Chapter 37
The disciples of the Half-Body Sect could no longer contain themselves and pressed, "Isn't the City Lord's wife of the Mountain and Sea Never Sleeps afraid of being ridiculed for such despicable behavior?"
The use of the title "City Lord's Wife" by a disciple of the Half-Ball Sect was particularly ironic.
Ning Jiao was not angry. She even raised her lips and smiled at the disciples of the Half-Body Sect, her smile still as innocent and bright as ever.
Even so, what can you do to me?
Ning Jiao turned his sword, but instead of avoiding the layers of puppet barriers, he drove the puppet barriers toward them without any concealment.
Ning Jiao suddenly couldn't utter another word.
Those beautiful, clear eyes, like pools of autumn water, were fixed on one of the disciples.
Ning Jiao's breathing suddenly became rapid.
She thought she saw a pair of eyes.
A pair of eyes that she loathed, hated, and found hypocritical... eyes that could move heaven and earth.
"If you want me to save you, I can." Ning Jiao twitched the corner of his mouth, then suddenly raised his hand. An invisible thread was tied to the tip of his index finger, and the end of the thread was tied to the leg of a Lingzhi bird.
The Lingzhi bird let out a clear cry, spread its wings, and circled in the air. The puppet barrier that had been gradually gathering seemed to be wary and retreated a few steps.
Subsequently, the wings, which had originally resembled the skin of a living person, dimmed and became much more transparent.
"This flawless zither string was a gift from the current acting head of the Sword Pavilion when I got married. It can trap all tangible things in the world. The Flesh Spirit Bird is a unique treasure of my Mountain and Sea Never Sleeps City. Using these two things to protect you will not be a problem."
The shrewd disciple of Nine Heavens Pavilion asked, "May I ask what the City Lord's wife wants us to exchange?"
Leave her behind.
However, another sound came even faster than hers.
As early as when Ning Jiao released that strange flesh-spirited bird to temporarily dispel the puppet barrier, Sheng Ningyu had already thought of another way.
Holding the spirit bone in one hand, she whispered to the disciple of Qingniao Yiyehua, "Did you bring 'Sweeping Fallen Flowers'?"
That's right!
The disciple of Qingniao Yiyehua suddenly realized what was happening.
They have already approached the City of Never Sleeping Mountains and Seas, which means that their own sect is also nearby!
Every disciple of the Azure Bird One Leaf Flower sect who goes out carries a "Sweeping Flower". When burned, this item resembles a sky full of passionate flowers blooming. With the mist of passionate flowers, it can temporarily block all external attacks. If fellow disciples see it, they will also lend a helping hand.
However, due to the "chaos of the heavens and earth" caused by the demons in the former Hehuan City, the Qingnong Flower is no longer used.
So how did Fellow Daoist Wang Jiu know this?
The disciple of Qingniao Yiyehua was somewhat puzzled, as this was not the time to be concerned with such things, given his single eye was conspicuous.
With a "bang," before Ning Jiao could even make her request, a cloud of floral mist exploded, tightly protecting the nine people within it.
Upon seeing this, Ning Jiao's eyes sharpened, and with a flick of his wrist, the sword's momentum arrived gracefully, like scattered stars and light clouds!
"Madam Ning."
A figure drifted down amidst the falling petals, swaying as it approached.
Dressed in red, exuding charm.
The red on his body was not the crimson favored by the Phoenix Clan, but rather a lighter shade, like the swaying light and shadow of a red begonia in spring, or the last bit of warmth before a flame goes out.
Her face was slightly red, like a drunken jade mountain collapsing.
He held a wine jug in one hand, and with his left hand, he easily caught Ning Jiao's sword. When he lifted his starry eyes, his rosy cheeks appeared even more flushed, making him incredibly charming.
Almost everyone present was stunned.
“This is my disciple, Qingniao Yiyehua. Please, Madam, show mercy.”
The disciples of Qingniao Yiyehua were the first to react, excitedly saying, "Disciple greets Sect Leader Feng."
Feng Sect Leader?
Sheng Ningyu's eyelashes fluttered slightly.
Long before she entered Qingyi Academy, Yuan Daojun had said that things might not turn out as she had imagined, and he had also mentioned many changes.
