Chapter 342: Unable to Show Sympathy

Nantian Palace, sixty-six floors.

On the balcony in front of Ning Daoran's cave, a group of great cultivators gathered together to taste spiritual tea.

"Have you two decided?"

Ning Daoran looked up at the two people in front of him and asked lightly.

"Exactly."

Sui Xuan's eyes were filled with determination as he said, "I have been in the Jindan stage for a hundred years but have yet to advance to the middle stage of the Jindan. If I continue like this, I am afraid that the rest of my life will be wasted. Instead of doing this, I might as well go to the border battlefield and give it a try. Perhaps I can even reach the middle stage of the Jindan."

"Fellow Daoist Sui is absolutely right!"

Huang Yihan smiled and said, "What's more, the border battlefield is very stalemate now. If my Xia country loses on the border, we will no longer be able to enjoy the peace of Kunpeng Immortal City. Huang is going there for himself and also to vent his anger for the Xia country's immortal world. The Sangyu country has come to our doorstep, so how can we not fight back?"

"You two fellow Taoists have great ambitions!"

Ning Daoran nodded and smiled: "In that case, this pot of spiritual tea is for you two to cheer you up. I hope that Huang Daoyou and Sui Daoyou will have a successful battle on the border and gain a lot."

"Thank you!"

Sui Xuan and Huang Yihan raised their glasses and drank at the same time.

At the side, Nangong Rou's eyes were as bright as water, her left hand gently stroked her hair, and she said with a bright smile: "If that's the case, only Daoist Fellow Ning and I will be left here. Without you two Daoists, it might be a lot more lonely, but Daoist Fellow Ning, don't worry, I will accompany you."

She looked at him with a charming look and a smile on her face.

"Hmph~~"

Ning Daoran smiled calmly and said, "Then I would like to thank Fellow Daoist Nangong first."

They smiled awkwardly and said nothing more.

"Fellow Daoist Ning."

Sui Xuan's mouth twitched slightly, and he transmitted his voice: "I don't know if I can come back after this trip. If something happens to me... I hope that Fellow Daoist Ning can take care of my Zhuyue. She is quite talented, a little better than my father. If Ning Daoran likes her, you can marry her as a Taoist partner or take her in as a maid. Anyway... I beg you!"

"What are you talking about, Brother Sui?"

Ning Daoran replied in the same voice transmission: "Fellow Daoist Sui is a great cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Core. The battlefield on the border is mainly composed of cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage. I have something to say and I hope you can listen to it."

"oh?"

Sui Xuan's eyes lit up: "Fellow Daoist, please speak."

"Don't fight for everything on the battlefield. Daoist friends, when you are on the battlefield, you must remember to avoid the strong and attack the weak, and don't chase the desperate enemy. The cultivators of Sangyu Country are cunning, so don't fall into their trap. My suggestion is to kill the lone foundation-building cultivators of the enemy, and use long-range magic weapons to kill them. After killing them, run away and stop when you see the advantage. In this way, you can continuously accumulate military merits, and in the end, Daoist friend Sui will definitely get a lot of benefits."

"good."

Sui Xuan nodded and smiled: "Thank you for what you said, Brother Ning. I will remember it!"

Ning Daoran smiled and continued to sip his tea.

Not long after, Huang Yihan's lips moved slightly, and he transmitted his voice: "Fellow Daoist Ning, be careful of Nangong Rou. This woman is naturally charming and is good at using her beauty to seduce male cultivators. It is said that many cultivators living in Nantian Palace have been deceived by her before. At the very least, they were deceived by her and became poor and destitute. At the worst, they fought for her and even lost their lives in the end."

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Huang. I will definitely keep it in mind!"

"That's great."

Huang Yihan said, "It's not that I'm jealous of Fellow Daoist Ning for having a beautiful woman by his side. It's just that Nangong Rou's reputation is unbearable to hear. A man like Fellow Daoist Ning shouldn't die at the hands of a woman like this."

"Ning knows. Thank you very much, fellow Daoist! I hope that fellow Daoist Huang will have a smooth trip and return safely. Don't forget our transaction agreement. Ning is still waiting for the five puppets!"

"Okay, Huang will!"

…

night.

The army of monks in the city set out, and in order to avoid a surprise attack by the monks of Sangyu Country, the monks from Kunpeng Fairy City were led by Chen Liang, the great elder of Nantian Palace. Thousands of them marched in flying boats, or flew with light, or controlled vehicles. When Ning Daoran looked up, he only felt that there were meteors dragging their tails passing by in the sky. This scene made him quite emotional.

The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night, and blows down stars like rain.

The artistic conception of the ancients is profound and truly fascinating.

As a result, the senior members of the Nantian Palace suddenly became much quieter. Ning Daoran did not think too much about it and prepared to return to the cave to meditate again and continue studying the art of combining the five elements.

“Tsk tsk!”

Suddenly, a voice came from afar, and a figure with sword light under his feet and hands behind his back slowly rose into the air and arrived at a height parallel to the 66th floor. He was a young sword cultivator in the early Jindan stage with a handsome appearance.

Liu Xinyuan, a casual cultivator, had met Ning Daoran, Huang Yihan and others several times before.

"Even Sui Xuan, an early Jindan cultivator who is not good at fighting, has gone to the border battlefield to kill the enemy. I didn't expect Master Ning to be so patient. Is he really afraid of those cultivators from Sangyu Country as a dignified middle Jindan cultivator?"

Liu Xinyuan raised his eyebrows and sneered, "I will go to the border battlefield now. Master Ning Zhen, will you go with me?"

