Chapter 70 - Get Lost!

“A mere true essence realm cultivator dares to act arrogantly before me, courting death!” Zhong Chen’s mother is the sect master of the Wood Sect, and his father is also a true disciple of the Five Elements Sect. Thus, in the realm of the Wood Sect, no one dared to provoke him, letting him develop an arrogant demeanor.

Today, however, he encountered Leng Yan, who not only contended with him for the magical treasure but also dared to act extremely arrogant in his presence. This filled him with rage, and with a wave of his hand, a massive wooden pillar crashed toward Leng Yan.

“With just this pathetic skill, you dare to speak wildly here? I think you’re tired of living!”

The elements mutually generate and overcome each other. Zhong Chen’s cultivation technique was an ordinary wood element technique, whereas Leng Yan cultivated the Purple Gold Emperor Technique. Metal overcomes wood, giving Leng Yan an absolute advantage.

The golden greatsword transformed into a golden streak and surged forward as Leng Yan spoke.

“Boom!”

The greatsword split the wooden pillar in two, its momentum unabated, carrying a fierce sword qi toward Zhong Chen.

“How can it be? Green wood shield, block it!” Zhong Chen hadn’t expected Leng Yan to be so formidable. He wasn’t even a match for him, unable to withstand a single move. He hurriedly summoned his magical treasure to defend against Leng Yan’s magical technique.

At this moment, Leng Yan resembled a cat, playing with a mouse with keen interest.

Zhong Chen, on the other hand, could only scramble in panic, his former pride completely gone. The young woman in green was at the initial stage of the true essence realm, frozen in place with terror written on her face, not daring to flee.

“This is the Purple Gold Emperor Technique! You’re Leng Yan!” Humiliated by Leng Yan, Zhong Chen suddenly seemed to remember something, looking at Leng Yan and shouting loudly.

“You know me? Come here!”

Leng Yan didn’t consider himself to have charm renowned far and wide. Zhong Chen recognizing him surely held some secret.

The water essence power in the air was condensed by Leng Yan into a massive hand. The Spirit of Desire turned into desires that entangled Zhong Chen, causing him to momentarily lose focus, while the massive hand seized him in its grasp. Then, he was pulled in front of Leng Yan.

Leng Yan initially thought Zhong Chen would quickly escape the illusory realm, but unexpectedly, he seemed to be enamored with it. Every sect has a cultivation technique for maintaining clarity of mind and dispelling illusions, such as the Ice Heart Technique in the Black Tortoise Ice Heart Technique, which is meant to clear the mind.

However, Zhong Chen was unable to extricate himself from the illusionary world, or rather, he was unwilling to. This showed his lack of mental fortitude.

With a slight movement of his fingers, the desires dissipated, and Zhong Chen awoke from the illusory realm. When he saw himself imprisoned by Leng Yan, his face turned ashen, and he cried out, “What do you want? You can’t kill me; my parents are golden core realm cultivators. Even if you know the Purple Gold Emperor Technique, you’re no match for them. Let me go, and I won’t tell them anything!”

“Calm down, don’t panic! As long as you answer my questions, I’ll consider letting you go!” Leng Yan said with a cold smile.

“What questions? I’ll tell you everything I know,” Zhong Chen replied quickly.

“Great!”

Leng Yan smiled, waved his hand to knock the young woman unconscious, and stored her in the immortal land. He then asked, “How did you know my name?”

“This… this… I…” Zhong Chen’s eyes darted around as if he were fearful of something.

“Don’t stall! Speak, and you still have a chance to live. If you don’t, I’ll end your life right now. It’s your choice.” Unconsciously, Leng Yan adopted the tone of the old man, half coaxing, half threatening.

“I’ll tell you… Please don’t kill me!” Zhong Chen, frightened, quickly said.

“Then speak up!” Leng Yan willed, and the hand formed of water began to emit cold air, freezing. If Zhong Chen hesitated further, Leng Yan was ready to make him suffer.

Zhong Chen quickly realized Leng Yan’s intent and said, “Not long ago, Jin Kuang from the Jin Sect contacted my father. He mentioned someone named Leng Yan had acquired the Purple Gold Emperor Technique and wanted to collaborate with my father to kill you and seize the technique. I realized this only after recognizing your technique earlier. That’s all I know, please don’t kill me.”

Leng Yan’s expression tightened. Having Jin Kuang involved was already troublesome; adding another golden core realm cultivator made it even more dangerous! His face turned cold as he asked, “Did your father agree?”

“I… I don’t know!” Zhong Chen said, his eyes shifting.

