Fellow Daoist, I gladly accept this heaven-defying opportunity.

The little girl's body seemed to have become a bottomless vortex, absorbing as much spiritual energy as it came without any stagnation.

Even more strangely, a hazy blue light gradually emanated from her body, and a chilling aura emanated from her.

"What's going on?"

Xu Mofeng's expression changed slightly.

It's just breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage, why make such a fuss?

The chill within Asang's body grew stronger, and crystal-clear icicles began to condense on the ground around her.

In the night sky, icy blue snowflakes began to fall gently.

This scene was completely beyond Xu Mofeng's comprehension. He couldn't understand how a mere Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment could trigger such a celestial phenomenon.

The only saving grace was that Asang, who was at the center of the spiritual energy vortex, remained calm and showed no signs of pain or discomfort.

Just as Xu Mofeng was at a loss, a dazzling streak of light suddenly flashed across the sky.

Xu Mofeng suddenly looked up and froze instantly.

The golden thread of opportunity that he had been eagerly awaiting these past few days was now rapidly approaching this place!

What exactly is inside that flowing light?

What exactly is Asang's golden opportunity?

He held his breath and stared intently at the streak of light, finally making out its outline.

It was a person, a woman dressed in magnificent palace attire, with an ethereal air and unparalleled beauty.

The woman walked through the air, her gaze fixed on Asang, her face filled with undisguised surprise and fervor.

"I never expected to encounter someone with a naturally born Cold Spirit Body in this desolate place in the Southern Region. Truly, Heaven blesses our sect!"

Xu Mofeng was shaken, his face filled with emotion.

Cold Spirit Mystic Body!

It turns out that Asang is actually a Xuan-level spirit body possessor!

No wonder her martial arts talent is so monstrous!

And this woman... walking on air?

On the Flame Spirit Continent, those who can break through the void must be at least at the Nascent Soul Realm!

In other words, the woman in front of us is at least a powerful being at the Nascent Soul stage?

The Nascent Soul Realm... this realm is simply too far away for Xu Mofeng.

It should be noted that even the sect leader of the Biyou Sect is only at the Nascent Soul stage!

Is this... Asang's incredible stroke of luck?!

As his mind was in turmoil, the woman in palace attire arrived in an instant and landed in front of the two of them.

Without even glancing at Xu Mofeng, she waved her sleeve lightly, and the snowflakes instantly vanished. Asang, who had been sitting cross-legged, floated down in front of her.

Asang opened her eyes to find a strange woman staring at her, her gaze as if she were looking at some rare treasure. Startled, she instinctively looked for Xu Mofeng and called out urgently, "Young Master!"

The woman in palace attire glanced at Xu Mofeng indifferently.

With just one glance, Xu Mofeng felt as if he had been struck by a thousand bolts of lightning, his hair stood on end, and even his breathing became somewhat labored.

The gap is too big.

He was merely a Foundation Establishment cultivator, no different from dust in front of a Nascent Soul expert.

But it was precisely at times like these that Xu Mofeng's mind raced the fastest.

This woman is a tremendous opportunity for Asang. If nothing unexpected happens, she will take Asang back with her and take her as her personal disciple, nurturing her with care.

With Asang gone, the already exceptionally talented girl will surely soar to great heights, and from then on, they will be worlds apart, unlikely to ever meet again.

Logically speaking, it's basically impossible for me to change her destiny, since I haven't even found a solution for the previous purple destiny yet.

After all, they haven't known each other for very long, and their feelings for each other haven't deepened enough to form a bond.

But... isn't this the perfect opportunity for their relationship to heat up rapidly and undergo a qualitative change?

If you can handle this step well... this naive young girl will definitely remember him for a lifetime!

Thinking of this, Xu Mofeng's eyes narrowed, and he had already made up his mind.

Xu Mofeng took a deep breath and slowly took out the long sword from his storage ring.

He was about to draw his sword against the woman before him, who resembled a goddess, all for Asang!

It's not that I expect to win, but at least I want Asang to see with her own eyes that I'm willing to risk my life for her.

This is the key to forging a bond: to leave a deep imprint on her innocent heart, so that she will never forget the person who dared to stand up for her.

He knew perfectly well that with his limited strength, he couldn't possibly harm the opponent in the slightest. Out of respect for Asang, the probability of being killed on the spot was no more than 30%.

With a 70% chance of success, it's worth taking the gamble.

I'll do it because of the opportunity!

"Let her go, no matter who you are..."

