Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 243 Interception
"His real trump card and support is probably that it would not be difficult to kill a great cultivator like Brother Yi. Otherwise, he would not be so confident and hold a large auction, inviting many fellow practitioners to participate."

After Old Monster Tianhen finished speaking, he didn't care what Old Monster Hehuan was planning. He stood up, walked towards the door and left the secret room.

He has said enough, and he has lived up to his hundreds of years of friendship with the old demon Hehuan. If he still insists on seeking death, he will have a clear conscience.

The old demon Hehuan sat quietly on the mat, watching the figure of the old monster Tianhen gradually disappear. He didn't say a word to keep him, but just sat there silently.

But his expression was gloomy and uncertain, and it was obvious that he was thinking about something.

He was not a brainless person. He knew what the old monster Tianhen said. But when he thought about the opportunities that might be hidden in Nie Zhaonan, and the huge temptation in front of him, he was really excited.

"Then let's try again." The old demon Hehuan seemed to be whispering to himself. The sound was so faint even in the secret room where one could hear a pin drop.

He reached into the storage bag at his waist and a silver talisman appeared in his hand.

The talisman was not big, just of ordinary size, but the silver light emanating from its surface was extremely dazzling, like a bright little sun, illuminating the dim secret room as bright as day.

Through the light, you can vaguely see the densely packed, mysterious and obscure inscriptions on it.

This is a teleportation talisman that has long been lost in ancient times. It can be said to be extremely rare.

At the border of the Nine-Nation Alliance, above an extremely desolate loess wasteland, a huge flying boat gently flapped its wings like a bird, moving slowly towards the distance.

The speeding spirit boat and the barren land seemed out of place and very strange, as far as the eye could see, except for yellow soil, there were only gray-white stones of different sizes on the land.

This flying boat was naturally the Lingyun flying boat, and on the flying boat were naturally Nie Zhaonan and his three Taoist companions who had already left Tianyi City.

At this time, several days had passed since the border war.

After hearing the news that the Tuwu people wanted to reap the benefits, the Mulan people and the various forces in Tiannan, although somewhat reluctant, had no choice but to suspend the fighting.

When several major forces immediately sent several waves of monks to the Mulan grassland for a tour and indeed discovered the traces of the Tuwu people, they had to completely give up the idea of ​​fighting with the Mulan people again and began to discuss negotiations and alliances.

Of course, the negotiation was also quite intense. At the beginning, the Mulan people made a huge demand, demanding to occupy one-third of the land in Tiannan. The two sides were unable to reach an agreement for a while.

But as a large number of Mulan mortals gathered at the border of the grassland, the Tuwu people also began to hunt down Mulan magicians openly.

The four divine masters in charge of Mulan could only give in gradually.

After all, compared to the Tiannan monks who had to resist the invasion of the Tuwu people alone, Mulan’s clan extermination was imminent.

After several rounds of negotiations and concessions, Master Mulan finally accepted that the two countries they occupied could be used to settle their Mulan clan, including monks and mortals.

The mortals who originally lived in these two countries were all relocated to other countries.

The three major forces each demarcated some areas to compensate the losses of the Nine-Nation Alliance.

Everything was handled in this way. Of course, this was the result of Nie Zhaonan not getting involved from beginning to end and allowing things to develop on their own.

Inside the Lingyun flying boat, Nie Zhaonan was sitting around the table with his three Taoist companions, sipping spiritual tea, eating spiritual fruits, hugging Song Yu on both sides, with a shy look on his face, looking so happy and carefree.

Chen Qiaoqian felt a familiar big hand gradually moving down. She subconsciously glanced around and saw that there was no outsider present, so she didn't care anymore.

Instead, she opened her red lips and asked curiously, "According to your husband's strength, he has always regarded cultivators of the same level as nothing. Now, even if all the late-stage cultivators of Tiannan and Mulan join forces, they may not be your opponent, right?"

"Almost. The methods of a late-stage cultivator alone cannot threaten me. Why does Qiaoqian ask this?" Nie Zhaonan replied in a flat tone, and then asked with a raised eyebrow.

After holding the desired 'peach', his big hand paused, and with a little force, he lifted the peach up, supporting the round bottom.

Chen Qiaoqian couldn't help but tilt her body, and one side of her body left the chair and seemed to be floating in the air.

"Then why not unify Tiannan? This should be an easy task for my husband, right?" Chen Qiaoqian expressed her doubts without any hesitation.

At the same time, she obeyed the person next to her and leaned forward.

