Fantasy: I Can Randomly Refresh My Realm

Xiao Feng transmigrated and became a rich second-generation master. The original owner didn't cultivate and only knew how to grovel before his junior sister, ultimately dying of frustration.

Chapter 571 Helping You Escape

Within half a day, the wooden doors of the main hall were opened again.

Xiao Feng walked out, looking exhausted, and immediately saw the beauties pressing their way onto him.

"I don't have the strength right now to cleanse you of the evil desires within you."

Seeing that Xiao Feng seemed to have misunderstood her, Ying'er waved her hand repeatedly, saying, "Come with us."

Seeing her mysterious demeanor, Xiao Feng felt little hostility and followed behind her.

After walking through a quiet corridor, I arrived at the door of a room.

Yinger peeked inside to make sure no one was there before opening the door and going inside.

"You brought me here, is there some purpose behind it?"

"The sisters thanked you for cleansing the evil desires from their bodies and voluntarily provided you with an escape route."

When he learned that his sisters were turning a blind eye, he was utterly astonished: "Why would I run away?"

In the Palace of Bliss, his status can be described as second only to the emperor.

With such a position, few people would be willing to leave.

Seeing Xiao Feng's expression, Ying'er secretly walked to his side.

"As far as we sisters know, the Holy Maiden is very likely to take you to the Ming Cult soon."

"Ming Cult?"

In the upper realm, the Ming Cult is not a reputable sect, and joining them offers no benefit whatsoever.

Ying'er felt that her savior should not be treated like this, so she voluntarily chose to move the guards at the door to ensure that he could leave.

Little did they know, Xiao Feng had already made his plans and would never leave this place.

He sat down at the tea table, his expression extremely calm: "It's alright. In a few days, if I want to leave, no one can stop me."

As the evil desires within him gradually dissolved into spiritual power, his strength increased accordingly.

If he could overpower Su Xueqing, even the Palace of Bliss would likely fall under his control.

Moreover, Xiao Feng had never forgotten that he came here only to save Zhao Yuwei.

If you haven't even achieved your goal, what's the point of talking about leaving?

Seeing his confident demeanor, Ying'er knew there was no point in continuing to persuade him, so she agreed: "Then... I'll do as you say."

There wasn't much they could do, and letting Xiao Feng go was their limit.

The spiritual energy surged out from within her body and crashed against Ying'er, but no evil desires were detected within her.

"I'm going to talk to Su Xueqing now."

Seeing that Xiao Feng was about to leave, Ying Er hurriedly stood up, her hesitant expression making Xiao Feng feel a little sorry for her.

"I will not tell anyone what you told me, so please rest assured."

If Su Xueqing knew that these beauties harbored rebellious intentions, she believed that it wouldn't be long before they all perished at her hands.

As I walked through the quiet corridor, I saw the guards in the distance once more.

The guard nodded to Xiao Feng, but did not approach him.

They knew this person was of extremely high status, and if they offended him, their own safety would be threatened.

The entrance to the Palace of Bliss.

Xiao Feng gently knocked on the door, reminding Su Xueqing to come out of her cultivation state.

"Squeak..."

The door opened again, and Su Xueqing looked at Xiao Feng with a puzzled expression as he walked in: "Why did you come back? I didn't send anyone to look for you."

Seeing that the dual cultivation had just ended, she didn't think Xiao Feng still had those thoughts.

Just as he was about to reveal the matter of the Ming Cult, there was a knock on the door behind him.

Looking back, Zhu Chen walked in from the doorway and immediately saw Xiao Feng standing next to Su Xueqing's bed, looking disgusted.

Su Xueqing ignored him and looked at Xiao Feng: "Prepare some luggage these next few days and come with me to the Ming Cult, how about it?"

Although his words were tinged with doubt, he did not believe he had the ability to make decisions.

He gave her a disapproving look and snorted coldly, "Do I have any other choice in the Palace of Bliss?"

Seeing that Xiao Feng understood her situation exceptionally well, Su Xueqing smiled with satisfaction: "I just happen to like your personality."

There are people who outwardly comply but inwardly defy others; she has seen quite a few in the Palace of Bliss.

Those people were all exploited and ultimately abandoned in the mines, left to fend for themselves.

In contrast, Xiao Feng vented his anger, appearing completely helpless.

Since he was no match for her, he had no choice but to agree.

Seeing the two of them talking about love in front of him, Zhu Chen couldn't bear it, so he flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

Even what he wanted to say was put aside, and he couldn't understand why Su Xueqing would value a lowly race from the lower realm.

At the door, the guards exchanged a glance with Zhu Chen as he walked out, and then went into the room.

When they saw Su Xueqing and Xiao Feng standing face to face, they were about to leave.

A gust of wind lashed at their bodies, causing them a sharp pain in their chests.

"Bang..."

Several guards were brutally beaten out of the room and lay on the ground groaning in pain.

Seeing how ruthless Su Xueqing was towards them, Xiao Feng couldn't help but speak up for them: "If you keep using such tricks against them, who will be willing to risk their lives for you in the future?"

"Sell their lives? As long as I can scare them, they'll sell their lives for me."

Turning back means death; only by forging ahead can one survive.

Such methods are the only way to suppress the beauties and guards.

Seeing that his worldview differed from hers, he did not continue to try to persuade her.

He patted the bed beside him, a smile on his face: "Now that you've returned, why don't we cultivate together to improve our strength and I'll take you to the Ming Cult?"

Knowing he couldn't resist, Xiao Feng could only obediently approach.

At the entrance, the guards lay on the ground groaning in pain, their injuries causing them great suffering, and all that remained were their agonizing cries.

"If I weren't less skilled than others, I would never want to live such a beastly life again."

Beside her, Ying'er noticed that they had some reservations about Su Xueqing, so she approached them with a solemn expression.

The guards dared not say anything in front of these beauties, so they endured the pain, stood up, and obediently stayed at the door.

Faced with the choice between life and death, they naturally chose life.

Seeing that the guards had a great deal of opinion about Su Xueqing, Ying'er sighed, "Someone else is going to suffer at the mine."

Inside the room, the sound made Ying'er blush and remain silent.

Many of the beauties couldn't help but blame her for failing to persuade Xiao Feng.

They were clearly their savior, yet they had no right to take him away; they could only watch helplessly as he headed to the Ming Cult.

After the dual cultivation ended, Su Xueqing reached her peak mental state and gathered the spiritual power in her body in one place: "Pack your things as soon as possible and come with me to the Ming Cult."

Xiao Feng responded, "I didn't bring anything with me, you can go directly there."

He was temporarily living in Ying'er's courtyard, and had almost no personal belongings.

Su Xueqing was quite pleased to see that he didn't even have his own belongings: "Come with me."

As the gate opened, the beauties and guards all knelt down, not daring to look Su Xueqing in the eye.

As the scent faded into the distance, the beauty beside her looked at Ying'er and said, "You failed to complete such a simple task? You've really disappointed us."

Yinger, however, had no words to express her suffering, as she knew Xiao Feng's character very well.

No one can persuade him unless he agrees.