Xu Mofeng held the knife in both hands, his gaze fixed intently on the woman in palace attire, and said, word by word, "Release Asang!"

The woman in palace attire glanced at him in surprise, then smiled.

That smile was so bright it could light up the heavens and the earth, yet it also carried the disdain of a god looking down on the mortal world, the nonchalant smile of a giant looking at the ants baring their fangs and claws at his feet.

Xu Mofeng remained unmoved and suddenly drew his sword!

hatred!hatred!hatred!

I hate how unfair fate is!

A decisive strike, two parts of the intent of a decisive strike!

His eyes instantly turned as black as ink, and wisps of black energy rose from his body, his figure completely blending into the night, as he unleashed a horizontal slash.

"what?"

The woman in palace attire showed a hint of surprise. "A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, yet you've grasped two-tenths of the sword intent. You do have some talent. It's a pity that those with your talent in the Central Plains are as numerous as the sands of a long river; otherwise, I might have taken you under my wing."

After saying that, she shook her head and casually pointed out.

In an instant, the sharp blade light shattered inch by inch, and Xu Mofeng was as if he had been hit by an invisible force, flying backward and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The gap is so large it's despairing.

"Young Master!"

Seeing Xu Mofeng crash heavily to the ground, Asang cried out in alarm and immediately tried to rush over, but the woman held her tightly, preventing her from moving.

Xu Mofeng felt his internal organs churning, but he gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, swinging his knife again without saying a word.

"A decisive strike!"

This time, with two-tenths of the sword intent combined with the power of a dragon, the sword light was several times more violent than before.

"It's actually a low-level spirit body."

The woman's tone was flat and emotionless. "Unfortunately, her aptitude is still too poor."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed with his finger again.

The blade flashed again, and Xu Mofeng coughed up blood and flew backward, his injuries even more severe.

His powerful spiritual body far surpassed that of ordinary Foundation Establishment martial artists, yet under the hands of this woman in palace attire, he was like a rag doll, completely at her mercy.

The force of just two fingers had already caused his internal organs to bleed slightly.

Damn, this time we went a little too far!

Is this woman really going to kill me?

Xu Mofeng mentally cursed, but there was no turning back now. He leaned on his long sword and struggled to get up.

"Young Master!"

Asang's cries were choked with sobs, her eyes were red, and her face was filled with panic and worry.

Xu Mofeng forced a smile at her and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't worry, Asang. I've said it before, anyone who tries to bully you will have to get past me first."

Asang stared at him blankly, feeling as if she had been struck hard in the depths of her heart, a mixture of indescribable bitterness and warmth welling up inside her.

Xu Mofeng struck for the third time.

The woman had already lost her patience: "I don't have time to waste on a little brat like you."

The power of the surrounding heaven and earth was suddenly mobilized, transforming into countless invisible hands that relentlessly pressed against Xu Mofeng's body.

Xu Mofeng's pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, he truly sensed the presence of death.

In the face of despair, despair and resentment grew wildly, and the originally stable 20% of the decisive sword intent quietly transformed at this moment...

Comprehending 30%! The ultimate sword intent!

click-

The blade shattered, and the longsword in his hand also broke into pieces, but the pressure barrier was also forcibly torn open with a thin crack.

Xu Mofeng squeezed out of the gap with all his might, his pores oozing fine blood beads, looking extremely miserable.

"Young master! Young master!..."

Asang could no longer hold back, crying out in anguish as she desperately tried to break free and run towards him, but she was firmly restrained by the woman in palace attire and could only struggle in vain.

She knelt down with a thud, crying and pleading, "Please, please stop hitting the young master... I'll go with you, I'm willing to go with you!"

The woman's expression shifted slightly, but her tone remained indifferent: "I wasn't targeting him; he's the one who's been relentlessly pestering me."

She then looked at Xu Mofeng: "I'm taking her away for her own good. With her talent, staying by your side will only stifle her potential. If you truly value her, you shouldn't be stopping me."

Xu Mofeng struggled to his feet.

He understood these principles perfectly well, even better than anyone else. From the very beginning, he wasn't trying to stop...

Through his blood-blurred vision, he saw Asang looking at him with teary eyes, her mouth tightly covered, her face full of pain and worry.

Xu Mofeng grinned; his goal had been achieved.

But there's one last step missing; the true bond still needs something to anchor it.

He struggled to remove the storage ring from his hand and threw it at Asang.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you."

Asang stared blankly at the ring that had fallen in front of her. After a few seconds of stunned silence, tears welled up in her eyes, and she slowly picked up the ring and held it in her palm.