Dual cultivation makes you stronger, everyone else is a prodigy, and I'm the only one slacking

Mo Fei covered his private parts, overwhelmed with shame and anger: "You vile wench, what do you intend to do to me?"

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in you, I won't do anything with you."

Mo Fei's face flushed red and then turned pale.

But he dared not make a move, because the awe-inspiring sword was hovering above him.

He believed that if he made the slightest move, the sword would pierce his crown chakra without hesitation.

"I didn't expect that blind man to value you so much, giving such a precious artifact to a maid?" Mo Fei said in a muffled voice, his tone somewhat strange.

Yu Luoning was too lazy to explain. She took out a roll of thick hemp rope from her Qiankun bag, and with swift movements, tied the man up tightly with a pig-binding knot. Then she threw the end of the rope onto the tree trunk.

The next moment, Mo Fei was hanging on the tree trunk like a rice dumpling.

He roared, "Do you know who I am? How dare you treat me like this, you lowly servant! When I get out of here, I'll grind your entire family to dust!"

With a snap, Yu Luoning picked up the shoe that the other person had thrown off from the ground, expressionless, pointed the toe of the shoe at the person's foul mouth, and shoved it in hard.

"If I didn't know who you are, do you think you'd still be alive? You little punk, you're all brats with no skills, but you've got quite the temper. Today, this old lady will teach you a lesson in what it means to be beaten up by a tough guy."

Mo Fei's mouth was tightly gagged, and he could only make muffled whimpering sounds. His eyes were filled with frustration and despair.

All that could be heard was the sound of slapping. Yu Luoning picked up a wooden stick and, as if venting her anger, struck Mo Fei a few more times.

"You have such a foul mouth! Calling me 'lowly servant' all the time, how can you be so rude? Always talking about hitting and killing, do you think others can't beat you? They're only doing it because of your status. Do you really think that's your strength? You only have one face, can't you at least stop embarrassing yourself?"

The Star Moon Sword, hovering above Yu Luoning's head, seemed to sense its master's emotions.

The sword trembled slightly, emitting a light humming sound, as if it were laughing heartily like a person.

Mo Fei cried so hard that snot and tears streamed down his face, which was once quite handsome but was now covered in mud and grime.

Several conspicuous red marks appeared on his pampered skin.

Mo Fei struggled to spit out the shoe from his mouth, gritting his teeth.

"You wretched woman...you might as well kill me! A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! How dare you treat me like this!"

Yu Luoning threw away the wooden stick and gave him a disdainful look.

To be honest, putting aside his annoying personality, Mo Fei is quite good-looking.

Even now, with only his underwear hanging from the tree, his chest muscles trembling slightly with anger and his teary eyes inexplicably evoke a desire to ravage him.

Yu Luoning stared at him for two seconds, then touched her chin and clicked her tongue twice: "He's not bad looking, but unfortunately, he has a mouth."

Mo Fei felt a chill run down his spine under her direct and scrutinizing gaze, and his originally cold body suddenly felt slightly hot due to the slight embarrassment.

In his sixteen years of life, the women around him were either like Lu Feishuang, who wouldn't even give him a second glance, or like Lu Wanying, who fawned over him.

No one has ever dared to act like this damned woman.

"What are you staring at me for?" Mo Fei's eyes flickered slightly.

"Let's see when you're dry." Yu Luoning rolled her eyes, turned around and waved, "I'm leaving, no need to see me off."

"Hey! Stop right there! Untie me!"

Yu Luoning ignored him, picked up the shoe sole that had fallen to the ground, and stuffed it back into his mouth.

Then they walked into the distance.

Mo Fei was suspended in mid-air, struggling for a short while.

Mo Yuntian, the patriarch of the Mo family, arrived with a group of Mo family disciples.

"Who dares to harm my grandson?"

A thunderous roar echoed through the desolate world.

The moment Mo Fei's blood-red pupil mirror shattered, the natal lamp belonging exclusively to Mo Fei in the Mo family ancestral home shook wildly and almost went out.

Mo Yuntian was terrified and rushed over without stopping, using the location of the secret treasure.

But when he saw the scene before him clearly, this ruthless patriarch of the Purple Mansion was completely bewildered.

His arrogant and pampered grandson was hanging from a dead tree trunk, wearing only his underwear.

He frantically used magic to put his grandson down, then pried the dirty shoe out of Mo Fei's mouth, heartbroken.

"My dear child, how did you end up in such a sorry state? Tell Grandpa who it was? Who tied you up here? I'll grind them to dust and avenge my precious grandson!"

Mo Fei coughed violently a few times.

Mo Yuntian quickly took out a clean robe from his spatial artifact, then took out a porcelain bottle, poured out a few pills, and handed them over.

"Swallow it."

Mo Fei wiped his mouth, swallowed the pill, and a complex light flashed in his peach blossom eyes.

"Grandpa, I'll handle this myself. You're not allowed to interfere."

Mo Yuntian paused, staring at him for a moment.

After a long pause, he snorted, "Fine. You come back with me to recover. This blessed land is a bit strange; I'm worried about you exploring it alone."

Mo Fei nodded and forced himself to stand up.

Mo Yuntian raised his hand and made a hand seal, preparing to lead everyone to break through the boundary and leave.

The next instant, the spiritual energy seemed to hit an invisible barrier and was bounced back.

Mo Yuntian raised an eyebrow, changed his gesture, and tried again.

We still can't get out.

"How strange, they can't leave?" Mo Yuntian said in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Mo Fei's expression changed slightly: "Grandpa, even with your cultivation level, you can't get out?"

Mo Yuntian's gaze swept across the deathly gray sky, and he calculated for a moment with his fingers. His expression was solemn:

"It seems this is no ordinary grotto-heaven."

"It is a passage to the heavens."

"This place is imprisoned by an array. The passage will only open when the space collapses by triggering the mechanism. Forcibly breaking through the boundary will only result in a rebound."

He paused, then Chen Chen sighed, "It might take a year or two... before we can get out."

Mo Fei's face turned pale.

"That damn jinx."

Mo Yuntian glanced sideways: "What do you mean by 'jinx'?"

Mo Fei's lips twitched, his expression as strange as if he had swallowed a fly.

A Mohist disciple standing nearby had been holding it in for a long time, but finally couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Reporting to the Ancestor, the young master made a bet with someone before entering the cave heaven."

"The young master said that if it really takes several years to get out of this cave, he will eat while standing upside down... uh."

Mo Yuntian: "What do you want to eat?"

The disciple's scalp tightened, and he forced himself to speak:

"Eat... shit."

The air remained still for three breaths.

Mo Yuntian slowly looked at Mo Fei, his expression blank.

Mo Fei lowered his head, his face filled with shame and anger.

I dare not look, I absolutely dare not look.