"Everyone has their own aspirations. Why do you have to make sarcastic remarks, Brother Liu?"

Ning Daoran looked cold and sneered, "In places where Fellow Daoist Liu can't see, I may have killed as many monks from the Sangyu Nation as you."

"oh?"

Liu Xinyuan couldn't help but laugh: "Master Ning, is it because he can't get over it that he made up these lies to save face? In fact, there is no need to do so. Even in front of Fairy Nangong, I have no intention of mocking Master Ning. I just said what I wanted to say. I think Master Ning, who is in the middle stage of the Golden Core, should not hide in the city."

"Liu Xinyuan, are you done yet?"

Nangong Rou stood up, her beautiful eyes filled with anger: "Master Ning is a master hired by the Immortal City. He refines several third-level formations for the Immortal City every year. These formations have killed countless enemies on the battlefield. How can you, Liu Xinyuan? You broke your head, how can you have so many military exploits?"

"Look, Fairy Nangong is getting anxious again..."

Liu Xinyuan laughed and said, "Okay, I will leave now. You two can continue to enjoy the peaceful days in the Immortal City."

As he spoke, Liu Xinyuan stepped on the sword light and flew into the sky.

"This person is narrow-minded. Don't bother with him."

Nangong Rou said softly, "It's cold outside. May I have the honor to enter your cave to drink a cup of tea and discuss a business deal with you?"

"Business?"

Ning Daoran nodded and said, "Okay, let's talk inside the cave."

…

The cave is filled with spiritual energy.

Nangong Rou made a pot of tea herself. She stood in front of the coffee table, her body slightly sunken, her delicate face and slender white neck were clearly visible. At the same time, the front of her clothes felt a little heavy. This kind of genuine tea was indeed very lethal. Coupled with the charm exuded by Nangong Rou's every frown and smile, it was naturally difficult for ordinary men to resist.

"People like Liu Xinyuan, huh..."

Nangong Rou came forward, leaned beside Ning Daoran and poured tea for him. At the same time, she put her other hand on his shoulder and whispered in Ning Daoran's ear: "He is a casual cultivator who has fallen and rolled in the mud pond. He has a wild temper and a small temper. You don't have to take his words seriously. I think you should stay in the city to practice and refine the formation for the fairy city. This will be more helpful to the situation of the border war of my Xia country."

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She said softly, "Oh, and last time you promised to refine a third-level low-grade formation for me, how come you forgot? Do I have to remind you again and again?"

As she spoke, she sat on Ning Daoran's lap, and most of her clothes slipped down in front of her chest, revealing a piece of snow-white.

'You are such a cunning old fellow!'

Ning Daoran secretly complained in his heart, and instantly retreated, escaping from Nangong Rou's grasp like a loach, and said calmly: "Xiaobai, see you off."

"Yes, sir!"

Xiaobai came over, and the aura of the late Jindan period burst out from his body! "Ah?!"

Nangong Rou was only in the late stage of foundation building, and was instantly completely suppressed by Xiaobai's spiritual pressure. Then, she was picked up in Xiaobai's hand like a chicken, and thrown out of the cave with a "swish".

Ning Daoran cast a spell and locked the cave door tightly.

"Ning Daoran!"

Outside, Nangong Rou's voice of shame and anger was heard: "I, Nangong Rou, have never been humiliated so much in my life. Very good, very good... In this huge Kunpeng Immortal City, so many young men have courted me, but I have ignored them. I am so fond of you, but you are so ignorant of sympathy for women. Ning Daoran, you must remember today's humiliation!!"

She was so angry that she almost died.

"snort!"

A trace of murderous intent flashed across Xiao Bai's beautiful eyes: "This girl humiliated you so much, do you want me to teach her a lesson?"

“No need.”

Ning Daoran shook his head: "It is forbidden for cultivators to kill each other in Kunpeng Immortal City. I don't want to cause any trouble. After the humiliation today, I believe Nangong Rou will not do it again."

"Okay, I will obey you, sir."

"I am going to retreat. You and Old Deer will guard the cave."

"Yes, I obey your command!"

“Ahhh~~”

…

Ning Daoran began to retreat again, focusing on studying the way of the unity of the five elements.

A year passed in the blink of an eye.

There has been some progress in the way of uniting the five elements, but it is still a long way from blending the power of the five elements.

Within a year, news continued to come from distant battlefields. The monks from the two major camps of Xia Kingdom and Sangyu Kingdom continued to fight, turning the east coast into a bloody battlefield.

On this day, Ning Daoran occasionally came out of seclusion to get some fresh air.

"Senior Ning!"

Outside the balcony railing, a ninth-level Qi Refining teenager was standing on a flying sword, holding a stack of official reports, and said, "The new list of casualties has been released. Senior Ning, would you like to take a look?"

"Okay, give me one."

Ning Daoran ejected ten spirit stones.

Not far away, Nangong Rou also walked out of the cave, looking at Ning Daoran with a somewhat resentful look.

"Zhang boy, has the battle on the border been decided?" Nangong Rou asked.

"not yet."

The Qigong boy's eyes swept over Nangong Rou's pretty face, neck, chest, waist, buttocks, and legs. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his face turned red. He said, "Fairy Nangong, the battle between the two sides is very fierce, and a lot of cultivators have invested a lot of strength. I think the winner should be decided in the next few years."

"Hmph~~"

Nangong Rou looked over the railing, becoming more and more charming, and the young Qigong practitioner's face became even redder.

Ning Daoran opened the official report, glanced at the list of casualties in this batch, and suddenly saw a line of text.

Liu Xinyuan, a swordsman in the early stage of the Golden Core.

(End of this chapter)