One person established a clan

Chapter 324 Lend a Hand

As the mysterious light swirled, Wen Qimeng slowly exhaled a wisp of misty white breath.

Feeling the more abundant and surging spiritual energy within her body, she couldn't help but nod in satisfaction.

Having received a gift from the Seven Star Immortal Clan, his cultivation has truly increased significantly. Even without using any talismans, he has already firmly established himself in the middle stage of the Danxuan realm.

"In this way, the Three Saints state can be maintained for a longer period of time, and there may even be an opportunity to continue exploring the Emperor Seal Technique in greater depth."

Wen Qimeng quickly came to her senses, gently patted her cheeks, and secretly scolded herself for being too ambitious.

Even now, let alone Emperor Sun, he has not yet been able to perfectly control Star Thunder. The path of the Three Saints is still long.

"call--"

She rose, smoothing her skirt, and looked at the illusory figure not far away, bowing respectfully. "Thank you for the opportunity, senior. I am deeply grateful."

"Your talent is exceptional; even among all the realms of the heavens ten thousand years ago, you would be considered a top-tier genius."

The illusory woman stood with her hands behind her back and said coldly, "The cultivation techniques and mystical arts you practice are exquisite and have boundless potential. I am merely using the power of the spiritual veins and the mystical pill to help you with your cultivation."

Wen Qimeng smiled and said, "What I lack is precisely this opportunity. Senior, you have truly provided me with timely help."

"Alright, no need to thank me anymore."

The illusory figure waved its hand gently, its tone calm: "The reason I was able to help you and that little kid break through to the next level is not only because of your exceptional talent, but also because of the favor shown to that successor."

After it's all over, don't let him down.

"Please rest assured, senior."

Wen Qimeng bowed again obediently. "This junior will certainly do my best to serve Young Master Su and will never make him angry."

The illusory figure cast a meaningful glance.

"It seems that your relationship with me, the successor of the Seven Stars, is indeed extraordinary."

"Of course~"

Wen Qimeng smiled radiantly: "Young Master and I have faced life and death together several times, so our friendship is naturally very deep~"

"Alright."

The illusory figure nodded slightly: "Since I am about to disappear, I will do my best for that successor."

Having said that, it casually made a swirl to the side, revealing a tunnel that was difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion amidst the flowing mist.

"That disciple is currently at a crucial juncture in his cultivation and needs someone to protect and assist him. Now that you have achieved your goal, why not go and lend him a hand?"

"really!?"

Wen Qimeng's smile froze instantly, and worry appeared between her brows. "Is the young master in any danger?"

"You will know when you go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the illusory figure vanished.

"This"

Wen Qimeng was slightly taken aback, silently bowed and saw them off, her gaze immediately falling back to the blurry tunnel entrance.

"Judging from the senior's calm tone before disappearing, as the young master is a successor of the Seven Stars, he should be fine."

While pondering, she couldn't help but feel uneasy. Regardless of whether there were hidden dangers, she flashed into the tunnel.

The surrounding scenery twisted and changed like a flowing illusion, and in an instant, she found herself atop a high mountain.

"what?"

Wen Qimeng looked slightly surprised and quickly looked around. Soon she spotted Su Cheng and the others.

"As expected, everything is alright..."

She felt a slight sense of relief, and a smile returned to her lips. Just as she was about to step forward to greet them, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Sparks of crimson gold light scattered and flew everywhere, her long golden hair spread out like clouds, and her slender figure nestled in Su Cheng's arms, swaying gently, like a flower dancing gracefully.

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Wen Qimeng's smile froze on her face, and a blush quickly crept up her jade-like neck and cheeks.

"So, it's this kind of 'critical juncture'?"

The girl was immediately embarrassed and subconsciously turned her back, but the scene she had just caught a glimpse of lingered in her mind.

"That Miss Huang Feng has a wonderfully slender waist; she knows how to sway him, young master."

The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she became, and she almost wanted to turn back the way she came.

But when they looked up, they found that the mysterious tunnel they had come through had vanished without a trace, like a reflection in water or a flower in a mirror.

"Why didn't you explain things more clearly, senior?"

She blushed and muttered to herself, but her ear twitched involuntarily as she caught a faint, almost imperceptible moan.

"—Hey, girl."

