Wedding ceremony tomorrow

Chapter 159 The Nightingale's Blood and Physique

It was midday.

The heavy snow finally stopped, and the streets and houses in Wangxing City were covered in white snow.

However, the entire city remained deserted.

The officials from the yamen and the Demon Suppression Academy were still searching house to house throughout the city.

All the residents were anxious and stayed at home obediently.

After finishing his meal, Luo Qingfeng returned to his room to continue practicing the Thousand Illusions Disguise Technique.

One hour later.

After the surrounding streets quieted down, he left his body and flew onto the rooftop, where he began to temper his soul through daytime travel.

He flew cautiously around, not daring to go too far.

The city is now teeming with cultivators, and some of the Yuan family's experts should have already been mobilized. At this time, we must not be careless.

Nightingale and Crow went to the backyard to cultivate.

The two sisters would occasionally huddle together and whisper to each other. Aya would either nod or write on the ground with a twig.

Luo Qingfeng had only peeked a few times from the rooftop when Nightingale looked up and said fiercely, "Go away!"

Luo Qingfeng obediently walked away, secretly thinking: You're fierce now, but wait until tonight...

A day trip in winter can be quite grueling.

As Luo Qingfeng's soul soared a little higher, he felt an endless chill seep into his body, making him shiver uncontrollably.

When the body encounters such cold, the pores tighten for protection.

The soul, however, was left unprotected, allowing the chill to penetrate the body and roam freely throughout the soul.

The chill, carrying the scent of daylight and the unseen sunlight, tormented the soul at every moment.

Of course, this is a form of spiritual practice.

Like the body, the soul can only become stronger through continuous tempering and transformation.

Despite the pain, Luo Qingfeng continued to sway in mid-air, looking down at the surrounding streets.

It wasn't until evening that this happened.

As night began to fall, he passed through the rooftop and returned to his body.

His soul, which was about to be frozen, was instantly enveloped in warmth the moment it entered his body. He trembled a few times from the comfort and couldn't help but let out a shameful sound.

Nightingale happened to hear this outside the door, so she immediately opened it and poked her head in, looking at him curiously and asking, "What are you doing?"

Luo Qingfeng opened his eyes and said, "Enjoy the warmth of my body."

The nightingale looked at him with a strange expression.

At that moment, another small head suddenly peeked in from below, resting right against her high, firm area, staring blankly into the room.

This sight made Luo Qingfeng take a few more glances, and he couldn't help but ask, "Aya, is it heavy?"

Aya looked completely clueless, as if she didn't understand what he was saying.

Nightingale glared at him, straightened up, and pulled the little girl away, saying, "We're going to cook, we won't bother you anymore."

The two sisters went to the kitchen.

Luo Qingfeng sat on the bed for a while longer before getting off and leaving the room.

He went straight to the backyard, took out the Demon-Slaying Blade, and began practicing his swordsmanship.

The snow behind was quickly cleared away.

Now, every slash he makes seems to carry a scorching heat. The temperature around him rises as he goes on, and a single slash can even melt the snow on the tree branches.

Clearly, it's related to that burning star.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The nicked blade, riddled with nicks, swiftly sliced ​​through the surrounding cold wind in the twilight, producing a series of whistling sounds.

Before we knew it, it was already dark.

Nightingale came to the backyard and quietly watched him for a while. After he sheathed his sword, she spoke up: "An Eight-Star Opening Heaven cultivator with such powerful swordsmanship, he's sure to make a name for himself in the new disciple competition. I wonder what kind of expressions Teacher Cao and Steward Shangguan will have when they see him."

Luo Qingfeng sheathed his sword, wiped the sweat from his brow, and looked at her, asking, "By the way, how many of the new disciples in your Southern Academy have a cultivation level of Eighth Star of the Open Heaven Realm or higher?"

Nightingale thought for a moment and said, "I've only heard of two, but they're both from a team. There should be a second team too."

Luo Qingfeng nodded and said, "I'm not aiming for the top few places, just making it into the top ten will be enough."

Nightingale smiled and said, "The top ten will receive very generous rewards and will also garner attention from the entire academy."

Then she suddenly raised an eyebrow and said, "At that time, Young Master Luo will become a big star in both the South and North Courtyards, and there will definitely be many beautiful girls vying for him."

