Wedding ceremony tomorrow

Chapter 115 Death of Society

Sure enough it was him!

In Luo Qingfeng's mind, the scene of the other party suddenly appearing and slaying the demon with a single sword when he was on the verge of death that night couldn't help but appear.

From that night on, he embarked on the path of cultivation.

Looking back now, it all seems like a dream.

That night, with just a few words, the other party gave him the cultivation technique.

It feels a bit like a joke.

He then remembered that he still owed the other party ten magic pills.

It seems a bit difficult now.

None of the demons he encountered possessed a demon core.

Will he be able to collect all ten a year later?

"Sir, the cultivation technique you practice, could it be that it was given to you by my master?"

Dong Miaomiao asked curiously.

Luo Qingfeng nodded: "It's him."

He then corrected himself, saying, "The poem is: 'The roc rises with the wind in a single day, soaring straight up ninety thousand miles.'"

Dong Miaomiao immediately clapped her hands excitedly, saying, "Yes, yes, yes! That's it! It sounds so powerful and impressive! Did Master recite it when you saw him?"

Luo Qingfeng nodded and said, "I've read it."

Dong Miaomiao said happily, "What a coincidence! I didn't expect that you, sir, are actually my junior brother! I thought my master only had me as a disciple, but I didn't expect you to have another one!"

Luo Qingfeng said, "I did not become his disciple, nor did he accept me as his apprentice."

Dong Miaomiao said, "As long as you cultivate Master's techniques, you will be Master's disciple. Master wouldn't just give away his techniques to someone else. He must want to take you as his disciple, but he's too embarrassed to say it. Actually, he wants you to kneel down and beg him."

Luo Qingfeng asked, "What's that senior's name?"

Dong Miaomiao thought for a moment and said, "It seems to be called Bai Lang."

"White Waves?"

Luo Qingfeng secretly memorized the name.

After all, he was his creditor, and had also saved his life and guided him.

Luo Qingfeng then asked, "What is Senior Bai's cultivation level?"

Dong Miaomiao shook her head: "I don't know either. My master never said anything. Anyway, he's very powerful. I couldn't beat ten of them."

Luo Qingfeng looked at her and asked, "What is your cultivation level?"

Dong Miaomiao immediately puffed out her chest, somewhat proudly saying, "I just broke through to the Seventh Star of the Heavenly Realm yesterday! Impressive, right? Am I qualified to be your senior sister?"

Luo Qingfeng sincerely said, "Impressive."

At such a young age, he has already reached the level of the Seven Stars of Creation; he is truly remarkable.

Dong Miaomiao immediately rubbed her fists together, eager for a fight: "Sir, how about we have a spar? It's been a long time since I've had a proper fight with someone."

Then he added, "Don't worry, sir, I'll be gentle and won't use too much force."

Luo Qingfeng glanced at the small courtyard and said, "It's not very convenient here, maybe next time."

We finally have a lovely little courtyard; let's not ruin it later.

Dong Miaomiao remained enthusiastic and invited, "Sir, why don't you come to my place? I'm not afraid there."

Luo Qingfeng immediately refused, but before he could speak, Dong Miaomiao pouted, snorted, and punched him in the face, saying, "Sir, you're stingy! Take this punch first!"

Luo Qingfeng dodged to the side.

Dong Miaomiao suddenly raised her right leg and kicked out, saying in a sweet voice, "Take another kick!"

Just as Luo Qingfeng was about to reach out and grab her, the other woman suddenly spun around, her red dress fluttering as her other small foot, clad in a red boot, kicked at him with lightning speed.

These two kicks seemed ordinary, but they were extremely swift and tricky. One was aimed at his upper body pressure points, and the other at his lower body pressure points. If either kick hit, his whole body would go numb and he would be stunned for a few seconds.

In battle, even a pause of half a second, let alone a few seconds, can be fatal.

Luo Qingfeng didn't dare to take the hit head-on and immediately retreated.

Dong Miaomiao danced like a butterfly, her red dress fluttering and her hair flying. Just as one toe touched the ground, she suddenly spun around and closed in on him, throwing a punch at his face.

The entire movement was performed in one smooth motion, appearing light and graceful.

Luo Qingfeng did not retreat. He threw a punch, which collided heavily with her small fist.

"Bang!"

The little man has great strength.

Luo Qingfeng's body trembled, and he involuntarily took a few steps back, stomping his foot heavily on the ground before regaining his balance.

The two are at two different levels.

His performance is already quite good.

Dong Miaomiao clenched her small fists, refrained from attacking, and said with a smile, "Sir, your strength is still quite formidable, but your most powerful weapon should still be that broken sword, right?"

She naturally witnessed the battle that night.

Luo Qingfeng's arm went numb, and he stopped his cultivation technique, saying, "Your strongest skill isn't your fists and feet, is it?"

Dong Miaomiao smiled and said, "Of course not, but don't worry, sir, I will only touch you with my hands and feet, nothing else."

Luo Qingfeng said, "Let's not compete anymore. Let's talk about it next time when we have time."

He was about to gather his energy to sprint towards advancement, but he didn't want things to go wrong during the competition at this time.

Dong Miaomiao had no choice but to put away her little fist, looking bored: "When will you have time, sir?"

Luo Qingfeng thought for a moment and said, "Next time in class."

Dong Miaomiao immediately pouted: "There are still many days left."

