262: Offense and defense change

The stone bed was cold, and the spring light was endless.

Inside the Immortal Cave, it was impossible to tell day from night, only the increasingly urgent gasps and moans remained.

Lin Feng embraced the ripe, voluptuous body in his arms, feeling utterly refreshed and satisfied. The desire for conquest in his heart had been fulfilled like never before.

Wen Qing's body, which had Cultivated the Sword Dao for hundreds of years, was like a peerless famous sword hidden in its sheath. Her suppleness allowed her to be gentle, yet her strength could erupt with astonishing power when fierce. The two of them were perfectly matched, like rivals encountering their equal.

After another passionate session, when the last afterglow faded, Wen Qing was drenched in sweat, as if she had just been pulled from water. She lay limp in Lin Feng's arms, too exhausted to even move a finger.

Her usually cold face was now flushed, her eyes seductive and hazy. Her formerly sharp sword eyes now held only a watery spring-like allure.

“Master… this slave… this slave truly cannot continue…” Her voice was tearful, filled with an endearing grievance. “Please, Master… spare this slave this time…”

Days of ceaseless demands had pushed her Mid-Nascent Soul Stage cultivation to its limit, both in Divine Soul and body. She had never imagined that the act between a man and a woman could be more exhausting than a life-or-death battle with a Cultivator of the same stage.

Lin Feng looked down at her pleading expression, a mix of amusement and a hint of embarrassment rising in his heart.

“Did I go a bit too far? To torment a proud Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator into such a state.”

He cleared his throat, sat up from the stone bed, and casually took out a clean robe to put on.

Wen Qing, seeing him finally stop, felt as if she had received a great pardon and let out a long sigh of relief. Then, a touch of disappointment flickered as she watched his back while he dressed.

“Get up,” Lin Feng’s voice returned to its usual calm. “Didn't you want this Seat to guide you in your Sword Dao? Today, I shall impart a few techniques to you.”

Upon hearing this, an astonishing light instantly burst forth from Wen Qing's weary eyes. She struggled to get up, but her entire body was so sore that she couldn't muster an ounce of strength. She managed to prop herself up halfway before collapsing back down weakly.

Lin Feng turned his head, looking at her disheveled and eager appearance, and couldn't help but shake his head. He walked over, reached out, and helped her up from the cold stone bed, channeling a stream of pure Spiritual Qi into her body to dispel some of her fatigue.

Wen Qing's pretty face flushed. She allowed him to drape an outer garment over her, then sat down cross-legged, her expression focused, as if the person who had just been lost in desire wasn't her.

Seeing her like this, Lin Feng felt a touch more admiration. He extended a finger and lightly traced it through the air.

In an instant, Sword Qi surged throughout the simple stone cave!

Countless profound Sword Intent trajectories appeared out of thin air. Some were overwhelmingly domineering, as if they could split heaven and earth; some were light and ethereal, like a hanging horn of an antelope, leaving no trace; others were sinister and treacherous, directly targeting the Divine Soul Origin.

Wen Qing's eyes widened, and she became completely entranced.

Each of these Sword Dao principles far surpassed everything she had learned in her lifetime, as if they had opened a door to a whole new world for her.

Lin Feng did not hold back, breaking down and meticulously explaining the essence of several top-tier Sword Arts he had exchanged from the System.

Wen Qing was indeed a Sword Dao prodigy. Often, Lin Feng only needed to speak the beginning, and she would grasp the rest, the light of understanding in her eyes growing brighter and brighter.

Half a day passed in the blink of an eye.

When Lin Feng withdrew his finger, the Sword Intent phenomenon in the Immortal Cave also dissipated.

“That will be all for today. The rest requires you to comprehend it diligently yourself,” Lin Feng said indifferently.

Wen Qing awoke from her deep state of enlightenment. The look in her eyes as she gazed at Lin Feng had completely changed. If before it was fear and submission, now it was fervent adoration and worship from the bottom of her heart.

She slid off the stone bed without hesitation and solemnly knelt on the ground, performing a full prostration to Lin Feng.

“Thank you, Master, for bestowing this Dharma! For such a profound act of recreation, Wen Qing… Wen Qing has no way to repay you…” Her voice held a barely perceptible tremble, a mix of excitement and gratitude.

“That's enough,” Lin Feng waved his hand and turned to walk out of the cave. “Cultivate well, and do not tarnish this Seat's reputation.”

