Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me-Chapter 53 - 45: The Sword Comes Out!

Time passed, and two days later Pei Wanyu still sat at the gate tower at the entrance of Ghost City.

For a cultivator of her level, two days were nothing, but once she had concerns, it felt like torture.

Just like when Lu Jin’an disappeared from the Ruins Cave Heaven and stayed in the Nanzhuo Domain for so long.

Pei Wanyu believed in her beloved apprentice, but worry was unavoidable. Just like in the past year and a half, even though she trusted Jin’an had his reasons for going missing and not contacting her, she still went out looking for him.

She searched through countless major sects, especially those of the Demon Path and didn’t spare any effort until she confirmed her treasure of an apprentice was not in life-threatening danger before returning to wait at the Wandao Sect.

As for the races hostile to the Human Clan... If they had indeed captured her most talented disciple of the youngest Tongsheng Realm, they would have boasted loudly at the Two Realms Pass by now.

Fortunately, he finally reached out after a year and a half, allowing her some peace of mind.

But the time spent waiting for him to return was still tormenting.

Pei Wanyu thought about it and realized that her constant worrying was because she subconsciously treated him as a little child.

’He’s clearly capable of managing on his own, so why still worry?’

Pei Wanyu took a sip of rice wine and suddenly a thought popped into her mind.

’Could it be because he never acted out like a rebellious disciple, that I still see him as a child?’

Pei Wanyu squinted her eyes, shook her head helplessly and murmured, "Zhu Nanzhi... what does that young girl from Qingmiao Palace have to offer? Am I not as busty or mature as her?"

She poured another cup of wine, drank it down, and then glanced towards the two Dragon Clansmen who had waited in the city for two days, pondering over the Dragons’ persistent intentions by waiting here.

Moreover, a young Unity Realm Stage Dragon Monarch showing no respect to a Divine Presence Realm Dragon Emperor, and the Dragon Emperor tolerating the affront—unlike the Dragons who establish hierarchy based on bloodline and status. freёnovelkiss.com

Inside Ghost City, Fu Lin, who had stepped away from the gloomy city gate, paced back and forth with a grim expression. As a dignified Dragon Clansman, especially as a Dragon Monarch of the Golden Dragon lineage, when had he ever been treated with such insensitivity?

If it were elsewhere, such cold treatment would have led to a massacre to demonstrate the indomitable might of the Dragon Clan. But here, it was the domain of the Netherworld Ancient Sovereign, Emperor Fengdu.

The Dragons did not fear Emperor Fengdu, as the Underworld had no jurisdiction over matters of the mortal world.

Yet while the Underworld couldn’t govern matters of the mortal realm, mortal life without Transcendence wouldn’t last as long as the heavens, and one day it would end and move to the Netherworld, where Emperor Fengdu held sway.

Thus, though indifferent to him, due to the peculiar nature of the Dragon Soul Hall, they could not currently afford to offend Emperor Fengdu.

"It’s been so long without any response!"

Fu Lin halted, his expression dark and desiring to curse, but managed to hold it in.

The Underworld could control the deceased life of the mortal world, but the mortal world couldn’t control the life in the Reincarnation of the Underworld, for it was a completely new soul, with no relation to the past, the past causality no longer exists in the new birth.

"Jun Bingquan, you go ask again!" Fu Lin turned to the middle-aged man, ordering imperiously, "Report your name!"

Jun Bingquan took a deep breath, silently stepping forward, but no sooner had he taken two steps than a voice from behind the city gates reached their ears: "Emperor Fengdu says: No audience!"

Jun Bingquan stopped, asking with a straight face, "Is it Black Impermanence’s voice, should we go back?"

Fu Lin took several deep breaths, suppressing the urge to explode in anger out of disrespect, and said irritably, "Let’s go... huh?"

Suddenly, he widened his eyes, seeing someone walking out from the city gates... a Human Clan member?

Human Clan?

Fu Lin’s fists clenched instantly, though he could guess this Human Clan member likely entered with a ’Netherworld Validation’, yet thinking of Black Impermanence’s earlier response ’No audience’, his inner balance was shattered.

