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

Yu Luoning blinked, a smile curving her lips, her voice sharpening, "Young Master Feng, what is the meaning of this? Are you stopping me because you can't bear to part with me?"

When Feng Qiguang saw her speaking in a high-pitched voice again, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Wasn't it better the way you were talking just now? Why are you being so pretentious again?"

"Doesn't Your Highness know," Yu Luoning tilted her head, "that girls only become coquettish in front of the person they like."

Feng Qiguang's face darkened for a moment. "Didn't I tell you that having this face would make you behave yourself?"

Yu Luoning rolled her eyes inwardly, too lazy to waste any more time on the topic, and put on a helpless look, "Yes, yes, yes, I'll do as Prince Feng says. I've delivered the message I was supposed to, and how to deal with it is up to you, Prince."

"elder sister!"

A hurried voice rushed from the alley entrance, and Yu Luoning turned her head sharply.

It is a document.

Her face was deathly pale, and she was panting heavily: "Oh no! A ghost cultivator has come to our house! Brother Song Chi stopped the ghost cultivator and let me escape..."

Yu Luoning's heart sank.

wrong.

She had already removed the primordial spirit mark from the treasure-hunting rat, so how could the ghost cultivator senior brother still find it?

Before he could think further, Feng Qiguang spoke in a deep voice, and the Feng family cultivators behind him immediately rushed towards the alley.

Fearing it would be too late, Feng Qiguang activated his Transcendental Technique, and his figure vanished in an instant.

He left, and no one around noticed Yu Luoning.

She took a breath, waited a moment, and made sure no one was watching. Then, she activated her teleportation technique and followed closely behind with the documents.

The moment she landed, she saw that Feng Qiguang had already shielded Song Chi behind him.

Song Chi leaned against the wall, with a cut on his arm, but it didn't seem to be a big problem.

Yu Luoning glanced at it and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The little mouse climbed up from Song Chi's shoulder and cried out to Yu Luoning, "Master, help! This hairy monster is chasing after us following the shockwave from the seal's release! It's so scary! I'm so frightened!"

Yu Luoning frowned, too lazy to pay attention to it.

Feng Qiguang turned his head and glanced at her.

"You came pretty quickly."

Yu Luoning remained expressionless: "I used a high-level escape talisman to teleport here."

Feng Qiguang didn't speak, but just glanced at her. Something flashed across her face and then quickly disappeared.

"Oh, a few more little bugs have come. Hmm~ they all smell so good."

A two-meter-tall man sat in the courtyard, his black veil hanging down to the ground, obscuring his entire face. He stared at the group with a sinister gaze.

Suddenly, a night breeze blew, lifting a corner of Mi Li's hair to reveal countless long black hairs.

Yu Luoning never dared to imagine that someone's hair could cover their entire body; she instantly got goosebumps.

"Take them away first," Feng Qiguang suddenly said in a deep voice.

Without any hesitation, Yu Luoning leaped up and dragged Song Chi and the document away.

The ghost cultivator wasn't in a hurry. He slowly got up, lifted the veil, and his black fur was exposed in the night, making him look like a giant black cocoon.

The long hair seemed to come alive, dancing in the air at an extremely fast speed.

Each long hair has a thin blood vessel in the middle; if it is inserted, it will drain the body of its vital essence.

The ghost cultivator licked his lips, looked at Feng Qiguang, and moved.

In an instant, a tuft of black hair twisted into tentacles and flew towards him.

The Phoenix Perch Sword's energy was like a rainbow. With a wave of his hand, he slashed it in two, and with a light touch of his toes, he leaped back a few steps in mid-air.

On the other side, Yu Luoning ran a long way and pushed Song Chi and Wenshu into the purple halo, saying, "You go in first, I will teleport you to the woods ten miles away."

Song Chi pursed his lips: "I can still fight."

Yu Luoning gave him a flick on the forehead and said, "This time won't work. This black-haired monster is too strong. Even if I go, I'll only cause trouble. I know you're reckless, but this time you have to behave yourself."

Song Chi didn't speak, his eyes stubborn.

The clerk said, "Sister, be careful. I'll definitely keep an eye on brother."

Yu Luoning nodded.

The aura receded, and the two disappeared from the circle.

There was a moment of silence.

Yu Luoning looked back in the direction they had come from.

I can't quite let it go.

She cursed herself, turned around, and went back.

When I returned, the situation had already deteriorated.

The Feng family disciples arrived, but they couldn't get close at all.

