"Alright, Master Li, take care, and we'll meet again!"
"Goodbye, Brother Li!"
"Take care!" Li Sheng cupped his hands in response. "It seems the Treasure Pavilion is not too peaceful..." As he watched the two leave, Li Sheng recalled the earlier attack on Qingyi. He fiddled with the storage bag in his hand, sending a strand of spiritual energy inside. Each of the four bags was about ten cubic meters, much larger than his own, filled with spirit materials. After examining them, Li Sheng nodded to himself and turned back to the sect, heading towards the alchemy room.
...
By Feiyu Lake in the northern part of the capital city, a stunning woman in a red gauze dress walked along the shore. Her long, snow-white legs shone alluringly against the red fabric. With exquisitely carved jade feet in red crystal shoes, she walked with an enchanting sound. She exuded an ethereal charm, both seductive and regal. Surrounding her lay the corpses of several monstrous creatures, with streams of blood-red aura rising from them. Moments later, the bodies turned to ashes, and Liu Hongfeng sighed contentedly, a hint of pleasure flashing in her crimson eyes.
Just then, a group of twenty to thirty people emerged from the dense forest. Leading them was a young man in luxurious attire, handsome and radiating an air of authority, flanked by two monks as guards. The others were heavily armored, wielding long spears, emanating a thick killing intent. Upon spotting the figure by the lake, the two monks blocked the young man's path.
"Stay alert!"
"What's the matter, Master?" The handsome young man asked, puzzled, following their gaze.
"Hiss~"
He gasped, a look of awe in his eyes. "What a beautiful woman..."
"Miss, please wait!" Seeing Liu Hongfeng casually glance at them before turning to leave, the young man hurriedly called out, gesturing for his companions to move forward. The two monks exchanged helpless glances and followed suit. Liu Hongfeng paid them no mind, intent on hunting more monsters. However, the pressure from the two monks made her frown, forcing her to stop.
"I am Yan Tianxing, the heir of the King of the South. May I ask for your name?" Yan Tianxing approached, polite in his introduction.
"Is there something you want?" Liu Hongfeng coldly fixed her gaze on him, exuding an aura of authority, as if she were an empress.
Yan Tianxing appeared calm and gentlemanly, yet a strange heat welled up inside him. "Seductive... authoritative... dangerous... noble... what kind of woman is she?" He looked at her eagerly, saying, "In the midst of a monster disaster, I saw you alone and thought I could offer some assistance—let's make a good connection."
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Liu Hongfeng remained silent, simply staring at him with a distant gaze, as if regarding a corpse. This made Yan Tianxing shiver and involuntarily step back. The two monks quickly shielded him, their expressions now full of vigilance.
Liu Hongfeng's lips curled in disdain as she spoke. "No need!" She then turned to leave, her graceful figure causing everyone to catch their breath. At this moment, Yan Tianxing pushed past the monks, infuriated. "I was just trying to help, and you disrespect me! Do you look down on the King of the South and the Da Yan royal family?"
Liu Hongfeng ignored him, continuing her leisurely stroll, embodying a captivating charm. "Your Highness, this woman is formidable and dangerous; it's best not to provoke her!" one monk advised.
"Dangerous?" Yan Tianxing, being a noble, wasn't foolish. The apprehension from the two high-ranking monks quelled most of his bravado. He muttered stubbornly, "Once I meet with my royal brothers, I will find her and humiliate her for this insult... the audacity!"
The two monks exchanged glances, sighing internally. Just as Liu Hongfeng was about to vanish into the forest, she stopped and walked back slowly, her red dress swaying, revealing skin that shimmered with an alluring glow, igniting fiery desires.
A hint of charm surfaced on her flawless face, and with her approach, a strange sound echoed. "Miss... would you like to join me?" Yan Tianxing stammered, licking his lips.
"Your sincerity is appreciated; I would be glad to." Liu Hongfeng smiled seductively, causing him to momentarily lose his composure, with only one thought left in his mind: "I must have her! Even if it costs everything!"
As Liu Hongfeng emitted a wispy blood-red mist, the two monks' expressions changed, shouting, "Be careful! It's an enchantment!"
"She truly is a seductress!" One monk hurriedly produced a wooden fish, striking it rapidly. A tranquil aura spread from the crisp sound, awakening those ensnared by desire.
"How dare this lowly woman attempt to attack! Black-armored soldiers, assist the two masters!" Yan Tianxing yelled angrily. The formation of twenty-seven black-armored soldiers could rival four-rank warriors; he believed they could subdue her.
One monk wielded his staff, releasing a white martial domain, and a booming lion's roar erupted, sending waves of powerful spiritual force toward Liu Hongfeng. The ground crumbled, and trees splintered in its wake, creating chaotic sound waves.
Liu Hongfeng smirked, crimson mist expanding around her. The intense soundwave crashed into the blood mist as if devoured, causing no disturbance. The thirty-foot-long light spears thrust from the black-armored soldiers fell into the mist without causing any ripple.
Seeing this, the monk striking the wooden fish prepared to assist his brother. At that moment, a faint tapping sound grew stronger, resonating in the hearts of the crowd. An overwhelming sense of annoyance, chaos, and dizziness rose within them, driving them to the brink of madness.
"Bang bang bang!!!"
Seven or eight black-armored soldiers suddenly exploded, their remnants scattered everywhere, as vibrant life energy seemed to be drawn toward the blood mist.
"Is she absorbing life energy?"
"A demon cultivator?"
"To audaciously consume life energy like this, if she were a demon cultivator, she would have gone mad long ago... this woman is a..."
"A demonic cultivator!"
The two monks exchanged desperate glances. Fear flashed in Yan Tianxing's eyes. He retrieved a silver scroll from his storage bag, feeling a pang of regret. This precious attack-type scroll was usually treated like a treasure, but now he had no choice but to use it. Regret filled his mind—why did he provoke her? Now, all hope rested on this scroll.