NOVEL NEXT Chapter 69: How’s Your Butt?
Shi Fan noticed Feng Fan staring at him and approached, forcing a smile onto his face.
"Good, good, good! The White Crow Sect truly is full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons."
Feng Fan, already aware of the old man's murderous intentions, didn't bother being polite.
"Indeed, quite unlike your Blue Dragon Sect, which seems more like a pasture for lambs and rabbits. Now, hand over my spear, or are you planning to deny the bet in front of all these witnesses? Not that I'd be surprised. Old bastards like you don't care about their reputation anymore, do they?"
A vein throbbed visibly on Shi Fan's forehead as he clenched his jaw. Without a word, he retrieved the spear from his space ring and tossed it toward Feng Fan.
He didn't waste time with any parting remarks.
He turned around and motioned for the Blue Dragon and Blue Wyvern disciples to follow him. The month had been humiliating enough, and staying any longer would only deepen the disgrace.
Before leaving, Zheng Huang shot a furious glare at Feng Fan. His desire to attack and kill him was written all over his face, but he didn't dare to act.
If he made a move, Elder Peng would have all the justification needed to take his life.
Feng Fan met Zheng Huang's glare and didn't need to read his mind to know what he was thinking.
With a smug grin, he mockingly said, "Hello, little lamb. How's your butt?"
Zheng Huang's eyes widened with rage, his fists trembling, but before he could lose control, Shi Fan placed a firm hand on his shoulder, holding him back.
"Let's go," Shi Fan ordered curtly.
Feng Fan watched them leave, his grin widening into a satisfied expression.
Once Shi Fan and company had left, Feng Fan turned around, holding his newly acquired spear with a satisfied grin.
"Hey, Qinqin, this is for you. Consider it a gift for always having my back," he said warmly, extending the spear to her.
Xue Qiang hesitated for a moment, then accepted it with a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "Thanks, Fanfan," she replied softly.
Standing nearby, Huang Xue maintained her usual aloof demeanor, but deep down, a twinge of jealousy flickered in her heart.
"You, lad, really have a knack for getting under people's skin…" Elder Peng said, standing nearby with a wry smile.
Feng Fan coughed lightly and replied, "Elder Peng, they practically begged for a beating. Since they asked so nicely, how could I refuse?"
Elder Peng burst into hearty laughter. "Fair enough! Alright, let's head back to the White Crow Sect. This expedition can be considered a success. I'm sure Elder Jiang and the Sect Master will be quite pleased with the results."
"Elder Peng, shouldn't we be worried about Shi Fan attacking us on the way back? He's stronger than you, isn't he?" Feng Fan asked, trying to subtly remind Elder Peng of the potential danger.
Even though there was truth in the statement, Elder Peng couldn't help but feel slightly offended.
"You brat. Don't worry. There's a reason why the older generation doesn't interfere in the battles of the younger ones, even if people die," he explained with a faint smirk.
"Oh? And what's that reason?" Feng Fan asked, his curiosity piqued.
Elder Peng paused, considering his response before finally speaking. "It's still too early for you to understand the full details. Just know this: the Qian Empire is only a small entity in the grand Black Turtle Continent. There are powers far above us who wish to nurture talent, and if the older generation started killing off the young geniuses, it would go against their goals."
Hearing this, Feng Fan inwardly sighed, his thoughts drifting to the typical xianxia trope.
'Of course… I'm in the weakest sect, in the weakest kingdom, on the weakest continent… How cliché.'
'Still, there's something very wrong with Elder Peng's thought process,' Feng Fan mused.
"Elder Peng, isn't that logic only valid if someone actually finds out he killed us?" Feng Fan asked, a hint of concern in his voice. "What if he kills us and no one ever knows? And even if they do, won't we already be dead by then?"
Elder Peng sighed. "You're overthinking things. I've been an elder for over five hundred years, and I've never seen a Spirit Severing cultivator go out of their way to kill someone in the Qi Gathering realm. Even if Shi Fan tried, don't underestimate my little bird. While she's still a tier 4 demon beast, equivalent to a Nascent Soul cultivator in strength, when it comes to pure speed, she's faster than most Spirit Severing realm cultivators."
"If he really manages to kill us, then I can only say I've lived my life in vain!" Elder Peng continued with a hint of pride. Stay updated through empire
Feng Fan sighed inwardly. 'Elder Peng is a good person, but he's far too naive. No wonder the White Crow Sect has fallen so low.'
'So be it. If that old dog really shows up, I still have a trump card…'
Feng Fan sighed and gave up trying to convince Elder Peng.
With a sharp whistle, Elder Peng summoned the same bluebird that had carried them to Cloudveil City.
The majestic creature descended gracefully. Elder Peng gently stroked the bird's head, earning a pleased chirp before motioning for everyone to climb onto its back.
Once they were securely seated, the bluebird spread its powerful wings, lifting off and carrying them away from the pocket dimension's entrance, heading toward the White Crow Sect.
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A golden-haired man wearing the White Crow Sect's emblem stood before a massive rock in the Void Forest's outskirts. In his hand, he held an ancient, weathered map.
"Feng Fan, once I claim this immortal inheritance, Xue Qiang will be mine!" he declared confidently before charging toward the rock and vanishing into its surface.
Hours later, the same man reemerged, but his expression had completely changed. His face twisted into an unsettling grin, his eyes radiating malice.
"So, his name is Feng Fan, huh? Perfect. I, the Heavenly Demon Monarch, shall claim your body!"
A sinister, echoing laugh erupted from his lips, chilling the air around him.