Leng Yan’s eyes flashed with a cold light as he responded in a chilling voice, “You’d better tell the truth. I hate being lied to, and the consequence will be your life to quench my anger! I’ll ask you one last time-did your father agree or not?”

As Leng Yan’s cold voice pressed on, a wisp of cold air formed into an ice blade, creating a long cut across Zhong Chen’s chest. Leng Yan moved slowly, allowing the eye to witness the blade slicing through the skin and the blood oozing out.

“Ah! I’ll tell the truth! My father has agreed,” Zhong Chen said in agony.

Hearing this, Leng Yan felt a weight in his heart, but a moment later, an idea sparked in his mind, causing him to smile brightly. Looking at Zhong Chen, he said, “If you’d spoken the truth from the start, you wouldn’t have had to suffer! From today, you’ll stay by my side until your father picks you up!”

The Spirit of Desire once again occupied Zhong Chen’s spiritual awareness, and Leng Yan implanted the spirit-fixing needle into his sea of consciousness. Just as Leng Yan was about to bring him into the immortal land, a flying sword suddenly zoomed in, forcing Leng Yan to quickly evade with Zhong Chen.

“Release the young sect master, or face death.” Following the flying sword was a green-robed man, exuding a cultivation level at the Late Stage of the Heavenly Realm.

“Get lost!”

Leng Yan waved his hand, utilizing his full strength for the first time, sending forth a golden fist the size of a bronze cauldron.

The green-robed man’s expression changed drastically. He hurriedly retreated, continuously casting various defensive magical techniques, only managing to halt Leng Yan’s assault a hundred meters away.

During this time, Leng Yan managed to store Zhong Chen into the immortal land.

“Hmph! Tell Zhong Chen’s parents if they want their son back, come to the Water Sect to find me. Remember, my name is Leng Yan.” Wanting no further entanglements, Leng Yan stepped onto his flying sword, and in the blink of an eye, he was several miles away.

“Leng Yan! Such formidable strength-even if I wanted to defeat him, it would cost me dearly. Killing him would be too difficult. Ah! If I had known he was this strong, I should have found help. Well, too late now.” The green-robed man muttered to himself as he watched Leng Yan depart.

Without stopping, Leng Yan traveled nonstop and, a day later, saw the mountain gate of the Water Sect in the distance.

Descending from his flying sword, he began walking toward the summit. Along the way, many disciples respectfully greeted him as senior brother upon seeing him.

It was evident that the previous arena contest at the Water Sect had earned him considerable respect.

Leng Yan returned to the master’s pavilion, where Shui Yunyao was already waiting in the hall. Seeing him return safely, she smiled happily and said, “You came back quite quickly! Didn’t you want to stay out and enjoy a bit longer?”

“I was thinking of you, so I rushed back as fast as I could. What about you? Did you miss me?” Leng Yan walked up to her, taking her soft, delicate hands in his, and said with a smile.

“Smooth talker. Who knows who you were thinking about out there?” Shui Yunyao said, her demeanor like that of a jealous girl, her head lowered and cheeks flushed.

“Don’t trust me? Fine! Then the gift I got for you… I might as well give it to some junior sister instead.” Leng Yan feigned a hurt expression, pretending to be upset, while holding the gold hairpin in his hand.

“No, don’t! I believe you. Is this really for me?” Every girl loves receiving gifts from the man she cares about. Despite being a cultivator, Shui Yunyao was no different. Seeing the gift in Leng Yan’s hand brought an unmistakable look of happiness to her face.

“Of course, it’s for you! Here, let me put it on you.” Leng Yan said with a smile.

“Okay,” Shui Yunyao whispered, tilting her head slightly.

Leng Yan washed the gold hairpin with clear water and gently inserted it into Shui Yunyao’s hair. Then he looked at her rosy lips and kissed her.

Shui Yunyao’s face turned a deep red, her eyes softly closed, offering no resistance. She let Leng Yan’s warm lips press against hers.

The moist sensation and the warmth at their noses left them breathless and their hearts racing. As Leng Yan took the lead, their love reached a deeply intimate level at that moment.

After a while, their lips parted, and Leng Yan smiled, asking, “Do you like it?”

“Yes, I like everything you give me,” Shui Yunyao replied, gently touching the gold hairpin, her smile radiant.

“So, if I give myself to you, would you like that?” Leng Yan asked with a mischievous grin.

“I would, but I don’t want it just yet. Let’s keep it with you for safekeeping,” Shui Yunyao said with a smile.

“Alright, just let me know whenever you want it. I’m always ready to offer myself,” Leng Yan responded, standing straight and speaking seriously.

“Scoundrel!” Shui Yunyao said playfully, feigning anger.