As his words fell, his figure vanished from the Immortal Cave, leaving Wen Qing alone, kneeling on the ground for a long time, feeling the vast Sword Dao insights in her mind, filled with unprecedented drive and hope… Lin Feng's consciousness returned to his main body. Standing in the deserted mountain valley of Falling Cloud Sect, he felt refreshed.

“Nangong Wan and Phoenix Dance aren't here, and Madam Wen is also appeased. Next… where should I go?”

He was momentarily aimless, so he had a thought and took a step.

The surrounding scenery instantly blurred. The next moment, a salty sea breeze hit him, and the sound of waves reached his ears.

Chaotic Star Sea.

His Divine Sense, like an invisible tide, silently covered the entire Inner Sea.

The Inner Sea had long since changed. The large and small islands that were once autonomous now flew the Star Palace banner. Countless Cultivators moved to and fro, orderly and bustling with a thriving scene.

“Heh heh, that girl Jade Spirit really has the demeanor of a queen.”

A smile played on Lin Feng's lips.

His Divine Sense continued to extend, quickly locking onto a sea area at the border between the Inner Sea and the Demonic Path. There, battle cries shook the heavens, and countless Spiritual Light Magic Treasures clashed in the air, clearly indicating a large-scale war was underway.

The Star Palace army, led by several Nascent Soul cultivators, was breaking through the Demonic Path's last stronghold like a hot knife through butter.

Lin Feng's gaze swept across the battlefield and quickly spotted a familiar figure.

Ling Yuling, clad in silver battle armor, floated high in the sky, her cold, beautiful face filled with killing intent. She formed hand seals, controlling two massive golden humanoid Puppets that exuded the terrifying aura of the Late Nascent Soul Stage.

And under the frantic pursuit of those two Puppets, a disheveled, pathetic figure was fleeing for his life.

That person was none other than the once arrogant Demonic Path magnate, Six Paths Paragon.

At this moment, Six Paths Paragon's robes were tattered, blood stained his lips, and he no longer possessed any of the Paragon's former prestige. He was forced to parry left and right by the golden light beams fired by the two Puppets, narrowly avoiding direct hits multiple times, barely preserving his life with an endless stream of Demonic Path secret arts.

“Hahahahaha!”

Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh out loud at this scene.

“How the tables have turned. That old Devil Head was so imposing back then, who would have thought he'd have a day like this.”

He looked at Ling Yuling, who was strategizing and commanding with confidence, and his heart was filled with relief. His Dao Companions were all growing up, no longer needing him to constantly protect them.

Since the Inner Sea was no longer in danger, Lin Feng saw no need to reveal himself and interfere.

He withdrew his Divine Sense and cast his gaze towards a more distant, profound horizon.

“The Inner Sea is settled. It's time to explore the Outer Sea.”

With that thought, he took another step, and his figure completely vanished from above the Inner Sea… Lin Feng's figure stepped out of the Void Realm, beneath him an endless azure.

Unlike the orderly prosperity of the Inner Sea, the Outer Sea exuded a primal and wild aura. The air was thick with the smell of brine, and powerful, undisguised Demonic Qi rose from the deep seabed, stirring the winds and clouds in the sky.

His Divine Sense, like an invisible net, instantly spread across tens of thousands of miles of sea.

“Hmm? Interesting.”

He quickly discovered that within this Yao Beast-infested sea, human Cultivator strongholds were scattered like stars. These strongholds were like reefs in turbulent waves; though tiny, they stood resiliently, each island flying a flag emblazoned with a peculiar musical note.

It was the Myriad Sound Sect.

It seemed Purple Spirit had indeed developed the Sect well over the years, even extending its reach to such perilous places.

However, his purpose for this trip was not to inspect his own assets, but for a person.

“Azure Spirit Sect… Gongsun Xing…”

A blurry silhouette appeared in Lin Feng's mind. He vaguely remembered that this poor girl seemed to be in some corner of the Outer Sea.

Too lazy to search painstakingly himself, he had a thought and locked onto the Myriad Sound Sect stronghold with the densest Spiritual Qi nearby. Taking a step, his figure vanished from its original spot… On a small island enveloped by layers of Formations, deep within an elegant Immortal Cave, mist billowed.

In a warm jade-lined bath, a slender female Cultivator was resting with her eyes closed, enjoying the nourishment the spiritual spring provided to her body. Her dark, wet hair cascaded like seaweed over her fair shoulders. Above the water, only her delicate collarbones and a section of her long, pale jade neck were visible. Her exquisite body beneath the water was faintly discernible, full of hazy allure.

Just as she was at her most relaxed and comfortable, the space in front of her rippled without warning.

