She was as beautiful as a rose and as soft as a blade of grass. She rested her head on Feiyun's shoulder and softly said: "Very well, I'll take care of you.
I'll go back to Supreme Beauty and pack my things before leaving the capital. I'll wait for you at Ironmountain outside of the capital, then we'll leave the dynasty together.
I'll go wherever you go. "
These were her words from the bottom of her heart. However, there was one thing she didn't say: 'But I have to wait until I gather all five divine garments.'
Feng Feiyun stared at her apricot-like eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered and felt the glimmer of purity in her eyes. Feng Feiyun thought: 'Looks like she doesn't want to leave the capital. What does she want?'
Her personality was unfathomable. In front of Feng Feiyun, she was like an infatuated woman. Alas, she had a cruel and ruthless side. Her hands were stained with blood and had offended many people. Experts from the great sects and prodigies had died in her hands as well.
"Sooner or later, these people will make a move on her. Only by becoming stronger can I protect her from harm."
Feng Feiyun suddenly recalled Jingyue's words.
Feng Feiyun's lips twitched but he didn't ask in the end. "So what if she took the Nine Doves Gown?
I have the vessel so the demonic blood doesn't pose much of a threat to me. It's fine for my future wife to take care of my mother's belongings. "
Feng Feiyun was trying to convince himself not to care about this matter or even ask about it.
She had left. Feng Feiyun sat alone on a chair with a spirit core in his hand. He needed every second to reach the fourth level of Heaven's Mandate within half a month.
The Grand Chancellor's mansion was the most luxurious place in the capital outside of the imperial palace. It was also the residence of one of the four great clans, the Beiming Clan.
The Beiming Clan had an ancient heritage with more than ten thousand years of history, comparable to the royal clan.
More than six thousand years ago, there were no dynasties or countries in this land. There were only immortal sects, prosperous immortal cultivation families, and mysterious and unfathomable paradises. At that time, the imperial Long family's power was on par with the Four Great Clans. They produced a peerless genius who raised the flag to suppress all the immortal sects in the world.
He was one of the most legendary characters in the Jin Dynasty, the first Jin Emperor.
At that time, those who followed the first emperor to conquer the immortal sects were the eighteen marquises' ancestors and the Beiming Clan's ancestor.
It could be said that the Long Clan's support was inseparable from the Beiming Clan's ability to suppress all sects and seize the world.
Beiming Moshou was sitting in a luxurious palace while reading an iron scroll. Next to him was a jade table with a lamp lit up. The lamp's oil was refined from the bone oil of a seven-hundred-year orchid lion beast. After burning, it carried a faint fragrance. The smoke circled around the room.
Long Shenya and Beiming Potian stood up respectfully. They were the top prodigies of the younger generation, ranked seventh and fourth on the upper list.
Shenya might be the crown prince, but he was also Moshou's grandson.
The main reason why he could become the crown prince was because of Moshou's support.
"There are less than ten days left until the groom selection for Princess Luofu. How confident are you?"
Moshou put down the iron scroll and stared at Potian with his old and sunken eyes.
"Ten."
Potian exuded an oppressive aura with a frosty glint. Thirty-six beasts came out of his body and roared.
Potian's aura was unstoppable, causing Shenya's expression to change. He had actually reached such a level, this power was enough to destroy the world. Who in the younger generation could be his match?
"Fifth-level Heaven's Mandate, he's actually at the fifth level. Good, this level of confidence is enough to defeat anyone in the younger generation." Moshou praised.
Potian stood proudly and said: "In the younger generation, only Li Xiaonan and Prince Hongye can fight against me. Princess Luofu has skin of ice and bones of jade, as beautiful as a goddess. In terms of talents, she is no less than me. In terms of status, no one can compare to you as the royal daughter.
There are many beauties in the current generation, but none can compare to her. I must take her as my wife. "
He exuded an undefeatable aura.
Moshou nodded and smiled: "If you can marry Princess Luofu, not only will you have a peerless beauty, but you'll also be able to add more chips to our clan."
Shenya smiled: "Cousin, if you can marry Luofu, then you'll be able to subdue her completely. Let's see if she still has the strength to compete against me for the throne."
Moshou's eyes were calm and wise: "Potian has reached the fifth level and can become a true overlord among the younger generation. Not many prodigies can compete against you.
Li Xiaonan is the most unfathomable but he's attached to Jingyue from the Yin Gou so he won't participate.
