Chapter 961 - 958: Senior Sister

Whooo whooo whooo whooo whooo whooo...

The waning moon hung high; the night wind was like a blade. The beastly roars echoing through the endless mountain range were instantly shredded to tatters.

Mountains, cold moon—between the vast heavens and earth, a desolate, mournful air filled everything, making a chill of horror involuntarily rise from the depth of one’s heart.

Amid a patch of scattered rocks in a mountain hollow, a leaping bonfire added a few strands of vitality to the heavy night.

Leaning against a huge boulder, Luo Feng poked at the campfire.

Staring at the ghostly dancing flames, Luo Feng muttered to himself:

"This is already deep within Cloud Peak. By tomorrow morning I should be able to return to the Golden Palace. I wonder if Xia Yunjing and the others made it back safely—and Shui Linglong. Last time she was chasing down the Blood Saber Demon General in the Misty Swamp, yet the Blood Saber Demon General and the Blood Poison Demonic General both appeared in Dayang City instead..."

Crack!

The twig in his hand suddenly snapped, cutting off Luo Feng’s train of thought.

Letting out a bitter smile, Luo Feng stopped letting his imagination run wild. Shui Linglong’s status was exalted; if something truly had happened to her, there should have been some word of it in East Flame City.

With a thought, Luo Feng took out a wooden box and a wine jar.

Pop!

The stopper came off, and a rich bouquet of wine rushed to his face.

"Good wine!"

The liquor entered his mouth, and Luo Feng couldn’t help but praise it from the heart.

When the wine surged into his viscera, there was none of the burning harshness of strong spirits. Instead, there was a cool sensation, like rain and dew moistening him, making his whole body feel several parts clearer, all fatigue washed away.

Lifting the wooden box, Luo Feng took a piece of pastry, the corners of his lips curving into a faint smile.

On the round pastry were dotted a few red leaves, which made it look like a smiling face. If he hadn’t known beforehand, Luo Feng would never have believed this was made by the shy, reserved Xiao Sang.

After eating more than half of the pastries in the wooden box, Luo Feng clapped his hands and prepared to start cultivating.

In the latter three levels of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, each level was harder to break through than the last. Luo Feng had already touched the threshold of the eighth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, but without an opportunity, he would still need a period of accumulation to break through.

"Lu Xiao Yun has already broken through to the ninth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. With my current strength, I am still far from enough. If I want to surpass him, I can’t waste a single moment..."

The thought flashed through his mind. Luo Feng sat cross-legged and began to circulate the Divine Dragon Nine Changes.

Cultivation Technique and Martial Arts are all external factors; the foundation of cultivation ultimately still depends on the Martial Artist himself.

Even with a top-tier Cultivation Technique, if one doesn’t cultivate diligently, sooner or later one will be lost in the crowd. Luo Feng saw this very clearly.

Ooo...

As one dragon’s roar after another echoed within his body, the speed at which Luo Feng circulated his Yuan Qi gradually increased.

Being in the dangerous Cloud Peak mountain range, he didn’t dare to be careless, leaving a strand of his mind outside to keep watch on every rustle of wind and grass nearby.

Doing this would indeed affect his cultivation speed, but his life would not be put at risk.

The night deepened.

As his Yuan Qi completed one Grand Circulation after another in his body, the remnant of Elder Huang’s origin Yuan Qi within him grew less and less, more than eighty percent already devoured.

Once he completely refined the remaining Yuan Qi of a peak eighth-level Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist in his body, Luo Feng estimated that he would be just about able to step into the eighth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm.

Whoosh...

The night wind suddenly grew violent, sending the gravel on the ground rolling in all directions.

Hm?

Luo Feng’s brows twitched; he suddenly opened his eyes.

Bang!

With a casual slap he extinguished the bonfire. His figure flickered as he hid within the shadows of the rocks, eyes narrowed as he stared toward the western night sky.

A few breaths later, a point of seven-colored radiance suddenly appeared in the pitch-black sky.

The light grew larger and larger, dyeing the clouds in bizarre hues. With the help of the dim moonlight, he could faintly see a slender figure wrapped within.

"Who’s so bold as to dare fly over Cloud Peak at night..."

Luo Feng was a bit surprised.

Though this Cloud Peak mountain range wasn’t some infamous deathtrap, it was still infested with countless ferocious Demon Beasts, extremely dangerous. Even Luo Feng did not dare be so ostentatious.

Moreover, this direction led to Linglong Hall. For a moment, his curiosity about the newcomer’s identity deepened.

The Seven-Colored Mysterious Light cloud was extremely fast; within a few breaths, it had already reached the sky above Luo Feng.

Amid the resplendent radiance, a delicate-featured woman stepped on seven-colored flowing light, strolling as if in a leisurely courtyard walk—her speed looked slow, yet was in fact unbelievably fast.

"It’s her!"

