Pill Saint, Weapon Emperor, Array God, Unparalleled in the World

Ning Fei quickly stood up, shaking off the jumbled thoughts in her mind.

"Alright, then I'll leave it to Patriarch Luo."

After saying that, she turned and walked out of the courtyard.

I had only taken two steps when a sharp, bright cry suddenly came from above.

Crack!

The sound was bright and crisp, piercing straight down from mid-air, making the leaves on the leaves in the courtyard tremble.

Ning Fei was startled and looked up abruptly.

Then, he froze on the spot.

A giant bird is circling down from the sky.

Its wingspan is more than five zhang (approximately 10 meters), and its feathers are black with gold tinge, gleaming with a metallic sheen in the morning light.

Its golden eyes, with two vertical golden-black pupils as sharp as two knives, were sweeping down at them from above.

Iron-feathered Eagle—!

Ning Fei's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and she seemed to be nailed to the spot.

Of course she recognized the spirit beast.

The entire Fierce Blade Sect has nearly ten thousand members, yet they only have five spirit beasts!

The owners of these five spirit beasts are either the sect leader, a sect elder, or the sect leader's most beloved daughter, Yao Ruobai.

Each of these spirit beasts was brought out from the Spirit Beast Valley at great expense by the sect.

They are treated like ancestors, and ordinary disciples are not even allowed to get close to them.

She never imagined that she could see an Iron-feathered Vulture in this desolate place, in this small Luo residence.

The iron-feathered vulture folded its wings and landed steadily in the courtyard.

The movements were so practiced, as if they were at home.

After landing, it tilted its head and glanced at Ning Fei, its golden eyes lingering on her for a moment before losing interest and turning to give Luo Chen a low growl.

"This...this wouldn't happen to be your spirit beast, would it?"

Ning Fei turned her head sharply to look at Luo Chen, her voice trembling.

Her eyes were wide open, her lips were slightly parted, and her finger pointing at the Iron-feathered Vulture was trembling.

Luo Chen glanced at her, his tone casual.

"Yes, my mount is called Old Eagle."

Ning Fei felt as if she had been punched hard in the head.

Mount?

A golden eagle with iron feathers as a mount?

In the entire Northern Region, the number of creatures that can ride Ironfeathered Vultures can be counted on one hand.

Those people were all either regional overlords or core elders of top sects.

But this person in front of me, an unknown nobody from a desolate city, is actually riding an Iron-Feathered Eagle?

Ning Fei glared at Luo Chen, then at the Iron Feather Vulture, and then back at Luo Chen.

She felt that all her previous judgments about Luo Chen were wrong.

What kind of small family head in a desolate little town?

What kind of Grandmaster-level cultivator is this?

That's all bullshit!

This person is better hidden than anyone else!

She suddenly remembered what Gu Yuanjie had said in the sect: "Luo Chen is a shameless son-in-law who slaughtered his entire family and bullies people everywhere because he has some brute strength."

Ning Fei's face darkened, and a surge of anger rose in her chest.

Shameless son-in-law?

A family of villains slaughtered?

Gu Yuanjie has a mouth that can turn black into white.

Two Foundation Establishment Realm experts guarded his gate, an Iron Feathered Vulture served as his mount, and he could casually give away sixth-grade spiritual fruits.

If this kind of person is a shameless son-in-law, then what is the sect leader of the Fierce Blade Sect?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and the fire in her heart burned ever brighter.

If Gu Yuanjie hadn't deceived his master and regarded Luo Chen as an evil person, how could he have let her and Hu Feilizong help the Gu family?

That way, they wouldn't offend the head of the Luo family.

It will also prevent him from harboring any prejudice against the Fierce Blade Sect.

If we had met at a more suitable time, perhaps things would have turned out differently with Luo Chen...

As the thought crossed her mind, Ning Fei blushed again.

She quickly dismissed the thought, but her heart was already racing.

"Miss Ning, would you like to sit down?"

Luo Chen's voice came from the side.

Ning Fei suddenly came to her senses and found that Luo Chen had already rolled onto her back, looking at her with his head turned to the side, and extending a hand.

Looking at that hand, and then at Luo Chen's face, the hesitation in her heart vanished instantly.

She leaped up and landed lightly behind Luo Chen.

The two were only a fist's width apart.

She could smell a faint scent of wine on his robes, along with an indescribable cool fragrance.

Ning Fei lowered her eyelashes, shifted her gaze to the side, and her ears began to burn again.

Luo Chen patted the vulture's neck.

"Old Eagle, let's go to Falling Sand City to collect our debts."

The Iron-feathered Vulture raised its head, a fierce glint flashing in its golden eyes.

It suddenly spread its wings, creating a gust of wind that sent the fallen leaves in the yard flying everywhere.

Crack!

A sharp cry shot into the sky.

"ah--!"

Ning Fei let out a scream.

It was her first time riding a spirit beast, and she had absolutely no experience.

The moment the vulture swooped down, she fell backward. Driven by the feeling of weightlessness, she instinctively reached out and grabbed Luo Chen's waist tightly.

Her entire upper body pressed tightly against Luo Chen's back.

It was glued on perfectly.

She could feel the warmth of Luo Chen's back through his robes, and she could also feel the taut muscles in his waist and abdomen.

Ning Fei's mind went blank.

Luo Chen raised an eyebrow and a smile curved his lips.

The girl looked cold, but she had a strong grip; she hugged him so tightly his waist almost broke.

"Don't be afraid, Miss Ning, things will stabilize soon."

His voice was calm and unhurried, with a hint of amusement, and drifted into Ning Fei's ears on the wind.

Ning Fei's face burned from the base of her neck to the tips of her hair.

"I'm sorry, I... I was rude."

Her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum, and her tongue was tied in knots.

She just hugged a man's waist.

It's still the tight kind.

Her chest was pressed against his back, so tightly.

It was so tight she could feel her own heartbeat, traveling through her chest, hitting his back, and bouncing back.

That's so embarrassing!

She had been in the Fierce Blade Sect for twenty years and had never even touched a male disciple's hand. But today, she had actually pressed herself against his back.

If her senior and junior sisters in the sect saw this, where would she put her face?

The Iron-feathered Vulture's flight gradually stabilized, its wings flapping rhythmically, no longer as violently turbulent as before.

Ning Fei took two deep breaths to calm her racing heart and carefully released her grip.

After loosening her grip, she moved back half an inch, increasing the distance between them.

Luo Chen turned his head and squinted at her.

"Actually, I don't mind. We are both practitioners, so there's no need to be bothered by such trivial matters."

His tone was so frank that Ning Fei's face flushed again, and she cursed inwardly.

Of course you don't mind! You're a man, what would you mind?

I am a pure and innocent young woman, how can I let my chest touch your back?

One application isn't enough, and you still say you don't mind?

Isn't this just a way of asking me to put it on again?

Ning Fei bit her lower lip, shifted her gaze to the side, and pretended to look at the scenery below.

Just then, the Iron-feathered Vulture suddenly accelerated.

Ning Fei leaned back again.

"ah--!"

Another scream rang out.

Her hands instinctively locked onto Luo Chen's waist again.

This time she hugged him even tighter than last time, clinging to his back like an octopus.

She could even feel her chest being squeezed and deformed.

Ning Fei closed her eyes, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Oh no, oh no, this is completely over.

The first time could be considered an accident, but what about the second time?

She hugged him again right after he said he didn't mind. Isn't that obviously throwing herself into his arms?