Bringing advanced martial arts techniques to a low-level martial arts world

Chapter 135: Traveling Together

For Feng Xuanji, the Feng family was a safe haven.

If she fails and is purged, as long as she escapes back to the Feng family, few people can do anything to her.

"Let me think about it."

Feng Xuanji did not answer on the spot, and Sheng Wansong felt that she wanted to give him a surprise.

Back in the bedroom, Sheng Wansong instructed An Lan to start packing her luggage.

He would not leave the monster unattended, no matter what.

Those jackals devoured the city in no time. If left unchecked, Yongzhou would be emptied out in less than a year.

The Central Plains comprised nine provinces; how could they withstand such chaos?

Whether out of a sense of justice or personal motives, Sheng Wansong would take action.

The implication to Feng Xuanji was merely to disgust the mastermind.

Sheng Wansong did not sense any subjective intent to commit evil from her, but her actions did indeed lead to the calamity of demons.

After dealing with the jackal demon, Sheng Wansong needed to hurry back to Taoyuan Village.

The girls' strength was more than enough to deal with ordinary martial artists, but it wasn't enough against strange and unpredictable creatures.

With little luggage, Anlan was now quite adept at doing these chores and quickly tidied up the place.

She put the large bag aside, looking forward to the start of another long journey.

"Finally, it's time to leave."

Anlan hates this place.

Although the environment is very beautiful and there is a fragrant scent of flowers everywhere.

The food was delicious, the tea was wonderful, and everyone I met was beautiful.

But, but!

Every night, a wicked woman comes to disturb my rest and does shameful things with my master!

Anlan was overjoyed at the thought of leaving.

They're all leaving now; hopefully no stinky woman will come tonight. The night was early, much later than usual.

There was no smelly woman, but a fragrant woman did indeed arrive.

"Young Master Sheng."

When the door opened, the woman who usually waited for affection while wearing only a thin veil entered, but a graceful noblewoman.

She wore a crimson robe with twelve rows of pheasant patterns that shone like the sunset, a crown with nine dragons and four phoenixes, adorned with pearls and jade, a jade belt, and blue wooden shoes. Her expression was solemn, and her skin was radiant.

It was clearly formal attire worn by an empress at a major event.

However, the nighttime events are indeed major events.

What could be more important to life than reproduction?

The Empress understands men.

She stood at the doorway, the bright moonlight shining through the door frame, illuminating her human figure.

The silvery moonlight shone on her fair skin, as if she herself were radiating light.

She was radiant and dignified, with a noble air; she was practically a female bodhisattva.

The thick clothing completely concealed Feng Xuanji's voluptuous figure, even covering her wrists.

There were no clothes to hide them, only ten jade-like fingers.

The clothing, which has absolutely no sexual connotations, can actually arouse the desire of some men.

The Empress did not make any unromantic requests or offer any kind of negotiation.

She raised her arm, as if waiting for someone to help her in. "Aren't you going to help me inside?"

"Sir, you have quite the imposing presence of an official."

Sheng Wansong stepped forward and took the Empress's arm.

The Empress nodded in satisfaction.

Before he could even react, he felt a tremendous force strike him, and his entire body lost its balance and fell into the house.

"I'll give you what you can do."

The fall sent the Empress flying onto the bed, nearly hitting An Lan who was sleeping peacefully beside her.

An Lan squinted open her eyes. What's going on?

Sheng Wansong's control over the force was very precise. With this throw, he landed the Empress lying on her back on the bed.

"You..."

Feng Xuanji rebuked him and was about to lie down when Sheng Wansong stopped her by pressing down on her arm.

"Don't move, just stay like this."

Sheng Wansong put the fallen jeweled crown back on her head, bending his knees slightly forward to keep it from falling off.

Control the angle to make the lips and throat form a perfect straight line.

The next morning.

A refreshed Sheng Wansong and An Lan with panda eyes walked together toward the exit of the Feng family's residence.

As for why Feng Xuanji didn't come out to see the guests off, Sheng Wansong could only say that being able to get out of bed within five days would be considered a success.

Many young girls looked reluctant to see the two leave.

These young girls had all had contact with Sheng Wansong.

Upon reaching the illusion array, Feng Xuanji, who should have been resting in bed, suddenly appeared before it.

Sheng Wansong knew that this was not Feng Xuanji, but Feng Xuanji's younger sister.

This woman, who looks exactly like Feng Xuanji but lacks her graceful and noble air and has a more aloof and arrogant temperament, is probably known to no one except Feng Xuanji.

Her current title is Phoenix.

Sheng Wansong asked with a smile, "Is Ms. Huang here to see us off?"

Huang shook her head expressionlessly and said coldly, "I'll go with you."

Feng Xuanji did not mention this matter, presumably it was Huang's idea on a whim.

Sheng Wansong nodded slightly, then asked questioningly, "Why?"

Huang coldly uttered two words, "Exterminate demons."

"Excuse me for speaking, but your martial arts technique involves striking the vital nerves of the human body with precise force."

"However, the bodies of demons have already mutated and are different from any other creature in the world, so the effect on demons is probably not ideal."

"If you understand one method, you understand all methods."

Huang remained unmoved; a hint of hesitation appeared on her face, but it was quickly dismissed.

"And I want to see your strength, the way you fight."

Huang has been trying to understand the power that Sheng Wansong displayed back then, but no matter how hard she tries, she is still completely clueless.

Therefore, she wanted to get closer and observe more.

The power that allows the Feng family to fulfill their ancestral wish, transcending gender and species, must be hidden within it.

"I will pay the fee."

Sheng Wansong's gaze lingered on her lips for a moment.

Feng Xuanji's lips were vermilion, painted with the most expensive lipstick, which had caused her second brother to have rings of red spirit rings on his body yesterday.

Phoenix's lips, on the other hand, are all-natural, a light pink color.

Most importantly, these lips possess an astonishing skill, capable of generating ultra-high-frequency sound waves that can shatter solids through high-frequency vibrations.

Huang showed disgust and took a step back.

"The phoenix is ​​the symbol of its race and will never submit to any male."

The memories of martial arts are not just pure memories, but also contain the obsession of generations of phoenixes.

The Phoenix Clan's obsession, which existed since its inception, surpasses that of men.

If no one beyond reason appears in this world, this obsession might create an individual who achieves this goal.

pity.

Sheng Wansong smiled slightly, "Feng Xuanji has already paid the reward. If it's not enough, I will ask her for more."

"That's fine."

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Huang nodded calmly, as if it were only natural for Feng Xuanji to do things for her.