Chapter 41 The Charming and Destitute Young Master in the Immortal Cultivation Novels 18

The girl lowered her head, and there was a coldness in her dark jade eyes.

She lowered her eyes and brows, the death of the original owner's father was not an accident.

Nan Qiao closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, pain filled her bright eyes again.

“…So, Qiao Qiao, Penglai Pavilion is not a safe place now. The evil deeds done by Yin Nantian will soon be exposed. If he becomes desperate, he will do something…” Yan Ning did not finish his words, but they all knew what was left unsaid. If Yin Nantian becomes desperate, the first person he will attack will definitely be Nan Qiao.

The person in his arms didn't make a sound. Yan Ning couldn't help but look down. The girl's face became even paler, and her eyes were filled with pain, which made Yan Ning's heart ache.

"Be good, if you want to go back, I'll take you. I won't let you fall into danger." Yan Ning compromised, hugging the person in his arms tighter. His cultivation was among the best in the world of cultivation, so protecting the person in his arms was not difficult.

"Yin Tian colluded with the demons and harmed monks. This is a heinous crime that deserves death by everyone. When the time comes, someone will avenge your father's murder on your behalf." The last two sentences were spoken very softly, as if whispered in a lover's ear.

Nan Qiao raised her head and stared blankly at Yan Ning's handsome profile. Although it was daytime, the lights were still on in the room. The flickering light shone on his face, making it impossible to see his expression. Only a soft voice came from above.

"If Qiao Qiao wants to take revenge personally, that's fine. Then, I will capture the man myself, destroy his cultivation, and let Qiao Qiao kill him with my own hands, okay?" His soft voice was filled with doting, as if in his eyes, Yin Tian's life was worthless.

He looked at the sky outside the window. It was almost noon and it was time for the girl to have lunch.

He looked down at the bright wedding dress on the girl in his arms, his eyes a little cold. In fact, the girl was so beautiful that she would look beautiful in anything she wore. But when he thought that the wedding dress belonged to the Demon Lord, he found it extremely annoying.

"Change your wedding dress first." Yan Ning took out a pink and blue dress from the space and placed it on the table beside her.

Nan Qiao also didn't like the wedding dress she was wearing. She glanced at the pink and blue dress next to her, which was her favorite style.

After Nan Qiao changed her dress, spiritual food was already placed on the table, and Yan Ning put some vegetables into her bowl.

"I can't go back to Penglai Pavilion, but I don't want to go to the Sword Sect either." Nan Qiao bit the chopsticks in his hand and spoke in a stammering voice.

She had finally gotten out of the Sword Sect, so naturally she didn't want to go back.

"Then where does Qiao Qiao want to go?" A smile flashed across Yan Ning's eyes, and he asked calmly.

"I don't know either." Nan Qiao was a little distressed. She had been weak since she was a child, had stayed in Penglai Pavilion all year round, and had a delicate personality, so she had almost no friends around her.

"In that case, why don't you come back with me first?" He poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip leisurely, and said casually.

Nan Qiao was just putting a piece of spirit beast meat into her mouth when she heard his words. She looked up at the man in white sitting across from her and twitched the fingers holding the jade chopsticks.

"No thanks." Her eyes flashed, she pulled the corners of her lips, smiled very unnaturally, and then lowered her head to eat.

The white-robed monk didn't seem to care after being rejected. He smiled and drank tea leisurely, and occasionally picked up some food for the girl.

The girl who had been secretly watching her felt relieved when she saw that she was not angry. She was not an ungrateful person, but everything that had happened in the past two months had made her dare not easily entrust her trust to others.

Yan Ning naturally noticed the girl's demeanor. Looking at the girl who lowered her head and ate seriously, his eyes were full of doting. He was well aware of the girl's concerns.

Even though his inner possessiveness made him want to bring the girl back to his own territory, the two previous experiences made him dare not act rashly, and he suppressed the terrible possessive desire in his heart.

Confinement and coercion will not win the heart of a girl. Yan Ning can only keep reminding himself, take it slow, she is already by your side.

He believed that as long as she stayed by his side, there would always be a day when she would willingly throw herself into his arms.

"Qiao Qiao, many cultivators in the cultivation world are looking for you now."

"Well, looking for me? Why are you looking for me?" Nan Qiao picked up a piece of bamboo shoots and put it into his mouth. It was fresh and delicious, and he asked with a little curiosity.

Why?

Yan Ning turned the teacup in his hand, and his deep eyes slowly fixed on the girl's face. She had taken off her rouge, hairpins and rings, and her face without makeup was absolutely gorgeous and charming, a beauty that no one could resist.

"Your experience in the secret realm that day was recorded by someone using a photo stone. Now, it has probably spread throughout the entire cultivation world." Yan Ning said lightly. In fact, the video was spread as early as the second day after she was brought to Yuheng Peak.

However, the girl had been trapped in Yuheng Peak and was later abducted by the Demon Lord, so she knew nothing about this.

Nan Qiao was slightly stunned when she heard this, and after a while, panic began to emerge in her eyes. She was not completely indifferent. Everything that had happened during this period of time, being trapped, imprisoned, and kidnapped, all originated from the shattering of the illusion mirror, revealing her true appearance.

If her appearance spread throughout the entire cultivation world, what kind of fate would I, who have no one to rely on and whose cultivation level is low, face in the cultivation world?

