Chapter 44 — Fellow Daoist Yang, a Modest Gentleman! Leng Yu Yan’s Favorable Impression!

The beauty in the Daoist robe was named Leng Yu Yan. Gripping her long sword, she said coldly, “Wei Hu, you are delusional! The Tri-Moonlight Flower is something I urgently need. If you leave now, I can pretend this never happened!”

“Humph!” Wei Hu was a burly middle-aged man. Hearing this, his face was full of disdain.

“Your nephew is nothing but trash! Using the Tri-Moonlight Flower on him would be a waste, wouldn’t it?”

“What did you say?” Leng Yu Yan’s almond-shaped eyes instantly turned frosty.

“It seems you’re not willing to hand it over!”

Wei Hu held his long blade horizontally before him, his domineering aura causing sword qi to surge forth.

“It’s just as well, Leng Yu Yan, you are the number one beauty of the Qing Ling Sect. Today, I’ll cripple you, take the Tri-Moonlight Flower, and enjoy the taste of this famed beauty of yours!”

Wei Hu slashed out with his sword, sending a dozens-of-zhang-long sword qi filled with killing intent towards Leng Yu Yan.

Leng Yu Yan barely managed to block it but was forced back dozens of zhang, a trickle of fresh blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.

Just one move and she was injured.

“Let’s see how many of my moves you can withstand!” Wei Hu’s sword light flashed through the air.

Leng Yu Yan could only desperately deflect his attacks. After over ten exchanges, Wei Hu’s sword struck Leng Yu Yan. Although she blocked it with her own sword, she was still sent flying away, spitting out a mouthful of blood as her aura instantly weakened.

“Haha, the number one beauty is nothing but a fragile vase, unable to withstand a single blow. Let me cripple you first before thoroughly enjoying you!” A cruel expression appeared on Wei Hu’s face as his sword qi pierced towards Leng Yu Yan’s abdomen, aiming to shatter the Golden Core in dantian and cripple her cultivation.

Leng Yu Yan closed her eyes in despair, having lost the ability to evade.

But at that moment, a gigantic handprint descended from the sky, slapping directly towards Wei Hu.

“Ah, who dares?!” Wei Hu roared furiously, raising his sword.

However, he was only at the peak of the Golden Core realm, while Yang Chen was at the Nascent Soul realm.

BANG!

The true qi handprint struck down heavily, forcing Wei Hu to kneel on one knee.

“Which bigshot is this? Who dares to meddle in the affairs of my Qing Ling Sect?” Wei Hu stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. But he showed no fear, only bellowing as his ferocious gaze swept the area.

Yang Chen slowly walked out from the mountain cave. He had heard of the Qing Ling Sect before – a cultivation force near the Lixiang Kingdom. The strongest within the sect were said to be at the early Nascent Soul realm, making it a major cultivation power.

Seeing Yang Chen stride forth from the void, Wei Hu’s expression froze. “A Nascent Soul cultivator!”

“This senior, I am Wei Hu, a Fifth Elder of the Qing Ling Sect, handling an internal sect matter. Please do not interfere!”

“Heh!” Yang Chen laughed. “A mere Golden Core dares to address me as ‘this senior’?”

He had reached the Nascent Soul realm yet had never referred to himself with such arrogance. For this Golden Core cultivator to address him as ‘this senior’ with such a haughty tone in his presence was truly courting death.

Yang Chen pointed his fingers like a sword, sending out a sword light.

SWISH!  

The incredibly fast sword qi struck Wei Hu’s shoulder before he could defend, severing his arm which flew into the air, spraying blood.

“Ah! My arm!”

Wei Hu cried out in pain. “You … who are you? Don’t you know? My father is the Paramount Elder of the Qing Ling Sect, a third stage Nascent Soul realm cultivator!”

Wei Hu tried to invoke backing from higher ups, but it had zero intimidating effect on Yang Chen. A cultivator merely at the third stage of the Nascent Soul realm – Yang Chen not only held the identity of the Xuantian Sect’s Holy Son, his current strength alone could defeat such an opponent.

Yang Chen didn’t even look at Wei Hu as he walked towards the beauty in the Daoist robe. He had saved her because she was the main lady blessed with providence luck.

“Fellow Daoist, are you alright?” Yang Chen asked gently, utterly different from when he severed Wei Hu’s arm moments ago.

“I … I’m fine!” Leng Yu Yan said in a daze. She had just been rescued?

The Nascent Soul cultivator before her had acted decisively and ruthlessly in severing Wei Hu’s arm, yet he didn’t seem like a bad person. In fact, he exuded the aura of a modest gentleman.

Regaining her senses, Leng Yu Yan hurriedly said, “I am Leng Yu Yan of the Qing Ling Sect. Thank you for your assistance, senior!”

