Chapter 842: Women Only Affect the Speed at Which I Draw My Sword!

Ye Qingran's gaze sank; where would she ever agree?

She flashed aside, dodging, and the other seized the opening, his eyes flashing crimson.

"You think you can snatch the Nether Dark Fire?"

Ye Qingran recognized him at a glance.

He was a middle‑aged man and one of the few owners of Spirit Fire. Perhaps because he understood various Spirit Fires and Divine Fires, he knew how rare the Nether Dark Fire was, and that sparked his malicious intent.

Xuan Yuan Luo and the others swiftly surrounded the man.

"Everyone, charge and seize the Nether Dark Fire!" he shouted loudly, trying to rally more people, but what sent a chill down his spine was that nobody paid him any heed.

The others were not foolish.

Not to mention Ye Qingran's formidable strength and status, even those around her are not ones they could provoke.

They were not foolish; the weight of Divine Fire versus fate was obvious.

The man seemed not to have expected this situation, and was extremely embarrassed for a moment.

"So you just want the Nether Dark Fire?" Ye Qingran asked with a smile.

"Who wouldn't want a treasure like the Nether Dark Fire?" the man gritted his teeth, giving up.

"The Nether Dark Fire cannot be given to you, but I can let you witness its power..."

"Perfect, then use your Spirit Fire to practice!"

Ye Qingran said, and while the man wore a terrified expression, she waved the Nether Dark Fire, "Ready to start business!"

Although the Nether Dark Fire was already like fish on Ye Qingran's chopping board, its nature was hard to change; at the sight of Spirit Fire, it instantly cast aside its temporary disappointment.

In this world, only a delicious Fire Seed must not be wasted!

"Amu! Amu! Amu!"

The Nether Dark Fire emitted a sound like a big gulp, a soft and cute voice, surprisingly adorable; no one could have imagined such a cute sound came from a hellish creature.

The man was restrained by Ye Qingran; his Spirit Fire was stripped from his body, the Fire Seed floated in the air, shimmering orange‑yellow.

The Nether Dark Fire hadn't tasted a delicious flame in a long time; even though it was only Spirit Fire, it still made its appetite stir.

"Amu~"

Ye Qingran shifted her thoughts, and Jiu Tian Xi Rang formed a small Barrier; the Nether Dark Fire was freed, lunged toward that Spirit Fire, opened its massive gaping maw, and swallowed it whole!

Everyone present, including Ye Qingran, had never seen the Nether Dark Fire devour another flame; seeing it for the first time left them deeply shocked.

Spirit Fire, before the Nether Dark Fire, was truly just food!

With no defense, no resistance, it was simply swallowed!

In the blink of an eye, the Spirit Fire became part of the Nether Dark Fire, and the Nether Dark Fire visibly grew stronger!

"Simple and brutal, as expected!" Ye Qingran couldn't help but exclaim.

The Nether Dark Fire that ate the Spirit Fire let out a belch, seeming very satisfied, and didn't even struggle.

Ye Qingran flamboyantly waved her hand, "Follow me, and from now on Spirit Fire and Divine Fire will be yours!"

Everyone: "......"

Don't think we can't tell; we suspect you're deceiving the pure Fire Seed!

Perhaps the Nether Dark Fire has been hidden away too long, never battered by society, and truly believed Ye Qingran's nonsense!

"Amu! Amu! Amu!"

Delicious Fire Seed!

It loves it!

The Nether Dark Fire circled Ye Qingran three times.

It looked very excited.

Even its form unintentionally shifted from a terrifying giant python to a little butterfly!

The people around found it somewhat hard to look at directly.

Kid, wake up! You've been deceived, you know?

The Nether Dark Fire didn't know that; it only knew it had something tasty!

A cunning glint flashed in Ye Qingran's eyes; she hadn't expected the Nether Dark Fire to be so easily duped—had she known, she wouldn't have summoned Jiu Tian Xi Rang, such a waste.

"Alright, let's cross the bridge."

Since the Nether Dark Fire had been subdued, the Abyss's Northern Dipper Seven-Star Formation lost its formation eye, naturally becoming ineffective, and those black giant hands would no longer appear.

Ye Qingran led the way onto the bridge and crossed smoothly without any danger.

After everyone had crossed, Ye Qingran's party re-entered the passage and advanced forward.

Watching Ye Qingran leave, Bai Zichuan couldn't help being extremely annoyed.

Who would have thought Ye Qingran not only crossed the bridge smoothly but also obtained the Nether Dark Fire, a rare Fire Seed in the world!

"Damned!"

Bai Zichuan punched the transparent wall, jealousy reddening his eyes.

