SFS Chapter 39 A Pinky Oath
Chapter 39 A Pinky Oath
Qingyang Gate
Inside Qingfeng's luxurious cave.
"Yaoyao, take off your [Dragon Flood Armor] first."
"But my lord, I won't be able to hold on after I remove my armor."
"It's alright, my Yanglong Sword Qi can easily pierce..."
"Young master, I can't go on anymore. You should go and spar with your senior sister."
Qingfeng was sparring with Yuanyao, using actual combat to help her master the new, improved technique more quickly.
"Young Master, my junior sister and I haven't advanced to the Core Formation stage yet, we really can't withstand your fierce attacks... Ugh!"
"Li'er, that's why I'm going to have to practice with you twice as much."
Qingfeng casually cast a spell, and the illusory image of the Azure Yang Dragon Flood Dragon Sword struck Yanli repeatedly.
Seeing this, Yanli quickly pulled Yuanyao up and together they unleashed the combined attack technique, the [Dragon and Flood Dragon Sword Shadow Splitting Light Sword Formation].
With sword energy crisscrossing, the combined power of the two actually created a stalemate with Qingfeng.
However, under Qingfeng's suppression of cultivation, he was ultimately defeated.
"Young master... just wait, my junior sister and I will advance to the Core Formation stage and we will definitely take revenge."
Yanli fell to the ground, her face flushed as she spoke.
"Senior sister is right, we will definitely win."
Yuan Yao lay on the other side, unable to move, clearly exhausted from the sparring session.
"Haha, great! I'm really looking forward to your performance."
Qingfeng laughed loudly and put on his coat.
He's now a physical education student who has cultivated the "Heavenly Demon Art," and the strength of his physical body is increasing day by day.
"No wonder when Han Li was imprisoned by Feng hope, those little demons made gestures indicating that the human race was weak and the winged race was strong."
"I really need to practice this body tempering technique properly."
Qingfeng dressed and carried the two women to the jade bed.
This jade bed is a magical artifact that he created a few days ago using the fusion artifact function.
It possesses special supernatural powers, which can quickly restore spiritual power and physical strength, and also increase the absorption speed of spiritual power from heaven and earth.
"You all get some rest."
Qingfeng gently kissed Yanli and Yuanyao on the forehead before leaving the cave.
After Qingfeng left, Yuan Yao struggled to sit up and began to circulate her internal energy to recover.
Yanli also got up and sat facing Yuanyao, circulating her cultivation technique to absorb spiritual energy.
"Senior sister, what do you think of Miss Wang?"
Yuan Yao looked at Yan Li.
"Hmm, a very nice young lady. What's wrong?"
Yanli looked at Yuanyao with a puzzled expression.
"I believe that it would be difficult for the two of us to defeat you, young master."
"You mean? No, she's too young."
"Oh, I meant later."
……
At Qingyangmen Wharf, cargo ships are moored.
Qingfeng stood on the dock, talking to Elder Liu.
"Old Liu, the fleet going to Tianxing City this time doesn't need to be too luxurious."
I'm just going to Tianxing City to take a look around and see what this largest city in the Chaotic Star Sea is like.
"But young master, didn't the sect leader forbid you from going out?"
Moreover, things aren't peaceful outside right now; quite a few level six or seven demonic beasts from the outer sea have entered."
Elder Liu reminded him with a forced smile.
"Old Liu, you're the young master, and I'm the young master, aren't I?"
Qingfeng narrowed his eyes, turned his head and asked with a smile.
"Well... of course you're the young master! I'll make the arrangements right away, and I'll make sure you're completely satisfied."
Old Liu's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly put on a smile.
He almost forgot that the young master in front of him was not a good-tempered person.
Seeing Elder Liu, he went to discuss the matter with the manager in charge of the fleet.
Qingfeng then shook his folding fan and nodded in satisfaction.
If he doesn't run now, is he supposed to wait until his father discovers that the treasure vault has been emptied before he runs away?