Nie Zhaonan squeezed hard with his big hand, and rubbed it a few times, as if punishing the dazed Chen Qiaoqian, before answering:

"Tiannan is not like Chaos Star Sea, where there is a long-term ruler like Xinggong. Instead, it is divided into four major factions, and the sects within the four major factions are also extremely complicated. Now the Mulan people have occupied a corner of Tiannan. To me, it is just a mess."

After a pause, Nie Zhaonan continued:

“Even if I succeed in unifying them, I don’t know how much energy I will have to spend to balance the interests of all parties, which will not benefit me. After all, even Tiannan doesn’t have many treasures that are useful to me, and there is no possibility of a panacea that can help me break through the bottleneck of the Spiritualization.”

"Then why should I do such a thankless task?"

Nie Zhaonan was not bragging. He gave all the imitation spiritual treasures he obtained in the Blood Forbidden Land to Nangong Wan without any nostalgia. The only real spiritual treasure that could make him interested was the Xu Tian Ding.

There are only a limited number of spiritual treasures in the human world. In the prosperous Tiannan in ancient times, there might have been one or two, but that is impossible now.

Even if there was, Nie Zhaonan didn't think he would be lucky enough to find it.

"It's my fault that I'm stupid." Chen Qiaoqian pleaded with a trembling voice.

Nie Zhaonan paved the way for her throughout her practice, so she didn't need to think for herself at all, so that her wisdom was somewhat unworthy of her status as a Nascent Soul Patriarch.

Like Chen Qiaoqian, Nie Ying was much more generous in feeling the strangeness in her body. There was nothing strange about her expression and movements. She gently pushed a bright red spiritual fruit into Nie Zhaonan's mouth with her slender jade fingers before expressing her opinion:

"Although my husband is not afraid of other late Nascent Soul cultivators joining forces, the sects behind them, the Hehuan Sect and the Taizhen Sect, are both large sects and clans with profound heritage and thousands of years of inheritance. They have stood for such a long time without decline, and there are late Nascent Soul cultivators in charge at every time period. It is absolutely impossible to say that they have no heritage or trump cards."

"In this case, if my husband really wants to unify Tiannan, other forces will surely unite and show their full strength. By then, it will be a battle even more brutal than the 'Border War' with Mulan." Nie Ying's voice was slow and gentle like water, showing her dignity and elegance, and sounded extremely comfortable.

"Ying'er's analysis is very much in line with what I want. I do have this consideration as well." Nie Zhaonan swallowed the spiritual fruit, nodded slightly, and said with a smile.

Nie Ying withdrew her jade fingers, which were still stained with crystal water droplets. She nonchalantly brought them back to her bulging chest and wiped them on her fiery red palace skirt.

Hearing Nie Zhaonan's personal praise, she smiled with joy in her heart, and her smile was full of sweetness.

As Nie Zhaonan's first woman, although she was not the eldest, nor the most talented or the most beautiful, she always set strict standards for herself and showed her perfect side to Nie Zhaonan.

At this time, Song Yu was listening to the conversation between the three people. He felt embarrassed and annoyed, and had no intention of interrupting.

Her pearly teeth were biting her lower lip tightly, trying hard not to make any embarrassing sounds. She endured it so hard that beads of sweat appeared on her smooth forehead. The few strands of blue that fell from her temples looked a little messy, but had already been soaked with sweet sweat.

The only thing that she could accept was that she was now facing away from Nie Zhaonan and the other two, so her ugly appearance was not seen by them.

Little did people know that Nie Zhaonan had been using his spiritual sense to admire the lovely girl in his arms from all angles from beginning to end.

Nie Ying glanced at the light blue hot pants on the table. The unknown white flowers on them were particularly eye-catching. She then looked at Song Yu who was moving up and down. There was no sound outside the window. The earth was terrifyingly quiet. Finally, she turned her head to look at Nie Zhaonan's profile and said angrily:

"My husband, did you go to such a desolate place just to satisfy your own evil taste? Look how nervous Sister Yu'er is. My husband really doesn't know how to be gentle with women."

Nie Ying's words were full of reproach, but there was no anger in her words. She was more concerned about Song Yu.

Nie Zhaonan and Song Yu are now in tune with each other. How could he not understand what Song Yu is thinking? He can only say that he is extremely happy.

But after hearing what Nie Ying said, Nie Zhaonan suddenly became interested and said, "Yu'er, as long as you don't want to, you can stop at any time."

