Formation Stage.

And for Dong Xuan’er and Chen Qiaoqian, he would wait until after the Three Sects Competition, then find an opportunity to spend some quality time with the two women.

Lin Feng swept his Divine Sense and quickly found Mo Fengwu’s aura in the Sect’s central training square.

His figure flickered a few times, and he silently landed on an ancient tree at the edge of the square, concealing his aura as he looked towards the center of the field.

He saw a high platform erected in the center of the square, and Mo Fengwu, dressed in a fiery red palace gown, was seated on the main seat.

After decades apart, she had long shed the shyness of a young girl. Her brows now held a touch of majesty and composure, and every gesture carried the demeanor of a Core Formation Late Stage Elder.

Below the high platform, hundreds of Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment Stage Disciples sat cross-legged, their gazes of admiration all converged on her.

Lin Feng felt a little emotional, the little girl from back then had now grown into a Sect Elder capable of standing on her own.

His gaze followed Mo Fengwu’s line of sight, falling upon the arena in the center of the square.

On the arena, two female Disciples stood facing each other from a distance.

One of them, Lin Feng had some impression of; it was the little girl from White Phoenix Peak he had seen at the entrance ceremony back then.

She wore a short green skirt, her figure graceful, her face beautiful and clear, her skin like congealed fat, and her eyes bright and clever.

In just over twenty years since joining the Sect, she had already cultivated to the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage. This Aptitude was indeed extraordinary.

Her opponent, however, was a Senior Sister who had joined the Sect over fifty years ago, her cultivation already at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, her aura solid, clearly indicating a strong Foundation.

“Match begins!”

As an attendant on the platform shouted, the Senior Sister in the Foundation Establishment Late Stage immediately formed a hand seal. A thick, earthy yellow shield instantly appeared before her, and at the same time, she summoned a Flying Sword, which transformed into a yellow streak of light, directly piercing towards her opponent.

Both offense and defense were present, a stable fighting style.

However, the green-skirted girl merely stood quietly, only moving when the yellow light reached her.

Her figure was like willow catkins in the wind; with just a gentle sway, she miraculously avoided the Flying Sword’s sharp edge with perfect precision.

“Fairy Song’s movement technique is so fast!” A Disciple below the stage exclaimed.

The Senior Sister was also startled and quickly changed her Spell, controlling the Flying Sword to spin and pursue.

But no matter how swift her Flying Sword was, the green figure could always evade it in advance from an incredible angle.

She was like a butterfly flitting among flowers, dancing gracefully amidst the dense Sword Qi, her robes fluttering, not even a single strand of hair touched by the Sword Qi.

“It’s a Heavenly Spiritual Root.” Lin Feng saw through the essence at a glance.

Heavenly Spiritual Root Cultivators have a perception of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi far beyond ordinary people, their magical power recovery speed is astonishing, and casting Spells is effortless, without any sense of stagnation.

This advantage is overwhelming in battles of the same rank.

Just as the Senior Sister urged her Flying Sword, her old strength depleted and new strength yet to arise, in that instant.

The green-skirted girl moved.

A clear, melodious sword cry resounded through the square.

A flash of green Sword Qi, like a gazelle hanging its horns, untraceable, arrived later but reached first, instantly passing through layers of sword shadows and shield defenses.

Swoosh!

The sword tip stopped steadily three inches from the Senior Sister’s throat.

The chilling Sword Qi made her hairs stand on end, and she dared not move.

The entire place was silent.

The victor was decided.

Clean, decisive, and without suspense.

On the high platform, Mo Fengwu revealed a satisfied smile.

Just then, the space beside her subtly rippled.

A figure, without warning, appeared beside her.

Mo Fengwu’s heart skipped a beat, but when she clearly saw who it was, she was pleasantly surprised.

“Hus…”

She was about to speak but suddenly remembered that hundreds of Disciples were still watching below, so she quickly swallowed the address and stood up, bowing gracefully.

“Phoenix Dance greets Grand Elder.”

This address, “Grand Elder,” was like a giant stone thrown into a calm lake.

The hundreds of Disciples below the stage were first stunned to see their revered Elder Mo, whom they worshipped like a deity, actually stand up and bow respectfully to a young man who had suddenly appeared.

Then, upon hearing that address, everyone’s minds exploded with a “boom,” instantly turning into a commotion.

Grand Elder!

It was the legendary Grand Elder, who was said to be like a divine dragon, seen only by its head but not its tail, and who had been in seclusion on Taibai Peak!

“Greetings, Grand Elder!”

The next moment, all the Disciples, regardless of gender, stood up and bowed respectfully towards the figure on the high platform, their voices converging into a torrent that echoed through the sky.

Countless curious, reverent, and scrutinizing gazes secretly darted towards that figure.

They only saw a young man dressed in a dark outer robe, his figure tall and straight, standing with his hands behind his back.

His face was so handsome it seemed not of a Mortal, with sword-like brows, starry eyes, and a high nose bridge. Simply standing there, he exuded the demeanor of a Grandmaster, like a deep pool reflecting the mountains, as if he were the center of this Heaven and Earth.

The legend that had circulated within the Sect for decades was finally seen in person today.

For a moment, little stars lit up in the eyes of all the female Disciples, their faces filled with admiration and infatuation.

And the male Disciples were full of longing and worship.

In the Cultivation world, the strong are respected.

This Grand Elder was the pinnacle they pursued their entire lives.

On the arena, Song Yu, who had just won, also bowed with the others.

But when she looked up and her gaze met Lin Feng’s face, she froze.

Over the years, she and Senior Sister Mo Fengwu were like sisters, both mentor and friend. From Mo Fengwu’s mouth, she had heard countless legendary tales about this Grand Elder.

She had already imagined his appearance countless times in her mind.

But only now, seeing him with her own eyes, did she realize how meager her imagination had been.

It turned out that there truly was such a peerless man in this world.

Even more dazzling than all the stories she had heard.

Song Yu’s heart, which had never stirred for any man, pounded violently at this moment.

She just stood there blankly on the arena, her clear eyes fixed on Lin Feng, unblinking, as if only that dark figure remained in the world. (Song Yu’s image)

Even after the Disciples gradually dispersed and the vast square became empty, she still hadn’t come back to her senses.

Mo Fengwu looked at her good sister’s infatuated expression, feeling both amused and proud.

She was Lin Feng’s first Dao Companion.

She lightly coughed twice, reminding her with a hint of a smile, “Ahem, Sister Song Yu, everyone has left.”

Song Yu jolted, suddenly snapping back to reality, and only then realized that, at some point, only the three of them were left in the square.

Her cheeks instantly flushed as red as a ripe apple, and she quickly flew down from the arena, lowering her head in embarrassment.