A tall, slender figure appeared out of thin air before her.

“Ah—!”

A piercing shriek instantly shattered the tranquility of the Immortal Cave.

The female Cultivator, like a startled rabbit, abruptly shrank to the corner of the bath, her hands instinctively covering her chest. Her beautiful eyes, wide with shock and anger, glared at the unfamiliar man who had suddenly intruded.

Lin Feng touched his nose, a hint of awkwardness flashing across his face.

He had only sensed that the Spiritual Qi was densest here, assuming it was the cultivation chamber of the person in charge of the stronghold. Who would have thought it was a bathroom?

“Fairy, what a coincidence,” He cleared his throat, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.

As he spoke, he flipped his hand and took out a purple-glowing token, tossing it over.

The female Cultivator was about to scold him, but when her gaze fell upon the token, all her anger was instantly doused with cold water, replaced by boundless shock.

The mysterious lotus imprint on the token, and the unique pressure of a Nascent Soul Old Ancestor, she had once seen the Sect Leader display it from afar at a Sect ceremony.

Grand Elder Token! And it was the token of the legendary Elder Qinglian, who was rarely seen!

“You… you are Elder Qinglian!” The female Cultivator's voice trembled. Her almond-shaped eyes, wide and round, stared intently at Lin Feng, as if wanting to engrave his appearance into her heart.

Lin Feng, seeing that she recognized the token, also breathed a sigh of relief, saving him a lot of explanation.

“It's even better if Fairy recognizes me,” He smiled slightly. His handsome appearance, not like a Mortal, gained an ethereal Immortal Qi amidst the rising mist. “Does Fairy know where the Azure Spirit Sect is located?”

The female Cultivator looked at Lin Feng's smile and felt her heart pound. Her cheeks instantly flushed crimson.

Her initial panic and shame had long disappeared, replaced by an almost fanatical adoration and excitement. The man before her was the legendary guardian god of the Myriad Sound Sect, an existence even the Sect Leader had to respectfully bow to!

She bit her full red lips, and an extremely bold thought uncontrollably emerged from the depths of her heart.

She slowly rose from the water, allowing the clear spring water to slide off her exquisite body, using only a thin, wet cloth to barely cover her vital parts. She looked at Lin Feng with seductive, silken eyes, her voice so alluring it could drip water.

“Elder, this humble one can certainly take you there. It's just… I wonder if Elder would be willing to let this humble one… accompany you for a night?”

Lin Feng's eyebrows subtly raised at her words. He looked at the audacious woman before him with interest.

This blatant seduction was quite unexpected.

A mischievous smile played on his lips. His figure flickered, and he appeared before the female Cultivator, scooping her out of the water and holding her tightly in his arms.

“Alright,” His voice, husky and magnetic, whispered into her flushed ear, “I didn't expect the Myriad Sound Sect of the Outer Sea to have such a shameless hussy like you. Since that's the case, this Elder shall… give you a good 'punishment'!”

Before his words finished, he carried the gasping, delicate body in his arms and strode into the adjacent bedroom… A long time later, Lin Feng sat up from the bed, feeling somewhat uninspired.

He glanced at the female Cultivator beside him, who had long since fainted, her delicate body covered in intimate marks, and couldn't help but shake his head.

“Wildflowers just don't smell as good as home flowers!”

An ordinary Foundation Establishment Stage female Cultivator could hardly withstand such torment from him. She had fallen apart after only a few rounds. This kind of unchallenged conquest truly failed to pique his interest much.

He casually flicked a Medicinal Pill into the female Cultivator's mouth to help her recover her Origin Qi.

Only after doing all this did he slowly put on his robes.

A moment later, the female Cultivator slowly woke up. When she saw the refreshed Lin Feng beside her, her eyes instantly filled with fear. She no longer dared to harbor any seductive thoughts, struggling to get up and respectfully retrieving a clean Dharma robe to put on. Her obedient demeanor was completely different from before.

“Elder, that empty island ahead is the original location of the Azure Spirit Sect.”

High in the sky, the female Cultivator pointed to a desolate, lifeless Barren Island below, her voice tinged with apprehension.

Lin Feng's Divine Sense had already swept over it. The area below was indeed empty, with only some ruined walls and a faint scent of blood, indicating that a fierce battle had once taken place here.

“Huh? A few days ago, there were still many Cultivators active here,” The female Cultivator was also somewhat bewildered at the sight.

Lin Feng's heart stirred. “It seems I arrived a step too late. Was the Sect destroyed prematurely? I wonder if Gongsun Xing managed to escape.”