However, none of these changes came true in Sheng Ningyu's eyes: Feng Xiaosheng hated her even more, Ning Jiao had also changed a lot, and Han Yuyi had not yet been met...
Judging from this, Sheng Ningyu did not have much hope of recognizing Li Qingfeng, but who knew that he would actually change his name to "Feng Qingli"?
The thought that this name was one of the reasons for their falling out filled Sheng Ningyu with mixed feelings.
Feng Qingli's appearance was quite a spectacle.
Without his command, the disciples following behind him had already worked together to completely eliminate the last lingering effects of the puppet barrier.
"Escort Madam Ning back."
Feng Qingli casually summoned a group of disciples, his face full of solemnity, yet this inappropriate solemnity made him appear particularly frivolous.
"Remember, you must protect Madam Ning well and bring her to the City Lord's Mansion. She must not be bullied again."
After he finished speaking, he seemed unable to contain himself and burst into laughter, his expression vibrant and beautiful, like a flower in full bloom, full of passion.
“Madam Ning, you should be careful.” Feng Qingli stared intently at her. “Next time you get lost, you won’t be so lucky.”
Ning Jiao then laughed as well.
But when Sheng Ningyu looked at that smile now, it was completely different from the one she remembered.
No longer so innocent and bright, but as if possessed by some evil spirit, harboring a chilling fear.
Ning Jiao said to Feng Qingli in a coquettish tone, "Sect Leader Feng is always so careful."
She made no mention of her earlier attempt to harm her disciples, nor of the disciples she desired, and gracefully boarded the flying boat.
Feng Qingli still had that carefree and unrestrained demeanor, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed, still carrying a hint of drunkenness.
The Qingniao Yiyehua disciples who were traveling with them came to their senses and immediately stepped forward to report what had just happened to their sect leader.
"...Currently, these disciples have nowhere to go," the Qingniao Yiyehua disciple said anxiously. "We ask the sect leader, is it possible to bring them back to the sect?"
"Hmm? A disciple of Qingyi Academy?"
Feng Qingli grinned, her cheeks flushing red like peach blossoms in full bloom in spring. She waved her hand dismissively and said, "Let's all get on our spirit boat."
He seemed genuinely drunk.
Sheng Ningyu breathed a slight sigh of relief, but before she could step onto the spirit boat, a force suddenly came from behind her and attacked her directly.
"Young fellow Daoist, if you wish to board my spirit boat, you will need to pay the fare."
Sheng Ningyu sighed silently in her heart: "I wonder what the sect leader wants?"
What do I want?
Feng Qingli chuckled, walked up to Sheng Ningyu, and bent down to lift her chin.
"I want your eyes. If you won't give them to me, then you might as well leave."
Upon hearing this, the disciples around her were all horrified, especially those who had accompanied Sheng Ningyu all the way.
They dared not offer advice because of Feng Qingli's status, and could only worry in silence.
At this moment, the spirit boat had already taken off, surrounded by clouds and mist, with a misty haze hanging down, as if it were a sign of rain.
Looking down, the rolling mountains resemble the folds of a piece of Xuan paper on a table, the winding rivers flow like tea leaves poured onto the ground, and all living beings seem as insignificant as ants.
Sheng Ningyu dared not provoke Feng Qingli.
Who knows if this guy will go crazy and, if he harbors old and new grudges, just throw her down?
Sheng Ningyu sighed for the last time: "No."
Why?
"Because my skin has already been promised to Young Master Feng, if the Venerable One wants my eyes, he will probably have to wait until the day Young Master Feng skins me before taking them together."
Feng Qingli burst into laughter.
A breeze blows, scattering the clouds and carrying the fragrance of flowers.
A smile returned to Feng Qingli's face, but it didn't reach her eyes.
He said, "I heard that you have not only eyes, but also a very special face. But it's covered up now, why is that?"
Sheng Ningyu pondered his intentions and followed his words, saying, "Everyone knows that you hate that Sword Master to the extreme. How could I not conceal my appearance in the territory of Qingniao Yiyehua?"
Sheng Ningyu looked at him strangely, her mind filled with suspicion.
Was I right or wrong?
She remained silent, watching Feng Qingli finish laughing, then wiped away her tears: "Do you know why I came, and not Yuan Bushu from your Yunwang Palace, or Chu Jiye from the Chu family?"