"I don't want to get whipped or kicked."
Qingfeng shrank back when he thought of his father's furious appearance.
"Brother Qing, are you cold?"
Xiao Wang Ning held a lollipop, eating it while asking curiously.
These days, she sticks to Qingfeng whenever she has free time.
Besides assisting Yuan Yao and Yan Li in their cultivation, Qing Feng spent the rest of his time playing with Wang Ning.
"Uh, no, how was it? My cooking was alright, wasn't it?"
Qingfeng pointed to the lollipop to change the subject.
"Mmm, it's very sweet."
Xiao Wang Ning stuck out her tongue and licked it, saying happily.
"Ahem, Xiao Ning, tell me, what's gotten into you these past few days, sticking to me like this?"
Qingfeng looked down at Wang Ning.
This child is precocious. If you really think she's just a naive and innocent girl, you're sorely mistaken.
"Um, Brother Qingfeng, how did you figure that out?"
With a crunch, Wang Ning bit the candy into pieces and swallowed it.
"Sigh, although you look cute and I like you a lot."
But this isn't the real you. I know you want to get closer to us so I can help Miaoyin Sect in the future, right?
Qingfeng sighed and stepped forward to rub Wang Ning's head.
This little girl probably saw through Wang Heng's thoughts, which is why she became proactive.
"I……"
Wang Ning pouted in dissatisfaction as she watched Qingfeng mess up her hair.
"Miaoyin Sect is your family's, so you should take care of it yourself from now on."
However, your family's martial arts techniques are really quite poor; you're always on the defensive and getting beaten when fighting others.
Qingfeng couldn't help but feel a little nervous when he thought about how weak Wang Heng was at the mid-stage of Core Formation.
Xiao Wang Ning was clearly reminded of her father's disheveled appearance during the magical duel on Kui Xing Island.
"Brother Qing, you said that my physique is special and suitable for cultivating demonic arts."
"Then I want to learn demonic arts from you, can you teach me?"
Little Wang Ning stopped acting, raised her little face, and looked at Qing Feng with raised eyebrows, asking a question.
Seeing that she had shed her disguise, Qingfeng smiled with satisfaction.
"Hey, I happen to have a manual on demonic arts, but why should I teach it to you, Little Sister Wang?"
Qingfeng reached out and pinched Wang Ning's cheek.
"Ugh~ No, stop pinching my cheek!"
Xiao Wang Ning grabbed Qing Feng's hand, stopping him from squeezing it any further.
"The Heavenly Thunder Bamboo... is part of my dowry. My father wanted to give it to you, but I disagree, unless you teach me demonic arts!"
Wang Ning blinked her big eyes at Qing Feng.
"Oh? You disagree? So what?"
Qingfeng deliberately teased Wang Ning.
"You! You told me a few days ago to work hard to become stronger."
However, my family's cultivation techniques only include some special investigative secrets, and there are no offensive spells.
I don't know anyone else, I only know you.
So, I'll use my dowry, the Thunder Bamboo, as a thank-you gift to have you teach me combat skills, how about that?
Wang Ning said slyly.
He realized she was trying to get something for nothing, a scheme to make money off someone else.
Qingfeng raised an eyebrow and released his grip on her cheek.
"You little rascal, you're quite the schemer."
"I can teach you demonic arts and cultivation techniques, but I have one condition."
"What are the conditions?"
Xiao Wang Ning quickly asked.
"Well, let's make a promise, when you grow up... how about it?"
Qingfeng stretched out his little finger.
"this……"
Although Xiao Wang Ning is young, being in the Miaoyin Sect, she has heard a lot of gossip and idle chatter among the female disciples.
Now, recalling those conversations, her face involuntarily turned red.
This time it really wasn't an act.
"Phew, okay! It's a deal then. When I grow up, I'll get married..."
Wang Ning took a deep breath, made up her mind, and extended her little finger.
"Pinky promise, whoever goes back on their word is a little sea lion."