Suddenly, her eyes lit up: "By the way, sir, can I come to the Demon Suppression Academy to find you? You must be cultivating there every day, right? Cultivating alone is so boring, and progress is so slow. I'll come and help you practice combat techniques, okay?"

Luo Qingfeng thought the suggestion was good.

Cultivating alone can indeed be quite boring, and combat experience needs to be accumulated through constant battles, not something that can be gained by cultivating behind closed doors by oneself.

Although this little girl has a somewhat unreliable personality, her fist and foot skills and fighting techniques are undeniable.

With her as his sparring partner, his combat skills would improve even faster.

Thinking of this, he calculated the time and said, "Then how about the day after tomorrow? Go there the day after tomorrow morning... By the way, it seems you can't get into the Demon Suppression Academy."

Dong Miaomiao immediately laughed and said, "Sir, you underestimate me! I am the third young lady of Ningguo Mansion. I can come and go as I please at the Demon Suppression Academy whenever I want! My eldest brother is in the genius team of the Earth Rank Department of the Demon Suppression Academy. Who dares to stop me? Moreover, several teachers of the Demon Suppression Academy have a very good relationship with my father. Every time they come to the manor, they invite me to play. They even hope that I will join the Demon Suppression Academy next year."

Luo Qingfeng was speechless: "Alright, indeed, sir, you underestimated me."

The same applies to this era; those with power and influence can go anywhere, and all the rules are designed for ordinary people like him.

At this moment, Dong Miaomiao's maid, Achun, suddenly appeared at the door and said in a crisp voice, "Miss, Madam wants you to come over."

Dong Miaomiao frowned immediately: "What?"

Ah Chun glanced at the young man beside her, somewhat embarrassed, "This servant doesn't know either. Madam told me to come and call Miss."

Dong Miaomiao immediately became angry: "Is it just because you think I've been staying with you for a while and are afraid of what others will say? Humph, my relationship with you is completely innocent, and I have a clear conscience. Anyone who dares to gossip will have their tongue cut out!"

Ah Chun immediately lowered her head, her face contorted with distress, and said, "Miss, the master is here too."

Upon hearing this, Dong Miaomiao became even angrier: "So it was Father who was gossiping! Humph! He always tells people that girls should be reserved, know how to protect themselves, and stay away from other men. He's so annoying with his nagging."

Despite saying this, she still seemed somewhat afraid of the Duke of Ningguo, and could only pout as she bid farewell to Luo Qingfeng.

As she reached the door, she suddenly turned back and asked, "By the way, sir, where should I look for you at the Demon Suppression Academy the day after tomorrow?"

Luo Qingfeng thought for a moment and said, "The North Courtyard Library, or the training grounds for the first team."

"North Campus?"

Dong Miaomiao exclaimed with delight, "Is the master in the North Courtyard? My older brother is there too! Hehe, if anyone in the North Courtyard dares to bully the master, I'll have my brother beat them up, hmph!"

After saying that, he left happily.

Luo Qingfeng stood in the courtyard for a while before giving some instructions to Xiao Tao and Xiao Mei, then went inside to continue his cultivation.

The power of the stars was very weak in the afternoon.

After cultivating for an hour, he continued to practice the Thousand Illusions Disguise Technique.

By evening.

He tried it in front of the mirror and found that when he used his disguise, his face was no longer unchanged; only his nose and eyes were crooked.

Now, even his mouth is starting to distort...

Fortunately, at least the face looks somewhat different.

No rush, keep trying!

After finishing his practice, he left the room and said goodbye to Xiao Tao and Xiao Mei.

The two maids immediately looked unhappy.

After Luo Qingfeng promised the two girls that he would come over next evening, the two maids finally showed shy smiles.

"Young master, come earlier next time so we can warm your blankets."

Two maids saw him off at the gate, waving goodbye reluctantly. They stood there in a daze long after his figure disappeared from sight.

Luo Qingfeng went straight back to the Demon Suppression Academy.

He decided to help Senior Bai finish the remaining parts of the Poison Refining Manual early tonight, and then begin his cultivation.

After tonight's training, I should be able to advance in rank.

When he entered the library, Granny Ning opened her eyes and asked, "Have you taken a bath?"

Luo Qingfeng said, "I washed it last night."

Granny Ning frowned, her face full of disgust: "You smell like a woman, at least three women. Go to the backyard and take another bath, then change into clean clothes before going upstairs."

Luo Qingfeng quickly sniffed himself and found that he did indeed have a faint fragrance, but he couldn't tell which scents were which or whose.

He didn't dare say anything more and immediately went to the backyard.

To save time, he took a cold shower and changed into a clean gray-white robe before going back upstairs.

From the window on the sixth floor.

Bai Ruofei was sitting there quietly, basking in the golden sunset, lost in thought.

She was also wearing a loose gray-white robe.

Whether subconsciously or out of a sense of comfort, her ample bosom was once again displayed on the table, proudly showing off in the setting sun.

Luo Qingfeng glanced at it and walked over.

Before he could speak, she said casually, "Did you relieve yourself in the garden just now?"

Luo Qingfeng was taken aback, then suddenly looked at the window next to her. His expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly walked from the table opposite her to the window and looked down.

Upon seeing this, they were immediately horrified!

You can see the garden below right from this window!

(End of this chapter)