"This disciple does not know."
"Ha, naturally it's because of the demon seed. Even the reason why our city lord's wife was in such a sorry state before was because she was unlucky."
"First the Spirit Bone, then the Puppet Barrier, and then the attracted Demon Seed... Tsk, I feel sorry for Junior Sister Ning."
Feng Qingli chuckled, took another sip of wine, and changed the way he addressed her.
Although she said she felt sorry for him, Sheng Ningyu couldn't find a trace of worry in his eyes.
When he saw Sheng Ningyu looking over, he suddenly released the wine pot and took two steps toward her.
Sheng Ningyu sensed something was wrong and retreated silently, but Feng Qingli was not satisfied and continued to press forward until finally, Sheng Ningyu's waist was pressed against the railing of the spirit boat.
There is no way to retreat.
Feng Qingli chuckled, leaned forward, and reached out to touch Sheng Ningyu's face.
It felt cold to the touch, like metal, with no warmth whatsoever.
On what grounds?
Feng Qingli thought.
Then what was that person back then?
Is it an excuse for their debauchery, or a benchmark for their self-discipline and adherence to morality?
Feng Qingli thought, she was the legendary Bright Moon Sword Master, she was the unattainable Bright Moon, she was...
She is a living, breathing person.
Why should she become a tool for you people, to be remembered, to be regretted, to be used to glorify yourself?
In Feng Qingli's mind, Sheng Ningyu was a bouncy little girl who didn't care much about rules and didn't care what others said.
She dared to pick the flower of love that others feared, dared to go to the city of joy that others dared not go, and dared to go against the tide alone, rushing into the fiery magic array to bring him out of the worthless pawn who had been abandoned.
The girl, sword in hand, kicked open the palace gate.
When she caught sight of him lying in a pool of blood, her expression froze for a moment. Then, she stabbed his dying body in front of her with her sword, reached out and hooked Feng Qingli's arm over her shoulder.
She was clearly only at the Yao Guang Realm and didn't have much spiritual power. She couldn't withstand the Heavenly Balance Blood Array set up by the Qing Nong Flower. When she rushed in, her magic robes were burned and rolled up by the flames, and she was in a very sorry state. But she still had time to turn her head and speak in a relaxed tone in his ear.
"So what if I killed someone? I stabbed someone in the back too."
"Don't worry, from now on we're accomplices."
accomplice.
What beautiful words! Enough to dispel all of Feng Qingli's previous weariness of the world.
But that's not how she was.
She dealt with the demon seed alone.
She didn't believe him at all.
How could I not hate it?
Feng Qingli thought, he really... hated him to the core.
Then Sheng Ningyu felt a soft chuckle in her ear, bringing with it a touch of intoxicating, passionate scent.
Feng Qingli's voice became even softer, like a secret intoxicating wine flowing on silk, exuding an intoxicating fragrance, yet also containing a hidden murderous intent.
"Because... the person who previously had a similar face to you did not completely eradicate the demonic seed."
With a deafening roar, a flash of white light followed!
Dark clouds rolled in, and rain poured down like a torrential downpour.
All of this had no effect on the cultivators on the spirit boat, but Sheng Ningyu's heart sank when she caught a glimpse of Feng Qingli's expression.
"Since you have this face too, why don't you go and help them?"
Having finished speaking, Feng Qingli raised her beautiful, passionate eyes. With a gentle push, she directly tumbled Sheng Ningyu off the flying boat!
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Author's note: My prediction was wrong. I'll be exposed in front of Young Master Feng in the next chapter!
Here comes the starfish's rambling rant ↓
The reason I didn't write about the reveal today is because I went to record a TV show (?).
Yes, I know this sounds abstract, but I really was thrown into recording a show… even though it's a tiny, low-rated program with absolutely no viewers, it's just outrageous! [Joker]
Then, when I got back, my computer had a bug and after restarting, I almost lost everything in my word processing software (mainly because it contained important tips). But I felt like God wouldn't let me get away with this (?), so even when customer service advised me to give up, I spent three hours recovering everything!!! Doing good deeds really does pay off [heart emoji]
Red envelopes will be sent out within 24 hours of this chapter! Let's soak up the joy! May we never be thrown out to do abstract work again, and never do abstract things again!
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