Nan Qiao didn't dare to think any further. The hand holding the jade chopsticks trembled slightly, and her originally bright red lips turned a little pale.

Yan Ning stared at the girl's delicate and pitiful posture frightened by his words, with a dark look in his eyes. He slowly stood up, hugged the frightened girl in his arms, buried her furry head in the crook of his neck, took a deep breath, and the girl's sweet scent rushed into his nose.

He whispered softly, leaning close to her rosy ears, as intimate as a lover.

"So, Qiao Qiao, now, you're not safe anywhere you go." He gently sucked her earlobe, his voice no longer clear, but hoarse and lingering, "If you don't want to meet the Sword Sect, then follow me back to Fu Yu."

Fu Yu Mountain is a sacred mountain for the cultivation world and is also the location of Yan Ning Cave Mansion. Outsiders rarely set foot there.

He hoped to bring the girl back to his own territory, hoped that she could wear the gorgeous clothes and jewelry he prepared for her, enjoy the spiritual food and spiritual springs he prepared for her, and hoped that the girl would be filled with his scent.

Nan Qiao was stunned as she was held in the man's arms. The man's low and hoarse voice sounded in her ears. Her thick eyelashes trembled for a long time. She stretched out her slender arms tremblingly and hugged the man's slender neck.

A smile slowly appeared at the corner of Yan Ning's lips, concealing the gloom in his eyes, and his smile returned to its original warm and elegant state.

…

The magic whip missed, and Lou Mujun's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He condensed magic power in his right hand and turned to attack the black-clad swordsman behind him.

Rong Yin held the spiritual sword in his hand and held it upright to block the opponent's palm. Then, the spiritual power in his body surged and he swung it, shaking away the red-clothed demon king in front of him.

Lou Mujun was shocked by the huge spiritual power and retreated straight back. He stopped and a little blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. He raised his head and looked at Rong Yin, whose spiritual power was also surging and whose face was pale. He chuckled and said:

"Immortal Venerable, if you want to take the Demon Queen away from me today, I'm afraid it won't be easy."

Rong Yin held his breath. The excessive consumption of spiritual energy made his lips pale. He tried hard to transfer the spiritual energy in his body to resist the pervasive demonic energy in the demon world.

Hearing the somewhat arrogant voice coming from the opposite side, Rong Yin lowered his head, with a hint of deep meaning in his eyes. He had received the message from his friend and knew in his heart that his friend had already brought the person out of the demon world.

Thick spiritual energy surged out from the Danfu, washing over his limbs and bones, forcing the demonic energy in his body to overflow.

Rong Yin raised his head and looked at the opposite side again with cold and murderous eyes. The next moment, the magic sword in his hand went towards Lou Mujun's face again.

He was not emotional, and he still hadn't figured out the itchiness he felt when he first saw the girl. But whoever dared to take the girl away from him would have to pay the price!

…

Mount Fuyu, also known as Tianmu, is located 500 miles east of the Xiujie realm. It is a fairy mountain as bright as Penglai. The mountains are clear and the water is beautiful, and spiritual trees grow luxuriantly. The canopy of the trees is famous throughout the nine provinces.

There are trees forming forests, beasts forming herds, and innate spiritual treasures being seen everywhere. It can be said to be a rare spiritual place in the world of cultivation.

Such a holy land of spiritual energy is also a treasure land coveted by many powerful people in the cultivation world. It’s a pity that as early as ten thousand years ago, the ancestors of the Yan family had already taken over this place and it became the Yan family’s land.

The ancient formation surrounded the entire mountain range, and no one allowed by the Wuyan clan was allowed to enter, effectively keeping all the coveters outside the barrier.

Possessing a treasure, one naturally needs the ability to protect it from being stolen. Even though the Yan family's direct descendants have dwindled, they have consistently produced geniuses. Even the current sole direct descendant, Yan Ning, is a rare genius, thwarting the covetousness of most powerful individuals. The Yan family has also managed to survive uninterrupted within Fuyu Mountain for millennia.

The place where the Yan family lived was different from that of the Sword Sect. Perhaps because of the clan, the residence of the Yan family was completely different from that of the Sword Sect.

Pavilions, towers, rockery and flowing water, a small courtyard with corridors, gray tiles and bluestone. If it weren't built in the most spiritual area of Fuyu Mountain, at first glance, others might mistake it for the residence of some mortal clan.

Although the Yan family are all cultivators, their lifestyle is different from that of other cultivators. Like ordinary people, they like to wear fancy clothes, eat delicious food, and drink the best spiritual wine.

"Miss, take a rest first. You have been practicing for the whole morning." The spiritual servant placed the spiritual dew and cut spiritual fruits on the stone table, but did not dare to look around and said respectfully.

Not far from the stone table, a bright young girl in a green dress with narrow sleeves was waving a long sword in her hand. She moved it horizontally, pressed it down, pointed it, chopped it, and stabbed it with great skill.

Nan Qiao's smooth forehead was covered with sweat. She ignored the spirit servant beside her and continued to wave the sword in her hand.

Horizontal, pressing, pointing, chopping, stabbing... After swinging for a long time, her arms have begun to feel sore. Nan Qiao bit her lower lip with her teeth, her eyes were slightly red, and the sweat on her forehead had slid down to her neck.

Time passed by little by little, and at some point, the spirit servant beside the stone table had quietly retreated. A handsome man in gorgeous clothes stood beside her, looking at the girl who was practicing sword moves with a faint look in his eyes.