Am I, a member of the Dragon Clan... a former Cloud Peak Master in the Dragon Clan... actually lower than a Human Clan member?

Fu Lin didn’t care whether this Human Clan member met Emperor Fengdu or not; he just wanted to vent his anger from being snubbed.

"Don’t act impulsively; he’s Lu Jin’an from the Wandao Sect..."

"Isn’t that even better?" Fu Lin grinned, "When he was at the Two Realms Pass, he chased and killed five Demon Kings, quite impressive!

If you dare stop me, watch out for the consequences!"

With that, Fu Lin charged straight ahead, abruptly turning, golden light surging around him, a golden dragon shadow trailing behind.

Threatened, Jun Bingquan’s eyes flashed with killing intent, his eyelids drooping, and he did not stop. As for the potential consequences of Fu Lin trying to kill Lu Jin’an...

If Lu Jin’an was so easily killed, it’d have happened a hundred, a thousand times already.

Especially as he had been in closed-door seclusion for over a year, his cultivation and prowess evidently improved substantially, the most likely outcome is mutual harm... heh, wouldn’t that be even more unpleasant for Fu Lin?

...

Holding the Netherworld Validation, Lu Jin’an walked out of the Ghost Gate, exhaling a breath, and as he stepped from beneath the gate, he suddenly sensed an overwhelming rush of demon energy approaching from the side, already upon him.

Whoosh—

The demon energy erupted with a burst, stinging the skin slightly and blinding his eyes with a sudden golden light.

Although Lu Jin’an hadn’t seen the attacker, he moved first.

At the same moment his foot exerted force, his upper body shifted sideward, the left hand holding the ’Netherworld Validation’ lifted up to block a heavy punch with the scabbard, instantly feeling the mountainous and tsunami-like force transmitting through the scabbard to his entire body.

The physical physique of the Demon Clan is naturally stronger than that of the Human Clan. As soon as Lu Jin’an sensed the demon energy, he instinctively mobilized eighty percent of his strength, and although he couldn’t resist and his body was thrown back with the left arm bending to withstand the other’s force, his right hand had already gripped the sword hilt.

"Trying to draw your sword?!"

Fu Lin’s shadow followed Lu Jin’an suppressively, his right fist not leaving the hilt. Seeing him trying to draw the sword, Fu Lin immediately clasped the right hand over the hilt, pushing the barely unsheathed long sword back down.

Then, with a roar, he unleashed golden dragon-shaped flames rushing straight at Lu Jin’an’s face.

As pure-blood Dragon Clan, Fu Lin still looked down on the Human Clan, but he wasn’t foolish, understanding very well the potential of the Human Clan, otherwise, they wouldn’t have risen from insignificance, much less triumphed among the victorious clans in the Hundred Clans War twenty millennia ago.

Especially since his opponent was Lu Jin’an, the number one of the current younger generation of the Human Clan. Thus Fu Lin not only ambushed but went all out.

Killing Lu Jin’an would be a significant achievement!

Facing the imminent dragon flames, Lu Jin’an leaned back. During his inhale and exhale, the breath circulated once throughout his organs. At the same time, the red vigorous force surged from inside out, and his right hand gripping the scabbard gave a sharp yank.

With the hilt clasped, he pulled the scabbard that wasn’t held.

Screech—

The scabbard grazed Fu Lin’s left fist, emitting a sharp, grating sound. Under a force unable to confront the opponent’s, Lu Jin’an forcibly changed the directional force, his left arm emitting crisp bone-grinding sounds as blood gushed from torn skin, soaking his sleeve instantly.

But at the moment the scabbard embedded into the thick wall, Fu Lin’s vision was suddenly filled with a swirling, swiftly closing vortex of pitch-black emptiness.

"Space rules..."

Watching the dragon flames entering the space, Fu Lin’s pupils contracted as he paused his offensive momentum.

The next moment.

Swish—

A dull-black sword engraved with blood-red patterns pierced through the space vortex, accompanied by a sharp sword whistle!

Aiming straight for the brow!

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