Bang!
“Ahhh…”
As Tian Fan exuded a murderous aura, Zi Ying grabbed a plate from the ground and hurled it at him.
“What are you so smug about? How dare you show killing intent in front of me? What’s your problem with me?”
Tian Fan felt utterly wronged. He hadn’t even targeted her, and she was the one who started asking questions. How did it end up being his fault?
“Ugh, it’s getting late. Time to sleep.”
Just as Tian Fan was about to explain, Zi Ying yawned and flopped onto the bed. But moments later, she sat up again, furrowing her brows as she looked at Tian Fan standing there. “Pervert! I’m trying to sleep. Why are you still here!?”
Tian Fan felt utterly helpless. Staring at Zi Ying, who was pouting her lips, he didn’t want to bring up the awkward truth. But in the end, he couldn’t help but blurt it out: “Zi Ying, you only booked one room. Where do you expect me to go…?”
“Oh, ah, right, I forgot. Hehe…”
Zi Ying stuck out her tongue and casually tossed a hefty silver ingot at Tian Fan.
The next morning, Tian Fan woke up early and ordered breakfast. However, after waiting a long time, there was still no sign of movement from Zi Ying’s room. In the end, Tian Fan stealthily pushed open her door, and the sight before him left him stunned.
The lazy tiger cub Xiao Hua sprawled on one side of the bed. Tian Fan’s gaze shifted, landing on a snow-white leg peeking out from the blanket—a flawless masterpiece of nature. As his eyes traveled upward, he saw Zi Ying’s serene smile. Her jade-like hand dangled from the bedside, and beneath the sheer fabric, the faint outline of her fair skin teased the imagination. His eyes became glued to the sight.
“Hm? What’s dripping…?”
Suddenly, Tian Fan felt something trickle down from above and touch his lips. It was salty and fishy. Wiping it with his hand, he immediately rolled his eyes and silently cursed himself for being so useless.
Seeing Zi Ying sleep so soundly, Tian Fan didn’t have the heart to disturb her. He tiptoed over, carefully tucked her in, and, gazing at her ethereal beauty, couldn’t resist gently tapping her nose. Then, he slowly walked out and closed the door.
The moment Tian Fan left, Zi Ying’s eyes snapped open. Her cheeks flushed red as she swiftly got dressed. Her delicate hand brushed her cute nose, and she muttered softly, “Darn Tian Tian, so annoying…”
When Zi Ying finally arrived at the breakfast table, Tian Fan had been drooling at the spread of delicious food but had restrained himself from eating.
Zi Ying yawned as she walked in, her sleepy eyes half-closed.
“Zi Ying, you’re finally here. Didn’t sleep well?” Tian Fan asked with a smile, noticing her continuous yawns.
“Ugh, I had this vague feeling someone was touching my nose. Hmph, so annoying. If I find out who it was, I’ll have Xiao Hua bite their hand off.” Zi Ying glared at Tian Fan while glancing at the food on the table.
‘Whoosh!’
Tian Fan’s hand, which had been resting on the table, instantly retracted.
“Huh? What are you doing?” Zi Ying asked, puzzled by his strange reaction.
“Nothing, nothing! Come on, eat up before the food gets cold,” Tian Fan said hurriedly. He stood up, awkwardly hiding his embarrassment, and began setting the table for Zi Ying with exaggerated enthusiasm. He even pulled out her chair and set her utensils, acting as though he was serving a queen.
After breakfast, Tian Fan and Zi Ying found themselves on a bustling street. Once again, Tian Fan had become a human pack mule. Initially, he was adamant about not coming along, but he couldn’t resist Zi Ying’s teary-eyed pleading.
“Lotus paste dumplings!”
“One portion, please!”
“Plum blossom cakes for sale!”
“Wow, these are so sweet! I’ll take ten packs!”
Tian Fan’s lips twitched as he glanced at the numerous large and small bags of snacks he was carrying. He couldn’t understand how Zi Ying managed to maintain such a perfect figure despite eating so much every day.
“Hm?”
Suddenly, Tian Fan sensed something unusual. Amid the crowd, a man in purple was staring directly at him, his murderous intent blatant and unrestrained.
“Zi Ying, head in the other direction,” Tian Fan said quietly.
Tian Fan stepped forward and spoke calmly. Zi Ying glanced back, then followed Tian Fan toward an open area several miles away. The group behind them made no effort to hide their movements and followed openly.