Just then, a spoiled voice rang out, reaching her very core. Wen Qimeng's shoulders trembled slightly, and she instinctively looked around in response to the sound. "Is that Senior Fan?"

"It's me."

Fan You coughed lightly twice in the shadows. "There's a soundproof barrier here. That kid is currently engrossed in his training and hasn't noticed you're here yet."

"Then, I'll just have to avoid it."

"Tsk! You're usually quite clever, why are you so timid and hesitant now?"

Fan You said helplessly, "Huang Feng won't last much longer either. Go and lend her a hand later."

"Me?!" Wen Qimeng instinctively pressed her legs together, her pretty face flushed crimson. "I...I haven't gotten that intimate with you yet."

"It's not like I really want you to do 'that'."

Fan You rolled her eyes at her. "Other methods can also help him refine the inheritance."

Wen Qimeng blushed and her gaze wandered. Soon, she caught sight of that delicate figure on a rock not far away.

"Senior Fan, why don't you help the young master?"

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Fan You, sitting with his back turned, remained silent for a moment before clearing his throat as if trying to appear calm. "It's just that my methods are too profound, and I'm afraid that kid can't handle them."

Right now, he's at a crucial stage in refining the inheritance, and it wouldn't be good to let him exhaust himself to the point of screaming in pain. Having you, little girl, step in is just the right time."

Wen Qimeng's lips twitched slightly as she listened.

Unexpectedly, this senior Fan was quite innocent and naive, only able to boast with words.
"Girl, how are you?"

"Let me give it a try."

Wen Qimeng blushed and softly agreed, her eyes involuntarily glancing behind her.

Ultimately, this concerns the young master's cultivation, and I cannot afford to jeopardize things because of momentary shyness.
Besides, it wouldn't hurt to get even closer to the young master.
"Ahem, then... does the senior have any guidance?"

"Listen carefully, for I will impart to you the secret formula and mental techniques."

"call--"

With each breath, golden flames swirled around, like phoenix feathers drifting away, gradually fading into silence.

Huang Feng lay nestled in Su Cheng's arms, her elegant and beautiful face still flushed, her gentle phoenix eyes filled with a hint of weariness.

"Alright, no need to force yourself."

Su Cheng gently stroked her smooth, jade-like back, his voice deep: "Now that you have also made a breakthrough, you might as well take good care of your breathing and nourish yourself."

With her eyes sparkling and her head bowed gently, Huang Feng left a deep kiss before quietly transforming into a crimson shadow and vanishing.

Su Cheng smiled calmly. Obtaining the complete inheritance of the Seven Star Immortal Clan had unexpectedly enabled Huang Feng to also condense a complete soul, which was truly a pleasant surprise.

Just as he was about to continue refining the remaining inheritance, he suddenly sensed a familiar aura behind him and couldn't help but turn around to look.

"Miss Wen?"

He casually draped his robe over his shoulders. "When did you arrive?"

"I just came here not long ago."

Wen Qimeng blushed and, with a slightly hesitant air, stepped forward, then knelt down, smoothing her skirt.

His gaze inadvertently swept over Shi Xuan and the puppet, who were fast asleep on either side, and his heart fluttered again. He quickly lowered his head and coughed lightly twice.

"Young Master seems to be encountering some obstacles in refining the inheritance. Perhaps I could lend a hand?"

"Really?" Su Cheng's eyes showed a slightly strange expression. "You saw it yourself just now, we were using the dual cultivation method."

“I have received instruction from the senior monk, and I have some other wonderful methods that I can use.”

Wen Qimeng blushed and slowly leaned closer, her voice barely audible: "You can't just leave me sitting here like an idiot, you bad boy."

After speaking, she quietly rolled up her sleeves and reached out her slender hand tremblingly.

"I...I can help you a little bit too."

"Hiss you."

Su Cheng took a deep breath, finding it amusing. "Is this how you 'help'?"

Wen Qimeng, blushing slightly, then extended her other hand, gently biting her lower lip, and murmured, "I just learned this. If you feel uncomfortable, just say so, and I'll stop."

"It's alright, young lady, it's such a kind gesture, how could I possibly find it offensive?"

"That"

As their bodies drew closer, they could feel each other's burning breath, and their hearts began to beat faster.

An ambiguous atmosphere permeated the air, stirring the girl's heart and making her suppress her shyness.
"Try my Mystic Dream Silk Hand technique."

(End of this chapter)