Then, Nie Zhaonan waited quietly for Song Yu's answer, while Nie Ying and Chen Qiaoqian stared at Song Yu's back without wavering.

Song Yu paused, twisted his waist involuntarily, and then replied stiffly:
"I am willing."

These words seemed to come from Song Yu's throat, extremely charming and seductive.

She was so ashamed of her subconscious action just now that she didn't know what her two good sisters who witnessed it would think of her.

"Pa" Nie Zhaonan's palm landed on the plump part in front of her body. Even through the palace skirt, a slight tremor could be clearly seen.

At the same time, Nie Zhaonan's devilish whispers rang beside Song Yu's crystal earlobe: "Go on."

The tone was lazy and a little bit joyful. Anyone who heard it would know that the person who said it must be extremely comfortable.

Nie Ying and Chen Qiaoqian, who had been witnessing the whole process from the beginning, knew until now what Nie Zhaonan had whispered to Song Yu in front of them in Tianyi City. Everything before their eyes was just that.

The two girls turned their heads and looked at each other. They both understood the meaning in each other's eyes. Having been sisters for so long, the two girls did not need too many words to communicate, only a look.

Then Nie Ying and Chen Qiaoqian left their chairs almost at the same time, stood up, and moved towards Song Yu with light steps.

A few days later, above an unknown mountain range at the junction of Fengzhou and Ganzhou, the Lingyun flying boat quietly stopped in the air, hovering motionlessly, with no intention of moving forward.

Right in front of the Lingyun flying boat, there was a man whose body was shrouded in black gas, making it impossible to see his true appearance, and on both sides of him stood twelve black-robed monks.

It was hard to tell the depth of the cultivation level of the leading man, but the twelve black-robed monks were all Nascent Soul cultivators, and their cultivation levels seemed to be quite strong, with four of them also in the middle stage.

This group of people is so powerful that even the most powerful clans in Tiannan would be unable to deal with them.

The big man in the black air frowned, and seeing that the flying boat had been suspended in the air for a long time without any movement, he suddenly spoke in a bad tone:

"Fellow Daoist, why don't you come out for a chat, or do you want this sect master to come up and invite you personally?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the man in the black air, and a powerful spiritual consciousness emanated from his body, which he released towards the flying boat without any hesitation, as if he was trying to forcibly break through the protective restriction and take a peek inside.

"Oh? Fellow Daoist Fang is worthy of being the leader of the Yinluo Sect. His spiritual power is even stronger than that of the average late Nascent Soul cultivator." Nie Zhaonan's voice came out slowly.

At the same time, the leader of the Yinluo Sect suddenly felt as if his consciousness had been hit hard and was violently slammed back into his body, causing a surge in his consciousness.

"What a powerful spiritual power!" The Yinluo Sect's leader's expression remained unchanged, but he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

But before he had time to think about it, the Lingyun Flying Boat suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and shrank in a flash, and then the figures of Nie Zhaonan and the other two appeared at the same place.

"My husband had already guessed that the people from Yinluo Sect would rob and kill us, so he deliberately took such a remote route?" Nie Ying glanced at the people from Yinluo Sect with her beautiful eyes, and said with a slight movement of her moist red lips.

"Or do you think I just want to satisfy my bad taste? The importance of the Yinluo Banner to the Yinluo Sect is far more than just a magical treasure. It is far beyond your expectations. They will never give up just because of a simple failure of delivering a message." Nie Zhaonan said slowly, his expression as usual, as if they were just having a normal chat.

After the war, the Yinluo Sect sent a message through the Mulan people, saying that they wanted to exchange the treasure for the Yinluo Banner. Naturally, Nie Zhaonan refused without any hesitation.

The Yinluo Sect did not make any follow-up to this matter. To ordinary people, it seemed that the Yinluo Sect gave up the Yinluo Banner because they were frightened by Nie Zhaonan's power.

However, Nie Zhaonan was very clear about the importance of the Yinluo Banner to the Yinluo Sect, and the people of the Yinluo Sect would never give up a Guiluo Banner easily.

"I think my husband has killed two birds with one stone. Not only does he satisfy his own evil taste, but he also just happens to lure the people from the Yinluo Sect into taking action." Chen Qiaoqian said in a voice transmission with a flash of inspiration in her head.

"No, no, it should be killing three birds with one stone. The Yinluo Sect not only sent the Yinluo Banner, but also brought all their belongings." Nie Ying shook her head gently and said in a voice transmission.

(End of this chapter)