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

Ning Fei was stunned for a moment.

"But I still owe him a favor. If I don't see him, how can I repay it? It might damage the sect's reputation."

She spoke with great seriousness, even bringing up the "reputation of the sect".

Wu Daofeng sighed inwardly; this girl couldn't even tell a lie.

If you want to see someone, just say so. Why bring up sect reputation?

"It's alright."

He waved his hand, "Have your senior brother send him some fourth or fifth grade pills as a token of gratitude. Although they can't compare to those sixth grade spirit fruits, as long as the quantity is sufficient, it will be enough to make up for his favor."

Ning Fei wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

The master has already said all that; if she argues any further, she'll just be being unreasonable.

"Yes, disciple understands."

But an image involuntarily surfaced in my mind.

She sat behind Luo Chen, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist, the wind whistling past her ears.

That was the first time she had ridden a spirit beast.

It was the first time she had ever hugged a man's waist.

Will I ever have the chance to see him again?

Is there any chance I'll ever have to ride that old eagle with him again?

Wu Daofeng sighed inwardly as he looked at her absent-minded appearance.

That girl's soul has probably been bewitched by that boy.

He handed over a small jade bottle.

"I have a few Spirit Tempering Pills here. Take them and use them to stabilize your cultivation level so that you can build a solid foundation."

Ning Fei snapped out of her daze, quickly accepted the jade bottle with both hands, and bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Master!"

The Spirit Tempering Pill—this is exactly what she needs right now.

Having just broken through to the next realm, the spiritual energy in his dantian is not yet solid enough, and an unstable foundation can easily lead to problems.

A warm feeling welled up in her heart when she saw how thoughtful her master was.

Holding the jade bottle, she took two steps back, turned around, and left the hall.

As Wu Daofeng watched her figure disappear through the door, the smile on his face slowly faded.

This girl has probably fallen in love.

Although he had never met Luo Chen, he could piece together a rough outline of him from Ning Fei's description.

Young, resourceful, wildly arrogant, yet shockingly generous.

Sixth-grade spiritual fruits are given away without hesitation, Foundation Establishment spirit beasts are used as mounts, and even the gatekeepers at home are all Foundation Establishment realm cultivators.

For Ning Fei, a girl who grew up in a sect and had never seen much of the world, such a person was like a deadly poison.

But it's just that brat of his...

Wu Daofeng's temples throbbed whenever he thought of Wu Yunshan.

With a thought, he sent out a soul-like voice.

"Wu Yunshan, you little brat, get your ass over here right now!"

Wu Yunshan is his eldest son and also the senior disciple of Jingfeng Academy.

His talent is undeniable; he's definitely number one among the younger generation of the Fierce Blade Sect.

It's that brain of his—I don't know who he took after.

Before long, heavy footsteps could be heard outside the hall.

A tall young man walked in, carrying a large knife.

His training clothes were mostly soaked with sweat, and beads of sweat still clung to his forehead.

He had a face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his whole body exuded a kind of honest and simple charm.

He stopped and looked at Wu Daofeng with a puzzled expression.

"Father, what brings you here? I've been diligently cultivating and don't seem to have done anything wrong."

Looking at his dazed expression, Wu Daofeng felt a tightness in his chest.

All he does all day long is cultivate, cultivate.

This kid has practically worn the broadsword out of shape from handling it so much, yet he hasn't given a single word about his wife to his heart.

He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, saying, "You blockhead, I really regret naming you Wu Dahan back then."

Wu Yunshan was taken aback, and his thick eyebrows furrowed.

"It's one thing for my fellow disciples to call me that behind my back."

He paused, his expression a mixture of confusion and grievance. "Father, why do you also think your son is foolish?"

Wu Daofeng was stunned.

"Huh? Someone actually calls you that?"

He thought "Wu Dahan" was a name he made up on a whim, but he didn't expect that people had already started calling him that behind his back.

The dignified senior disciple of the Jingfeng Academy, the number one young talent of the Liedao Sect, is called "Wu the Fool"?

He was so embarrassed—he felt ashamed for his son.

Wu Yunshan grinned and gave a simple, honest smile.

"Father, it's nothing, I don't care. But why did you call me here? I haven't had enough time to practice my sword today."

As he spoke, he weighed the large knife in his hand, ready to leave at any moment.

Seeing his stubbornness, Wu Daofeng shook his head helplessly.

"As a man, all you know how to do is practice with that broken sword. No wonder you don't even have a wife now."

Wu Yunshan scratched the back of his head and chuckled sheepishly.

"What use is a wife if my son doesn't learn the art of dual cultivation?"

He spoke with conviction, enunciating each word clearly, "I have only one goal in this life—to become the number one swordsman on the Spirit Immortal Continent."

Wu Daofeng's face twitched violently a few times.

He stared at his son's honest yet earnest face, a lump forming in his throat.

I'm not stupid—I can't be considered an idiot if I can become the head of the Fierce Blade Sect's Wind Academy. How could I have given birth to such a simpleton?

What use is a wife then?

Is it even human to say such a thing?

If he had dared to say such nonsense to his father when he was young, his legs would have been broken into three pieces.

But this kid is undeniably skilled in martial arts.

At such a young age, he has already reached the fifth level of Foundation Establishment. Not only is he ranked first among his peers in the Fierce Blade Sect, but even if all his peers in the entire Northern Region are included, he can still firmly enter the top five.

Wu Daofeng took a breath and suppressed the urge to slap someone.

"Silly son."

He walked up to Wu Yunshan, patted him on the shoulder, and changed his tone from scolding to coaxing.

"You may not want a wife, but your father still wants a grandson. I told you before to pursue your junior sister; have you done so?"

Wu Yunshan scratched his head and stood there, stunned.

He frowned and thought for a long time, his expression changing from confusion to bewilderment.

"Father, this...it seems...there isn't one."

He grabbed two handfuls of his hair and said, "By the way, which junior sister did you ask me to pursue? I can't remember for a moment."

Wu Daofeng's eyes widened.

Forgot?

You can forget about pursuing a girl?

He had lived most of his life, and this was the first time he had ever felt that someone could be so angry that they could laugh.

Wu Daofeng rubbed his temples.

This silly guy is nothing like I was when I was young.

He stared at Wu Yunshan, feeling a tightness in his chest.

"Who else could it be? It's your junior sister Ning Fei."

He gritted his teeth, "I'm warning you, if you don't take action soon, your junior sister Ning Fei will be snatched away."

Wu Yunshan chuckled, revealing two rows of large white teeth.

"It doesn't matter. I have many junior sisters anyway. If Junior Sister Ning Fei isn't suitable, then I'll find another one. Why should Father worry about this?"

He spoke casually, shifting his toes half an inch toward the door.

Wu Daofeng wanted nothing more than to slap this guy.

"no."

He stared at Wu Yunshan, "You can only marry Junior Sister Ning Fei."