Second is Prince Hongye, I heard he only used thirty-two moves to defeat Yan Ziyu. Potian, what do you think of his cultivation? "
Potian's expression became serious: "Prince Hongye didn't go all out against Yan Ziyu. This guy is definitely at the fifth level, it's hard to say who will win."
"Even Feng Feiyun could push him back with one strike, is he really that strong?" Shenya was a bit skeptical.
Potian replied: "Feng Feiyun wouldn't be a match for Prince Hongye if he didn't use the King's Order. Even if he did, Prince Hongye must have a treasure to counter it. He can't really lose to Feng Feiyun.
But … "
"But what?" Shenya asked.
"But Feng Feiyun's speed is too fast, comparable to a Giant. Maybe some in the younger generation can beat him, but no one can kill him." Potian said.
Moshou said: "We can't let Feng Feiyun grow any further. He's only at the third level and is already this frightening. If he gets stronger, he'll become a great enemy."
Potian said: "I don't care about killing. I'm going to cultivate and take Princess Luofu as my wife."
Moshou smiled and nodded: "Go to the Alchemy Pavilion and get a peak third-ranked pill, the Divine Wind Pill, to solidify your cultivation."
"Thank you, Clan Lord." Potian turned into a shadow and disappeared from the palace.
The bright lights in the palace flickered.
Only Moshou and Shenya were inside, creating a strange scene. The two of them were communicating telepathically. No one knew what they were talking about.
"Thank you for your advice, Clan Lord. I'll do it right away. Feng Feiyun won't live for more than ten days." Shenya tidied up his robe and left with a nasty smile on his face.
There was an undercurrent in the Divine Capital. Many people with powerful cultivations sensed an unusual aura.
Perhaps the world was about to change.
The Divine King's mansion.
At noon, Feng Feiyun finally saw Ningshuai and asked: "How did it go?
Did you get it? "
Ningshuai's body was scorched black with smoke coming out of his head. His hair was standing on end with sparks coming out of his mouth. His clothes were almost burnt to ashes. He was on his last breath.
"I … I already had it, but someone found it …" Ningshuai's hands were trembling non-stop. Two black front teeth fell to the ground as he spoke.
"Someone from the Grand Tutor's mansion?" Feng Feiyun shot out a light to help him heal.
Ningshuai's wounds began to heal. His internal organs regained their vitality as he shook his head: "It was Honglian."
"Xie Honglian?" Feng Feiyun was surprised.
Ningshuai's eyes became hazy and looked like he was about to cry. He nodded his head.
"F * ck, this is too cruel. No matter what, you are still her fiancé. She is beating you to death!
Could it be … "Feng Feiyun pitifully helped him up and comforted him:" Women are like clothes, and brothers are like hands and feet. Brother, don't take it too seriously. "
Ningshuai cried out: "So you also think that she has another man. She must be trying to kill her fiance and elope with him."
Feng Feiyun was taken aback: "Miss Honglian isn't that kind of woman. I just wanted to say … could it be that she stole the two spirit medicines I wanted?"
Feng Feiyun couldn't be bothered to care about his personal matters. Spirit medicines were the most important.
"I didn't!" Ningshuai acted as if nothing had happened. Not even a single tear remained in his eyes.
"Then why are you crying?" Feng Feiyun had the urge to beat him up.
"You were beaten half to death by your fiance, don't you feel wronged and hurt?
Crying is also a man's way of complaining about this unfair era, a silent protest against the dissatisfaction in my heart. "Ningshuai spoke with conviction.
"Don't judge others by your own standards. Give me the Dragon Knotweed and the Wildflower. After I refine the Heavenly Core Pill, I'll give you a share." Feng Feiyun said.
Ningshuai took out a six-thousand-year-old White Jade Spirit Flower. It was as big as a washbasin and sparkled with a total of eighty-one petals. Inside were drops of divine dew that were as resplendent as the stars.
"This isn't a Wildflower, it's a Water Dragon Flower. Such a big one, I'm afraid it's been growing for five or six thousand years. It's priceless, you won't be able to find a second one in the Jin Dynasty."
This flower was rare but it wasn't a catalyst for the Heavenly Core Pill so Feng Feiyun wasn't interested.
However, Feng Feiyun was curious. Where did Ningshuai get such a precious flower?
"It's not this one!
Could it be this one? "
Ningshuai took out another crimson flower. It was only the size of a fist but it was engulfed in flames. The shape of the flame resembled a small snake, full of spirituality.
Feng Feiyun shook his head: "This is a Crimsonfire Herb, it actually has a flower bud. It must be at least three thousand years old, a great treasure for fire cultivation."
"Wrong again."
Ningshuai continued to search.