Chapter 207: Nascent Soul Collision

After all, Song Qingyu's cultivation had already reached the ninth layer of Qi Refining, and her own senses had long since far exceeded those of ordinary mortals. With so few people in the shop on the first floor, it was indeed unlikely that she would not notice the two of them.

Hearing Song Xinyu's words, Song Qingming's expression went blank. He carefully glanced at Fire Phoenix and discovered that her eyes had indeed already slowly turned toward him, and he could not help but become nervous.

"You don't need to follow me anymore. Don't forget what I told you. Remember, if you dare to mention me to others, there will no longer be a place called Mount Funiu in this Wei State from now on."

Fire Phoenix did not seem to care much about what Song Qingyu said. After reminding Song Qingming with a serious expression, she directly put on an ordinary bamboo hat to cover her face and left the Golden Phoenix Pavilion.

Seeing that Fire Phoenix had already walked out the door, Song Qingming finally breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his head and said impatiently to Song Qingyu:

"If you want the Sky Fire Roc, just go find her yourself. Why do you need to ask me?"

"I just happened to see you here, so I asked casually, to avoid you saying later that I never greet you. Seventh Brother, who was that person who just left?"

Song Xinyu looked at Fire Phoenix, who had already left, and looked curiously at the nervous Song Qingming.

"Alright, alright! I know. You go yourself; why are you asking so many blind questions?" Song Qingming waved his hand at her, turned around, and returned to the private room where Fire Phoenix had just spoken to him, sitting blankly on the chair from before.

More than five years had passed, and Song Qingming did not expect that he still had not been able to shake off Fire Phoenix's control. He did not know if he would have the luck to return alive after going to the Taiyue Secret Realm with her this time.

When Fire Phoenix let him go back then, Song Qingming thought that as long as he did not penetrate deep into the Fuyun Mountain Range in the future, he would not encounter Fire Phoenix again. He never would have thought that she would actually come knocking on his door directly.

Meeting Fire Phoenix this time could truly be described as making him sit on pins and needles. At the time, the uninformed Li Quan almost wanted to drive her out, which almost scared Song Qingming out of his wits.

With a Demon King like Fire Phoenix, whose temper was unpredictable, Song Qingming was truly afraid that she would flip the entire Qinghe Market if she got angry. He did not doubt the warning she gave before leaving at all. To her, a small Foundation Establishment family like the Song family was indeed an existence she could wipe out at will.

Speaking of which, he really had to thank Huang Siyuan. If she hadn't persuaded him, he might have truly given Fire Phoenix the cold shoulder.

If he had truly offended her because of that today, Song Qingming shuddered to think what kind of end he would have met.

Since he had already sent Fire Phoenix away, what choice should he make next? At this moment, Song Qingming's heart was filled with mixed feelings, and he did not know where his next step should lead.

If he were to inform the Xiaoyao Sect directly about this matter, would they care about his life or death? Would the Xiaoyao Sect truly go against a transformed Demon Emperor like Fire Phoenix for the sake of a small Song family?

When he returned from the Fuyun Mountain Range five years ago, Song Qingming had also had this thought, but he never had any confidence in his heart, nor could he find a suitable excuse to explain how he had escaped back.

Once the Xiaoyao Sect used the Soul-Questioning Talisman on him and learned that he had helped Fire Phoenix go to the secret realm to take treasures back then, would they let him go in the end?

From the afternoon until dusk, Song Qingming sat alone in the private room before finally walking out.

During this period, Huang Siyuan, Li Quan, and others, who did not know what had happened, had gone to knock on the door, but Song Qingming had ignored them.

Seeing that he had suddenly locked himself inside, Huang Siyuan did not know the reason, but after thinking about it, she instructed others not to go in and disturb him first.

"What happened today? Was that person a friend of yours?" It was not until Song Qingming took the initiative to walk out that Huang Siyuan approached him to ask.

At this time, Song Qingming had already recovered. He hurriedly smiled and replied: "It's nothing. She is someone I knew in the Guiyun Market in the past who once helped me. Remember, if you see her again in the future, you must not be negligent."

Huang Siyuan nodded, and then seeing Song Qingming walking toward the door, she pursed her lips and asked again: "Are you returning to Mount Funiu today?"

"I won't go back yet. I still need to go to Mount Taiyuan. If you want to go back, you can come with me." Song Qingming stopped his steps and looked at Huang Siyuan.

Seeing her shake her head gently, she said: "If you have things to do, don't take me. I also went back once a while ago, and there is nothing going on at home."

Hearing Huang Siyuan's words, Song Qingming did not say anything more. He nodded and turned to walk out.

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In a desolate mountain several thousand miles away, with a loud bang, Li Mufeng and the middle-aged man appeared on both sides of the mountain peak.

The two had been fighting here for more than ten days. The surrounding hundred miles of land had long since been beaten into a barren wasteland, with flames soaring into the sky and mountains and rivers displaced everywhere—a scene like purgatory.

The commotion caused by the two fighting had long since alarmed some cultivators passing by nearby. The first few Foundation Establishment cultivators to arrive, seeing such a scene from afar, were directly frightened and hurriedly turned their sword lights to flee the place.

Where could they, these low-tier cultivators, get involved in such a Nascent Soul-level battle scene? Even if they just got closer, they would likely be shaken to death on the spot by the aftermath of the spell-casting. It was feared that no one in the entire Wei State had seen a cultivator of this level fighting for over a hundred years.

"Fellow Daoist Jinyu's cultivation is so profound; I truly admire it. However, with the two of us fighting like this, we cannot determine a winner. Why don't we temporarily stop and make peace?" Li Mufeng held a sword in one hand and a golden thunder ball in the other, calmly shouting to the middle-aged man in the distance.

This middle-aged man was none other than the Golden Feather Demon Emperor, who had dominated the Fuyun Mountain Range in the north of the Wei State for two thousand years.

The Golden Feather Demon Emperor looked at Li Mufeng and felt very emotional in his heart: "A few hundred years ago, the Li Mufeng before me was nothing more than a small Golden Core cultivator. Who would have thought that his strength today would actually be on par with me, a Demon Emperor who has attained the Dao for two thousand years? The cultivation speed of human cultivators is truly often unexpected."

Although the Golden Feather Demon Emperor's cultivation was higher than Li Mufeng's, in a Nascent Soul-level battle, unless the strength difference was too vast, it was very difficult to kill the opponent. Both he and Li Mufeng knew this clearly; neither of them had the confidence to keep the other.

Seeing that his goal of dragging him for a few days had already been achieved, the Golden Feather Demon Emperor put away the golden light on his body and took a step back.

"I have just been staying at home for too long and came out to loosen my muscles. Fellow Daoist Li being able to accompany me for a fight can be considered as helping me relieve boredom. Let's stop here for today. When we have time in the future, we can come out and spar again!"

"I, Li Mufeng, have benefited a lot from today's battle. Since Fellow Daoist Jinyu has this wish, I will naturally come to accompany you."

A golden light flashed, and the Golden Feather Demon Emperor on the side of the mountain peak had already disappeared. Seeing that this troublesome opponent was finally leaving, Li Mufeng also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Ever since his master passed away, the north of the Wei State had become increasingly restless over these past few hundred years. If only the sect could cultivate another Nascent Soul cultivator. It was a pity that resources in the Wei State were relatively scarce, and he did not know when the Xiaoyao Sect would be able to achieve this.

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