Although Yang Chen appeared younger than her, Leng Yu Yan still addressed him as senior, following the etiquette of the cultivation world. Among cultivators of the same realm, even a First stage Golden Core realm cultivator could call a Tenth stage Golden Core cultivator as ‘Fellow Daoist’. However, for different realms, it was best for a Tenth stage Golden Core realm cultivator to address a cultivator at the first stage of the Nascent Soul realm as ‘senior’.

“No need for such courtesy!” Yang Chen waved it off. “Pulling out one’s sword to help when facing injustice is simply a cultivator’s duty! By the way, Fellow Daoist Leng need not address me as senior. I am Yang Chen!”

“So you are Fellow Daoist Yang!” Leng Yu Yan cupped her hands in salute.

At this moment, having staunched his bleeding, Wei Hu picked up his severed arm and flew up high, grudgingly saying, “You’ll pay for this!” Before fleeing by activating a secret technique.

Yang Chen made no move to pursue him. Since Leng Yu Yan was the female protagonist and Wei Hu was her enemy, he was likely an antagonist. So despite being able to kill Wei Hu, Yang Chen chose not to, leaving him alive to serve some future purpose as a dog or cannon fodder.

“Fellow Daoist Yang, that Wei Hu’s father is my sect’s Paramount Elder and strongest cultivator at the Third stage of the Nascent Soul realm! Thank you for your assistance today, but you should leave quickly, Fellow Daoist Yang!” Leng Yu Yan advised with concern.

Yang Chen shook his head. “No need to worry. I’m also a Nascent Soul cultivator. Even if I cannot defeat him, I can still flee, can’t I? Fellow Daoist Leng, I see your injuries are quite serious. Let me treat them first!”

“This …?” Leng Yu Yan hesitated briefly before nodding. “Then I’ll have to trouble you, Fellow Daoist Yang!”

Leng Yu Yan had sustained a direct blow from Wei Hu’s sword, her abdomen drenched in blood.

“Fellow Daoist Leng, I have some premium external injury spirit medicines here. Just apply them to your wound and it will heal rapidly! However, we are of different genders, so it would be inappropriate for me. You should do it yourself.”

Inside the cave, Yang Chen handed Leng Yu Yan a bottle of medicinal powder, then stepped outside, portraying the image of a gentleman.

Seeing Yang Chen’s back as he stood outside the cave entrance, Leng Yu Yan felt a warmth in her heart, but was soon conflicted.

She had initially planned to find a secluded spot in the cave to change clothes. But if she did so now, wouldn’t it appear as distrust towards Fellow Daoist Yang?

Alas, never mind.

Fellow Daoist Yang was such a modest gentleman, he would never take advantage of the situation.

Rather than seek cover, Leng Yu Yan turned her back to him, lifted her Daoist robe, and applied the medicinal powder onto her wound.

She then removed her robe completely.

Instantly, an endless spring of beauty was revealed within the cave.

However, Leng Yu Yan moved extremely quickly, changing into a new Daoist robe in the blink of an eye.

Throughout this process, Yang Chen did not turn back to sneak a peek.

Only when he heard Leng Yu Yan’s approaching footsteps did he turn around.

“Fellow Daoist Leng, have you changed?”

“Yes. Thank you for the spirit medicine, Fellow Daoist Yang. It is highly effective – I can already feel my sword wound healing rapidly!” Leng Yu Yan said in a soft voice.

But Yang Chen noticed a hint of a blush on her slender neck.

This woman was feeling shy.

“Fellow Daoist Leng, I am an old acquaintance of the Sect Master of the Qing Ling Sect and wish to pay a visit. May I trouble you for an introduction?” Yang Chen said.

“Ah?!” Leng Yu Yan was taken aback.

After all, Yang Chen had just severed Wei Hu’s arm. Going to the Qing Ling Sect now seemed like walking into a trap.

However, he did say he knew the Sect Master. If the Sect Master vouched for him, even the Paramount Elder likely wouldn’t dare make a move against Fellow Daoist Yang, who was also a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Even if the Paramount Elder acted, he alone would find it difficult to detain Fellow Daoist Yang.

Moreover, she felt that her encounter with Yang Chen was fateful. It would be a pity for them to part ways so abruptly.

Thus, she agreed.

“Very well, Fellow Daoist Yang, let us return together! This will also allow me to seek some cultivation advice from you!”

“Haha, good!” Yang Chen laughed heartily.

Leng Yu Yan stole a glance at him with her beautiful eyes, her fair cheeks reddening slightly.

This Fellow Daoist Yang had such a sunny, open demeanor.

And he was rather handsome too.

[Ding! Through a series of performances, the host has caused Leng Yu Yan to develop a favorable impression, plundering 200 points of Providence Luck from the Child of Destiny Ye Yun. The host gains 200 VPs!]

Hmm?

Yang Chen was stunned. Leng Yu Yan had developed a favorable impression of him? Plundering 200 points of Providence Luck from the Child of Destiny?

Was this the starting again?

Kek.