270: Two Beauties on the Prairie

Lin Yinping, in Lin Feng's embrace, felt the terrifying pressure emanating from the sound array, and her delicate body tensed uncontrollably.

She had long heard of the Myriad Laws Slaughtering Deity Formation, which was the Mulan Tribe's Legacy Formation, passed down for tens of thousands of years.

Once activated, the musical notes within the Formation would transform into thousands of divine weapons, capable of directly annihilating a Cultivator's Primordial Spirit, making it incredibly insidious.

The three Mulan Elders, seeing the Formation complete, immediately revealed cruel and confident smiles.

"Madman! You have entered our tribe's Slaughtering Deity Formation!" The leading Long-browed Elder's voice was sharp, as if merging with the demonic sound from the Formation.

"Under this Formation, even a Late Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator will have their Divine Soul extinguished! Kneel now, cripple your cultivation, and we may leave you a complete corpse!"

Another Elder's gaze was fixed on Lin Yinping, full of disdain and glee.

"Tienlan Saintess, you have willingly fallen, associating with this scoundrel; today, you shall both turn to dust, ridding our Prairie of a menace!"

Lin Yinping's face turned pale upon hearing this, and she subconsciously clutched Lin Feng's clothes tighter.

A ridiculous hope even arose in her heart, hoping that this man who had just taken her, could once again create a miracle.

"Noisy."

Lin Feng finally frowned impatiently, as if disturbed from a peaceful dream by a few flies.

He didn't even bother to look at the three Mulan Elders who thought victory was in their grasp.

He merely raised his right hand.

That distinctly jointed, slender, and powerful hand, so ordinary, casually waved towards the magnificent sound array in front of him.

There were no fluctuations of spiritual power, no flashes of spiritual light.

It was just like swatting an annoying mosquito.

"Slap!"

A crisp, loud sound, like a slap, suddenly echoed through the heavens and earth.

The next moment, the Myriad Laws Slaughtering Deity Formation, composed of countless musical notes and covering a hundred miles, instantly solidified like a giant bubble being pricked, and then shattered inch by inch!

All the profound musical notes, all the destructive Divine Abilities, under this one slap, turned into the purest nothingness.

"Pfft!"

The three Mulan Elders presiding over the Formation, as if struck by an invisible divine mountain, simultaneously spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood, their good at and cruelty instantly replaced by boundless fear.

They hadn't even had time to let out a cry of alarm.

The aftermath of that slap, transformed into an irresistible gust of wind, violently lashed at their bodies.

The three Nascent Soul Stage Great Cultivators, highly respected in the Prairie, were like three flies casually swatted away, unable to even utter a grunt, they turned into three small black dots, screaming as they were fanned to the edge of the sky, instantly disappearing.

The hundreds of Mulan Tribe Cultivators who had been startled and were rushing out of their yurts to assist in the Formation were also swept by this terrifying aftermath.

They were like fallen leaves caught by the autumn wind, one by one they were flung into mid-air, falling like dumplings in all directions with crashing sounds, screams and the sound of bones breaking filling the air.

In just an instant.

The entire Mulan Tribe Holy Land, except for the Heavenly Sound Platform in the center, was in ruins.

All was silent.

Lin Feng slowly withdrew his hand, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

He looked down at Lin Yinping, who was completely stunned in his arms, and chuckled softly.

"You see, your proud Prairie is nothing more than this."

Lin Yinping's mouth was agape, her mind blank, completely unable to comprehend what had just happened.

That was the Myriad Laws Slaughtering Deity Formation!

Those were three Nascent Soul Stage Mulan Elders!

They were just... swatted away with one slap?

Just then, on the top floor of the Heavenly Sound Platform, a white figure slowly appeared.

It was a woman, dressed in a simple white long dress, with long hair like a waterfall, a thin veil covering her face, revealing only a pair of eyes like autumn water.

She held an ancient seven-stringed zither in her hands, her posture graceful, her temperament ethereal, like a Fairy who did not partake in worldly affairs.

She was the Music Master of the Mulan Tribe.

She had witnessed everything that happened below, and her eyes, which should have been calm, were now filled with terror and shock.

Her fingers, holding the zither, trembled slightly from fear.

Lin Feng looked up, his gaze meeting hers from afar.

"Come down."