In the passage, with Lu Yunfeng and others joining, the atmosphere instantly became much livelier.

"Instructor Ye, you're unbelievably impressive! How did you discover the Nether Dark Fire?"

"And that Northern Dipper Seven-Star Formation! Sister Ran, you truly have keen observation!"

"Well, and don't you think about whose young lady it is!"

Excited voices of Ye Qingran's various fangirls echoed through the passage.

Fu San, who had finally managed to hold Han Xing's hand, temporarily lost that privilege.

Only Fu Hanxiu alone firmly occupied Ye Qingran's embrace, feeling completely satisfied.

As for his sons, they could only settle for staying by their mother's side, not even getting to hold hands, which was extremely depressing.

"Dad, you're already a mature dad, you should have learned to walk on your own!"

Fu Hanxiu coldly said, "I'm still young."

Xiao Hu choked.

He and Xiao Chen are both six years old, while Dad is now five.

They're a year older than Dad; who should they reason with?

"You're Xia Zhimeng, right? I've heard Instructor Ye mention you!" Hong Wu looked at the equally pretty, cute, obedient and sensible Xia Zhimeng beside her and began to socialize.

Xia Zhimeng shyly nodded, "Yes, and you are?"

"I'm Hong Wu, pleased to meet you!"

The two shook hands.

Then Qin Feixue and the other Renxu 108 Class disciples also greeted Xia Zhimeng one by one.

Those of Renxu 108 Class had all heard Ye Qingran speak of Xiliang City, and names like Xia Zhimeng, Ling Shaoyang, and Gu Dongliu were all recognizable.

However, Gu Dongliu was absent.

After everyone finished greeting each other, they gradually grew familiar. After all, they were all approved by Ye Qingran, their characters were flawless, they were all dashing individuals, they shared common language, and got along quite happily.

During that time, Duan Yu's gaze occasionally flicked toward Feng Yi; the wooden block Feng Yi didn't notice, but Xuan Yuan Luo beside him did.

So he nudged Feng Yi with his elbow.

"What are you doing?"

Feng Yi looked at Xuan Yuan Luo, puzzled.

Bai Bing heard the sound and immediately cast an interested glance at Feng Yi and Xuan Yuan Luo.

It can't be…

Fine, she admits her gay eye sees people as gay.

Xuan Yuan Luo asked, "Brother Feng Yi, I heard you're also in your twenties; when do you plan to get married?"

When the question was raised, everyone looked at Feng Yi curiously, eager to hear his answer.

Feng Yi stared at Xuan Yuan Luo expressionlessly, "You're a year older than me; when will you get married?"

Xuan Yuan Luo twitched the corner of his mouth, "I was the one who asked you first."

Feng Yi shook his head, "I don't intend to marry; women only slow down my sword‑drawing speed."

Uh…

Even Ye Qingran couldn't help but be speechless.

This steel‑cold straight man! Single by strength!

Xuan Yuan Luo raised an eyebrow, "Have you ever thought that maybe a woman could make your sword‑drawing speed faster?"

Feng Yi's brow twitched, "Impossible!"

Ye Qingran gave Xuan Yuan Luo a withering look, "Xuan Yuan Luo, shut up! You've been single since birth for so many years; how can you lecture others?"

"I…"

Xuan Yuan Luo's face flushed.

Little brat, such words are fine in private, but in public they damage my image!

Ye Qingran, although thinking Feng Yi's temperament makes finding a wife difficult, his qualifications were there; once he awakens, finding a wife would be easy.

Moreover, Feng Yi wasn't old, and his single‑minded pursuit of swordsmanship wasn't bad.

However…

"Feng Yi, swordsmanship won't be affected by you taking a wife; as long as your Dao heart remains pure. As the saying goes, the mortal world refines the heart, and to some extent, it's beneficial to you."

Ye Qingran's voice drifted softly, enlightening many.

"However, I hope you can follow your heart and fate, without forcing it."

On the path of swordsmanship, Feng Yi has always been arrogant, looking down on everything, yet only before Ye Qingran can he humbly take her words to heart.

"I understand!"

Xuan Yuan Luo looked at Ye Qingran, a trace of loneliness flashing in his eyes.

Back then, when he first saw her, his heart moved.

But he had always known that there would be no outcome between them.

Because they were not people of the same world.

Even though he was unparalleled in the mortal world, he could never match her.

So he kept that affection hidden in his heart, hoping time would erode and forget it.

Now she lives well, has someone she loves and cute children; it's also time for him to let go.

Ye Qingran, thank you for appearing in my life, dazzling time.

I hope you can always be this happy.