Originally, Ling Weifeng thought the bright maiden had completely vanished from his life, that he would never see her again.
But life is always full of surprises!
The bright maiden of yesteryear suddenly reappeared before him in a way Ling Weifeng had never expected.
Looking at the "Fairy Lán Fāng" before him, Ling Weifeng was filled with emotion and excitement. He couldn't help but call out the name that had haunted his dreams.
"Ā Lán!"
Hearing this address, laden with infinite affection and longing, Fairy Lán Fāng could hold back no longer.
Large, crystal tears, like pearls from a broken string, dripped one by one from her beautiful eyes.
"Brother Ling!"
Fairy Lán Fāng leaped forward and threw herself into Ling Weifeng's arms.
Ling Weifeng opened his arms and held Fairy Lán Fāng tightly.
When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they are more splendid than countless earthly encounters!
This scene moved everyone around to tears.
Especially "Holy Son Kōng Xū".
He sighed.
"I knew Brother Ling was charismatic, but I admit I miscalculated. I never imagined Brother Ling's charm was this great!"
Seeing this, "Sword Immortal Yú Huà" was furious.
His painstakingly cultivated prize cabbage was about to be taken by a pig – how could he bear it?
"Stop!"
Sword Immortal Yú Huà roared.
The wrath of an Ancestor of Nascent Soul realm was not to be trifled with!
A terrifyingly domineering aura swept through the area.
Ling Weifeng and Fairy Lán Fāng could not resist. They were about to be crushed to their knees by the ferocious aura.
At this critical juncture, an unexpected event occurred!
Clang!
A sword's hum like a dragon's roar sounded!
A "green sword rainbow" descended from the sky, landing before Ling Weifeng and Fairy Lán Fāng, firmly shielding them.
Jiaozi Flying Sword, Jiaozi Sword Technique, Jiaozi Sword Intent!
Yu Jiao!
Sword Immortal Yú Huà's face darkened, and he glared angrily at Yu Jiao, who was blocking him.
"What do you want?"
Yu Jiao's slightly effeminate face bore a cold smile. He paid no mind to Sword Immortal Yú Huà's anger and threat, and said indifferently.
"Yú Huà, I simply cannot stand your meddling ways. Ling Weifeng and Fairy Lán Fāng, this young couple, I, Yu Jiao, will protect them. Let's see who dares to touch them!"
"You..."
Sword Immortal Yú Huà's anger churned, his three souls and seven spirits boiling.
He was about to explode, truly about to explode!
Everything was going wrong today, and everyone dared to defy him. He was furious!
Sword Immortal Yú Huà's brow twitched, and the terrifying aura of "Divine Sense Power" erupted.
He stared coldly at Yu Jiao, threateningly.
"Get lost. This has nothing to do with you. Don't force me to act against you!"
The most powerful signature ability of an Ancestor of Nascent Soul realm: "Divine Sense Power".
"Divine Sense Power" was incredibly potent, with explosive damage!
Below the Nascent Soul realm, cultivators who had not yet condensed their own "Divine Sense Power" were utterly defenseless against the "Divine Sense Power" wielded by an Ancestor of Nascent Soul realm.
Instant kill!
An Ancestor of Nascent Soul realm, by activating "Divine Sense Power," could easily kill an "ordinary cultivator" with a single thought.
Without reaching the Nascent Soul realm and without generating "Divine Sense Power," an Ancestor of Nascent Soul realm had an insurmountable suppression over "ordinary cultivators."
Now, Sword Immortal Yú Huà was truly enraged to the extreme. He activated his "Divine Sense Power" to threaten Yu Jiao.
Everyone expected Yu Jiao to wisely back down.
A wise man knows when to retreat!
To everyone's surprise, Yu Jiao remained unchanged, his slightly effeminate face wearing a cold sneer, indifferent to all.
He paid no heed to Sword Immortal Yú Huà's threat and said coldly.
"Yú Huà, after all these years, you're still as conceited and annoying as ever! You think the Divine Sense Power of the Nascent Soul realm makes you invincible and allows you to do as you please? Heh, I'm not afraid!"
"These past few years, I've traveled extensively and had countless encounters. Once, I accidentally fell into the cultivation cave of an ancient mighty being and found a Divine Sense Pill..."
"I consumed the Divine Sense Pill, and now I have condensed a thread of Divine Sense Power within me. Although I cannot wield this Divine Sense Power to kill enemies, it's enough for self-preservation!"
"Yú Huà, you want to instantly kill me with Divine Sense Power? Impossible!"
...
Sword Immortal Yú Huà never dreamed that Yu Jiao would obtain the incredibly rare "Divine Sense Pill." This meant he truly couldn't threaten Yu Jiao.
The two masters were in a stalemate.
Meanwhile, "Holy Son Ní Hóng" had also figured things out.
Why should I panic!
So what if my disguise is revealed!
I was destined to be the "Co-Lord of the Three Immortals" anyway. Sooner or later, everyone would know my ambition. Since I can't keep it a secret, I'll act directly!
Holy Son Ní Hóng's eyes shot out sharp divine light. He lowered his head and commanded "Wáng Jiǔjiǔ".
"Let's go. We'll challenge Fangzhang Sword Sect first and take them down!"
The situation at Penglai Sword Sect was complicated. Holy Son Ní Hóng decided to stick to his original plan and secure Fangzhang Sword Sect first.
But before his words had even finished, an "unexpected turn of events," which he never could have imagined, occurred.
Wáng Jiǔjiǔ sneered, his eyes flashing with undisguised coldness and contempt.
"Ní Hóng, even now you still want to use me? Dream on!"
Holy Son Ní Hóng
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Ai, ai, ai, what a shock!
He had no idea what was going on!
"Wáng Jiǔjiǔ, what do you mean?"
Wáng Jiǔjiǔ sneered repeatedly. He didn't answer Holy Son Ní Hóng, but suddenly raised his voice and shouted to the crowd.
"Fellow Daoists of the Three Immortal Sword Sects, today I must speak out and report the traitor Ní Hóng!"
Holy hell!
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Everyone was dumbfounded!
What kind of drama was this?
Wasn't Wáng Jiǔjiǔ the "reinforcement elder" invited by Holy Son Ní Hóng? Why was he clashing with Holy Son Ní Hóng? What, a dog fight?
As Wáng Jiǔjiǔ spoke, he subtly glanced at "Fairy Wǔ Kōng".
At this moment, Fairy Wǔ Kōng, as the "Holy Maiden Candidate of Yingzhou Sword Sect," was seated elegantly on the high platform. Unseen by others, she discreetly winked at Wáng Jiǔjiǔ.
Wáng Jiǔjiǔ's soul nearly flew away.
In that instant, Wáng Jiǔjiǔ felt filled with power.
His eyes suddenly became incredibly sharp, brimming with "battle intent."
"Ní Hóng, go to hell! After you die, Fairy Wǔ Kōng will be mine, and Yingzhou Sword Sect will be mine too, wahahaha..."
Imagining a bright future, Wáng Jiǔjiǔ felt like he was about to fly.
He proclaimed loudly.
"This wretch Ní Hóng is a villain! To achieve his ambition of becoming the Co-Lord of the Three Immortals, he actually murdered his own younger brother, Holy Son Dōng Bā!"