180: Three great competitions

Lin Feng took in all the changes in her expression, a barely perceptible arc forming at the corner of his mouth.

He noticed Song Yu’s unusual behavior and asked knowingly,

“Martial Niece Song, is something bothering you?”

Song Yu suddenly snapped back to attention, met Lin Feng’s concerned gaze, and quickly waved her hands.

“No! Elder Lin, I’m fine! I’m perfectly fine!”

Her voice was a little high-pitched due to her excitement.

Seeing Song Yu’s reaction, Lin Feng understood immediately.

He had already passed the stage where he needed to use flowery words and rack his brains to personally flirt with women.

With his current status as a Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator, not yet a hundred years old, in the entire Human Realm, apart from the Ice Phoenix, if he wished, he could forcibly abduct any female Cultivator.

However, he enjoyed the process of using his own charm to make them willingly follow him even more.

After Song Yu took her leave, Lin Feng smiled.

He took a single step, and his figure vanished from the training ground, reappearing in front of a dense forest in the back mountains of Taibai Peak.

He blocked a fiery red figure that was trying to sneak away.

It was Mo Fengwu.

She had changed into a neat palace dress, but her red eyes and the slightly awkward way she walked revealed her previous encounter.

Seeing Lin Feng appear before her like a ghost, Mo Fengwu’s pretty face immediately fell, her eyes filled with pitiful pleas for mercy.

“Husband… you’re too amazing, I… I surrender!”

“I really can’t take it anymore…”

She clasped her hands together and bowed repeatedly to Lin Feng.

“How about I call my sister Yu Zhu over? Her butt is bigger than mine, so she’ll definitely… definitely be able to satisfy you, Husband!”

To escape the devil’s clutches, she unhesitatingly sold out her own Elder sister.

However, Lin Feng merely snorted, a domineering smile appearing on his face.

He pulled the fleeing Mo Fengwu back into his embrace and whispered in her ear,

“Hmph, Yu Zhu and you…”

“I want them all.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he strode towards his Immortal Cave, carrying the gasping beauty in his arms.

At the same time.

Mo Fengwu’s Elder sister, Mo Yuzhu, was preparing to return to her Immortal Cave to meditate.

Suddenly, she felt an irresistible spatial force envelop her.

Her heart was greatly alarmed, and just as she was about to resist, the scene before her eyes shifted.

The next moment, she had already appeared inside a somewhat familiar Immortal Cave.

Inside the Immortal Cave, the furnishings were luxurious, and the Spiritual Qi was so dense it had almost materialized.

What made her pupils constrict was the huge jade bed in the center of the Immortal Cave.

Her own younger sister, Mo Fengwu, was lying there in an extremely shameful posture.

And behind Mo Fengwu, a figure she was all too familiar with slowly raised his head, looking at her with a half-smile.

As that person moved, a crystalline line of fluid traced from Mo Fengwu’s private parts…

Was her own sister… doing this?

Mo Yuzhu’s mind went blank with a “boom.”

… … … … … … … … … …

Half a month later, Cloud Dream Mountain Range.

Amidst the continuous mountain ranges, a wide valley had been cleared and transformed into a huge training ground. Three high platforms stood in a triangular formation, with the flags of the three Sects fluttering in the wind above them.

At the Falling Cloud Sect’s seating area, Mo Fengwu, dressed in a fiery red palace dress, sat in the main seat. Her features were as beautiful as a painting, her demeanor dignified, and she exuded the unique majesty of a Core Formation Elder, completely different from the charming self she displayed in front of Lin Feng.

Behind her, Song Yu, dressed in a green skirt, stood quietly. The young girl’s exquisitely beautiful face and her cool temperament made her like a green lotus quietly blooming in a secluded valley, attracting attention.

The leading Elder of the Ancient Sword Sect was a black-haired middle-aged man with a long sword on his back, his gaze as sharp as a sword.

The Hundred Skill House’s representative was a bald, burly man with a hearty smile.

At this moment, the bald man and the Ancient Sword Sect Elder walked together to Mo Fengwu, cupping their fists in greeting.

“I have long heard of Phoenix Fairy’s great name, and seeing her today, her elegance is truly extraordinary.” The bald man’s voice was loud, carrying a hint of enthusiasm, “We old fellows are truly going to be washed away by the younger generation.”

The Sword Cultivator from the Ancient Sword Sect also nodded slightly, his eyes filled with scrutiny.

“Elder Mo, at such a young age, possesses such cultivation. The Falling Cloud Sect truly has a successor, which is cause for celebration.”

As a Sect Elder, Mo Fengwu was long accustomed to such occasions. She rose to return the greeting, a graceful, shallow smile on her face.

“I’ve met both Fellow Daoists. You both flatter me.”

“Phoenix Dance was merely fortunate to have advanced to Core Formation a few decades ago. My Dao is shallow, far from being comparable to the profound Foundations of both Fellow Daoists.”

Her words were humble, and her posture elegant, fully demonstrating the demeanor of a great Sect Elder.

Below the stage, the Disciples of the three Sects had already begun to stir secretly.

Especially the male Disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect and Hundred Skill House. In their Schools, the former focused on Sword Cultivation, while the latter specialized in Artifact Refining and talisman crafting. Where had they ever seen such stunning female Cultivators?

Mo Fengwu was mature and charming, with an exquisite bearing. Song Yu was pure and agile, like a Fairy.

The two sisters standing together were simply the two most beautiful scenic lines, almost attracting the gaze of all the male Cultivators present. Those undisguised, fervent gazes made the two Core Formation Elders of the Ancient Sword Sect and Hundred Skill House feel a bit embarrassed.

“What are you looking at! All of you, put your eyeballs back in!”

“Are you going to disgrace the Sect?!”

The two of them frequently turned their heads, softly scolding their unpromising Disciples, making the scene somewhat comical for a moment.

…

Above the high platform, amidst the clouds.

Within the clouds, invisible to the Mortal eye, three figures stood in the void, overlooking everything below.

One of them was a Cultivator dressed in red, with hair tied in two topknots, and a face like a seven or eight-year-old child. He looked at Mo Fengwu below, his eyes filled with admiration.

“Fellow Daoist Lin, your Dao Companion is truly extraordinary.”

“This aura… I’m afraid she’s not far from Nascent Soul, is she? To think that when I, Fire Dragon Child, was her age, I was still worried about Core Formation!”

Lin Feng stood with his hands behind his back, merely smiling at the words.

“Brother Fire Dragon, you jest.”

“Phoenix Dance’s Heart-Nature is still too immature. To form a Nascent Soul, I’m afraid she will need another hundred years of tempering.”

On the other side, a thin, gaunt old man with a withered face kept scrutinizing Lin Feng with his cloudy eyes.

“Young Friend Lin, I heard that it has been less than thirty years since you formed your Nascent Soul.”

“Why… why can I no longer discern your cultivation?”

“Could it be that Young Friend’s cultivation has advanced further these past years?”

As soon as these words were spoken, the red-robed child also looked over curiously. He was precisely the Ancient Sword Sect’s Nascent Soul Elder, Fire Dragon Child, who was on good terms with Elder Lv Luo, and naturally felt a sense of closeness to Lin Feng.

And this shriveled old man was Elder Ding, a Nascent Soul Elder from Hundred Skill House, whose relationship with the Falling Cloud Sect was ordinary, but since the three Sects were connected by the same Dao, they managed to get along well enough on the surface.