Seeing the newcomer, Luo Feng’s brows lifted and the corner of his lips hooked into a slight smile. His figure blurred, appearing a hundred meters away, dark red flames surging from his body as he took a single step down.

Rumble!

The mountain range quaked. A hundred-meter peak snapped in half, its thirty- to forty-meter-high summit turning into a massive fireball that crashed through the air toward the woman passing overhead, its momentum tyrannical.

"Hmph!"

A soft snort sounded in midair. On the delicate, pretty face there wasn’t the slightest hint of panic. She halted her figure, and her fair, clean palm lightly pressed down in the air.

"Hundred Flowers Catastrophe!"

Buzz!

The Seven-Colored Mysterious Light flared. One blossom after another bloomed and shattered in midair, seven-colored petals filling the sky, dancing in the air as if a rain of flowers were falling, dyeing the night sky in seven hues, incomparably gorgeous.

Rumble!

The giant fireball crashed into the flower rain and was instantly pulverized. The shockwave it produced directly sheared the two nearby peaks—formed from Grand Momentum—cleanly in half. Rubble shot everywhere, gouging pit after pit into the ground.

Swish!

Luo Feng had anticipated this and immediately raised a Yuan Qi barrier, blocking the spreading shockwave. Even so, his entire body was blasted dozens of meters away and nearly buried by the tumbling rocks.

The woman’s Daimei arched slightly, a trace of cold amusement at her lips. She casually extended a finger and tapped.

Buzz!

The air rippled in fine concentric waves. At the jade-like tip of her slender finger, a dense point of Seven-Colored Mysterious Light condensed.

An instant later, the light suddenly swelled, turning into a huge Seven-Colored Spirit Flower that spun downward toward Luo Feng’s position.

Chi chi chi chi...

The petals sliced the air into shreds, their edge terrifying. Gravel that had yet to even approach was turned directly to powder.

Just then, a clear, bright voice suddenly rang out from within the rocks.

"Senior Sister, you truly are formidable. Luo Feng concedes defeat."

At these words, the delicate-featured woman’s gaze flickered slightly. With a casual wave, that terrifying Seven-Colored Spirit Flower, which seemed to hold boundless might, dissipated into nothingness.

Stepping on flowing light, the delicate-featured woman appeared before Luo Feng in an instant.

Her brows were fine and eyes clear. Her plain dress was embroidered with plum blossoms, her manner elegant, carrying the bearing of a great noble lady. She was precisely Linglong Hall’s senior-most sister, Yan Feihua.

Her bright eyes swept lightly; Yan Feihua’s gaze fell on Luo Feng, a smile at her lips that was hard to say whether pleased or annoyed:

"Junior Brother Luo Feng, what exactly are you doing?"

Luo Feng patted the dust from his clothes and walked out from the rocks, smiling:

"I was cultivating here just now when I suddenly sensed a powerful aura approaching. I thought a Demon Beast was attacking and struck out in haste. I didn’t expect it to be Senior Sister. I’ve taken the liberty; I hope Senior Sister won’t hold it against me."

"Struck out in haste?"

Yan Feihua’s lips curved as she waved her hand. A tearing sound split the air, and the wine jar a kilometer away shot into her hand.

Luo Feng’s heart thudded; he secretly thought, this is bad.

The wine jar was a kilometer away while he was standing here—clearly not the act of someone attacking in a hurry.

Yan Feihua brought her fine nose close to the mouth of the jar and gently sniffed, nodding:

"The aroma is rich but not harsh, with an aftertaste bearing the fresh fragrance of rain and dew. This is Qingyang Jade Dew Wine produced only in the Dali Dynasty."

As she spoke, Yan Feihua tilted her neck and took a sip. Her eyes brightened slightly as she praised:

"This wine must be about two hundred years old. When I was a guest in the Imperial City of the Dali Dynasty, the Qingyang Jade Dew Wine I drank was no better than this. Junior Brother, I didn’t expect you to have such a fine vintage."

At this point, Yan Feihua suddenly paused. The starry eyes beneath her Daimei looked at Luo Feng, her smile narrowing with amusement. "Junior Brother, you just now..."

How could Luo Feng not understand what Yan Feihua meant? He sighed inwardly and had no choice but to take out his remaining jar of Qingyang Jade Dew Wine.

"If Senior Sister likes it, there is still one more jar."

"Mm, then Senior Sister won’t stand on ceremony."

Yan Feihua extended her jade hand, took the wine jar, and stored it in her storage ring. She no longer pursued the previous matter, as if nothing at all had happened.

Luo Feng smiled wryly. To have become the senior-most sister... she truly was no ordinary person.

Having secured a jar of Qingyang Rain Dew Wine, Yan Feihua was in excellent spirits. Thinking of the power in Luo Feng’s earlier strike, a hint of doubt flowed between her brows. Her gaze fell on Luo Feng, and with just a single look, her eyes froze.

"Eh! Junior Brother, your cultivation..."