The black hair danced like a venomous snake, and with a few swishes, several people fell to the ground.

Feng Qiguang could only tell them to retreat and go to invite the ancestor.

Before long, he was in a sorry state, his clothes torn and covered in blood.

Yu Luoning hid behind a pillar in the corridor and secretly watched.

Feng Qiguang's Dao Heart was damaged, and his cultivation was not as good as before, so he was struggling to maintain it.

She possesses magical artifacts, but her cultivation techniques cannot be easily revealed. Low-level magical artifacts will exhibit bloodline suppression when facing magical artifacts of the same origin.

If it is used, Feng Qiguang will definitely become suspicious.

She gritted her teeth and pressed her hand down.

hold on.

The next moment, the ghost cultivator let out a low roar, and a swarm of black fur rushed down. Feng Qiguang blocked with his sword, but was blasted away by the impact and crashed into the courtyard wall.

The wall collapsed with a loud crash.

Feng Qiguang coughed up blood, supported himself with his sword, and knelt on one knee.

Seeing the critical situation, Yu Luoning couldn't care less about anything else.

She clasped her hands together, her fingertips frantically forming hand seals, and a prison was drawn on the ground, appearing beneath their feet. The backlash seal also activated a golden arc-shaped protective shield.

The black fur touched the backlash mark and instantly shrank back, emitting a burnt smell.

The ghost cultivator stopped, looked down at his own fur, then stared at Yu Luoning, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"That's interesting."

A barrage of spells rained down on the protective barrier, and the golden arc began to shatter under the impact.

Yu Luoning was heartbroken.

Before long, the backlash seal shattered completely.

Now, she really felt like she was going to vomit blood.

It's like losing one of your magic weapons.

She glanced sideways at Feng Qiguang, her eyes filled with a melancholy, wondering if the backlash mark could be reapplied.

"This guy is at least at the Foundation Establishment stage; he's not someone you or I can beat," Feng Qiguang said.

"What should we do then?"

"Hold on until the patriarch arrives."

Yu Luoning took a deep breath and nodded.

So the two of them started stalling.

Feng Qiguang faced the attack head-on, taking the brunt of it with his body.

Yu Luoning roamed the flanks, using all available skills to stop everything he could.

Feng Qiguang glanced at her occasionally, somewhat puzzled, but this was not the time to ask.

The sky was filled with black fur, blocking all escape routes. Feng Qiguang used the Transcendent Technique to teleport continuously, carrying Yu Luoning and dodging several fatal attacks. His spiritual power was almost exhausted.

The ghost cultivator slowly approached, enjoying the struggle between the two, and sneered, "It's time to end this."

at this time,

A sword light streaked across the sky, striking the ghost cultivator and sending him flying more than ten feet away.

The ghost cultivator's eyes widened as he saw that it was Feng Xichen, the patriarch of the Feng family, who had arrived.

The difference between the Purple Mansion cultivation level and the Foundation Establishment level doesn't require any skill at all.

Feng Xichen raised his hand, and purple spiritual power poured out like a tide. The black fur of the ghost cultivator instantly melted away in front of that spiritual power.

The ghost cultivator roared and struggled, but was burned alive.

Silence returned to the surroundings.

Feng Xichen turned around and looked at Feng Qiguang: "Are you alright?"

Feng Qiguang shook his head: "Thank you, Ancestor, I'm fine."

Seeing Feng Qiguang's unfamiliarity, Feng Xichen felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

He was the successor he favored most, but unfortunately his Dao heart was damaged, and he was afraid that he would be stuck at the Foundation Establishment stage in this life.

There was no other way but to let him manage clan affairs and turn his attention to cultivating the next generation of cultivators in the clan.

Everything is for the continuation of the family line.

The Feng family only has him as the sole survivor at the Purple Mansion Realm, but how many more years can he hold on?

Feng Xichen sighed and said gently, "Your injuries are quite severe. Go back and rest well."

Feng Qiguang nodded: "Thank you for your concern, Ancestor."

Feng Xichen gave a few more instructions and then turned and left.

Yu Luoning stood in the ruins, panting heavily. She looked down at herself and saw that she was in a very sorry state.

Fortunately, he escaped with his life again.

Just as Yu Luoning was about to leave, Feng Qiguang suddenly called out to her.

"You'd better have something to say!" Yu Luoning said angrily, turning around to glare at him.

Feng Qiguang remained silent, his gaze fixed intently on Yu Luoning.