At the top of the canyon, Tian Fan’s white robes fluttered as he stood with one hand behind his back, watching a young man in purple approach him.
The man appeared to be around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with long, thick hair draped over his back. A cold sneer played on his lips, and his entire presence radiated overwhelming power, clearly above the Cloud Heaven realm.
“A disciple of the Sword Immortal Sect?”
Tian Fan regarded the purple-clad man before him and spoke lightly.
“Hmph, sharp eyes. Your cultivation is impressive, but unfortunately, you’re going to die today. What a pity!”
The purple-clad man’s face bore a proud smile. With his hands behind his back, he clearly didn’t see Tian Fan as a threat.
“Your Sword Immortal Sect’s shamelessness is unparalleled. One day, I’ll visit you all personally!”
Tian Fan sneered, his silver light flashing.
“Arrogant fool! Remember my name, Wu Biheng. When you’re in the underworld, don’t forget who sent you there!”
Wu Biheng laughed heartily and lunged forward, clearly intending to engage Tian Fan in close combat.
Buzz!
Wu Biheng’s punch seemed to cause an earthquake, shaking half the canyon.
Bang!
Tian Fan swung his silver fist to meet the blow, their fists colliding with a thunderous boom that echoed like a bolt of lightning striking the earth.
Wu Biheng, in the mid-stage of Cloud Heaven realm, had extraordinary combat strength, strong enough to annihilate someone at the peak of the same realm. Disciples of the Sword Immortal Sect were indeed far superior to others of the same level, just as the rumors suggested.
However, Tian Fan’s physical body was still a cut above.
With a resounding crash, Wu Biheng was sent flying backward. Shock flashed across his face as he exclaimed, “You’re about to advance! You’re already at the peak of the early Cloud Heaven stage!”
His disbelief was understandable. It had been less than a month since Tian Fan reached the early Cloud Heaven stage. How could he progress so much in such a short time?
Tian Fan stood motionless. His physical body was unrivaled within the Cloud Heaven realm. Unless someone of the Mixed Origin appeared, no one could suppress him. In terms of pure physical strength, few in his generation could compare.
Even so, Tian Fan remained cautious. Disciples of the Sword Immortal Sect always had unique strengths.
Suddenly, armor appeared on Wu Biheng, gleaming with a cold, demonic light. The armor extended downward, covering every critical part of his body.
Streams of purple mist seeped from the armor, drastically altering Wu Biheng’s appearance. His aura surged with a powerful energy that made the earth tremble.
“Purple Gold Battle Armor!”
Tian Fan was taken aback.
Wu Biheng didn’t respond. Transformed into a streak of purple light, he charged at Tian Fan, exuding a dangerous aura. Beneath the golden armor, explosive power flowed through him.
Bang!
The instant he closed in, he and Tian Fan collided repeatedly, producing metallic clangs. The golden-armored fists clashed against Tian Fan’s silver fists, creating a sound reminiscent of a divine drum being struck.
Tian Fan was surprised. With the armor, Wu Biheng’s physical strength had soared significantly, capable of withstanding his silver fists.
Still, Tian Fan wasn’t worried. With a low shout, he unleashed his full combat strength. His entire body radiated golden light, resembling an ancient war god. His golden fists, encased in silver energy, smashed downward.
Boom!
With a single punch, the space around them trembled. The sheer force shattered the ground below, and Wu Biheng, encased in his golden armor, shuddered violently. Overwhelmed, he was forced into retreat, transforming into a streak of purple lightning that flew backward.
“Wow! This guy is like a wild beast!”
From another mountaintop, Zi Ying’s mouth formed an “O” shape as she watched Tian Fan in awe.
“Rumor has it your physical body is unmatched. It seems the rumors were true. Even my battle armor, which the peak of Cloud Heaven would struggle to shake, was suppressed by you!”
Wu Biheng’s tone was cold and low, showing no frustration despite his disadvantage in physical strength.
The Sword Immortal Sect was exceedingly powerful, possessing an abundance of rare treasures and divine weapons. The golden armor was one such item, capable of significantly enhancing its wearer’s defense and combat strength.
“The Sword Immortal Sect doesn’t cultivate the physical body. Let me show you what true divine arts are!”
Suddenly, Wu Biheng let out a sharp cry. Above his head, a black moon rose, twisting the surrounding space. The ground quaked, and birds and beasts fled from the distant forest as an apocalyptic aura filled the area.
“What is that?”
From her vantage point, Zi Ying gasped in shock. For the first time, her expression changed…
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