He didn't fly up, merely uttered two words indifferently.

An invisible force instantly enveloped the Music Master on the top floor of the Heavenly Sound Platform.

The Music Master's face changed dramatically; she wanted to resist, wanted to activate her spiritual power, wanted to pluck the zither strings.

But under the suppression of that power, the spiritual power within her body was like a frozen river, not a single trace could be mobilized.

She only felt her body lighten, and she uncontrollably floated down from the nine-story high Heavenly Sound Platform, lightly, landing in front of Lin Feng.

Lin Feng released Lin Yinping from his embrace, and casually pulled the Music Master, who was stiff with fear, into his arms.

The woman's body was soft and cold; through the thin clothing, Lin Feng could clearly feel her heart, pounding wildly from fear.

"You... who exactly are you?"

The Music Master's voice trembled uncontrollably, and her beautiful face beneath the veil must have lost all color.

Lin Feng didn't answer her, only lowered his head and sniffed lightly by her ear.

A unique body fragrance, like a secluded orchid in a valley, entered his nostrils.

"Not bad, a top-grade item."

He nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze to Lin Yinping, who was still in shock.

"Yinping." He called out.

Lin Yinping shivered, and quickly bowed, responding, "Senior, what are your orders?"

Lin Feng pointed to the trembling Music Master in his arms, a playful smile on his face.

"You see, your good sister seems a bit shy."

"You go, help her change into something more comfortable, so it'll be easier for her to perform for me later."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Music Master's delicate body trembled violently, and her eyes instantly filled with endless humiliation and despair.

Even if she was stupid, she understood!

She glanced at Lin Yinping's clearly ill-fitting, barely covering, loose outer robe, and the ambiguous marks faintly visible beneath it, a bone-chilling coldness shot from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

"No... don't!"

She finally broke down, tears soaking the veil on her face, and she pleaded with a choked voice, "Senior, spare my life! Please... let me go..."

And Lin Yinping, beside her, looked even worse.

To make her personally strip the clothes off another Saintess who was as famous as herself?

This was more humiliating than making her strip and dance herself.

This was not only humiliating the Music Master, but also, in the most cruel way, reminding her of her current status!

She was merely a plaything, a tool needed to "prepare" new playthings for her master.

"What?"

Lin Feng's brow twitched slightly, and his voice turned cold.

"Did you not hear my words?"

Lin Yinping's heart constricted violently, the terrifying pressure from the Soul Transformation Cultivator almost suffocating her.

She dared not hesitate any longer, forced a smile uglier than a cry onto her face, and walked to the Music Master.

"Sister Yue... forgive me."

She reached out her trembling hands and untied the silk sash around the Music Master's waist.

"No! Get away! Don't touch me!"

The Music Master struggled frantically, but she was tightly restrained by Lin Feng's power, unable to even move a finger, only able to let that hand move over her body.

"Lin Yin-Yinping... how can you be so lowly! Have you forgotten your identity!" She cried out in despair, trying to awaken the other's dignity.

Lin Yinping's hand suddenly paused, her fingernails almost digging into her flesh.

Lowly?

How could she not want to maintain her pride?

But in the face of such absolute power, what was dignity worth compared to a few demon marrow diamondss?

She closed her eyes, no longer heeding the Music Master's cries and curses, her movements becoming numb and swift.

The plain white dress was removed piece by piece, revealing the delicate skin beneath, maintained like fine mutton-fat jade.

Soon, another peerlessly beautiful Saintess of the Prairie, just like her not long ago, was exposed naked before this man.

Lin Yinping dared not look at the Music Master's hateful gaze; she took out a set of clothes from her Storage Pouch.

It was a black gauze dress, thin as a cicada's wing, with very little fabric, barely covering the most crucial parts; its semi-transparent texture would only add to its allure when worn.

This was the "reward" Lin Feng had casually thrown to her after last night.

Now, she had to personally dress another Saintess in this prison uniform, which symbolized humiliation.

"Put it on, Sister Yue."

Lin Yinping's voice was hoarse, as if she had used all her strength.

"Resistance... is useless."

The Music Master looked at the shameful garment, then at Lin Feng, who stood by with an indifferent expression, and the last flicker of light in her eyes completely extinguished.

Two lines of clear tears silently streamed down her beautiful cheeks.