Luo Qingfeng looked troubled: "This is what I think."

"snort!"

The nightingale snorted coldly and turned to leave.

She had only taken a few steps when suddenly a pair of arms reached out from behind her and picked her up. Then, the person behind her whispered in her ear, "No matter how many pretty girls there are, none of them can compare to my Xiaoying."

Nightingale blushed and struggled, saying, "Let go quickly, or Grandma and Crow will see us."

Luo Qingfeng hugged her tightly and said, "What are you afraid of? They know perfectly well. They heard everything clearly last night."

The nightingale blushed even more: "It's all your fault..."

Luo Qingfeng held her cold little hand and said, "It's clearly your fault. You were the one making all the noise, not me."

"you……"

The nightingale was immediately embarrassed and flustered, stomping on his foot and angrily saying, "Say it again!"

"Ouch, that hurts... Nightingale, save your energy, we'll do it again tonight... Ah! Stop grabbing me, Xiao Feng's going to get angry!"

As the two were fooling around, a heavy knocking sound suddenly came from the front yard. The wooden door banged loudly, almost collapsing.

The two men's expressions changed, and they quickly walked over.

Grandma came out of the kitchen.

Aya, holding an axe, stood by the firewood in the courtyard, a cold look in his dark eyes.

The nightingale walked to the front door and asked, "Who is it?"

A deep voice rang out from outside: "People from the yamen!"

Nightingale frowned and opened the door.

Outside the door stood a middle-aged man dressed in official robes with a short beard.

Behind the middle-aged man were several constables.

Behind those constables appeared a familiar yet gloomy face—it was Yuan Tong!

The middle-aged man with a short beard cupped his hands and said, "I am Sun Zitong, the city garrison commander of the outer city government. A murder occurred in the city early this morning, which I believe you are all aware of. Therefore, we need to search for strangers from house to house, and we hope you can cooperate."

Nightingale frowned and said, "Lord Sun, your men already checked it during the day."

Sun Zitong smiled faintly and said, "They only glanced at the door; they probably didn't go inside to check, right? According to regulations, regardless of who lives inside, we are required to search the house. This is an order from above, and I hope you can understand."

A mocking glint appeared in Nightingale's eyes as she glanced at the last figure and said, "I'm afraid you were acting on someone else's orders?"

Sun Zitong ignored her and directly ordered the constables behind him, "Go in and search! Check every room carefully, and if there are any other people, bring them out immediately."

Nightingale suddenly said, "You can go in to search, but only women are allowed in. You'll definitely rummage through the blankets and wardrobes, and I don't want everything in the house to get dirty."

Sun Zitong glanced at him indifferently and said, "I'm sorry, all our constables are men. This is an order from the government; we hope you will cooperate!"

After saying that, he winked at the constables behind him.

The constables immediately bypassed the girl in front of them, preparing to force their way in.

Anger flashed across Nightingale's face as she raised her hand and gripped the hilt of the knife at her waist.

At this moment, Yuan Tong's cold voice came: "Nightingale, don't make a mistake. At this time, anyone who dares to obstruct the officials is the murderer of my son, and they have the right to kill them without mercy! You have other family members, don't harm them."

Upon hearing this, Nightingale's face turned pale, and her hand gripping the hilt of her knife trembled slightly.

Yuan Tong looked at her with a gloomy expression and said nothing more.

The constables quickly crossed the courtyard and walked onto the corridor. Just as they were about to enter the house, someone suddenly came out and slammed the door shut behind them.

The constables' expressions changed, and they immediately gripped the hilts of their knives, looking warily at the boy in front of them.

When Yuan Tong saw the boy, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his face became even more gloomy.

"Get out of the way!"

One of the constables shouted sternly.

Luo Qingfeng took out his nameplate and said calmly, "I am from the Demon Suppression Academy. According to regulations, if the government wants to break into the homes of Demon Suppression Academy disciples to arrest or search, they need to notify the academy first, produce evidence, or have someone from the academy accompany them. Lord Sun, am I correct?"

Sun Zitong narrowed his eyes and looked at him, saying, "That's true, but we've already notified the Demon Suppression Academy, and Deacon Yuan from the Demon Suppression Academy has also come. So, we have the right to go in and search."

Luo Qingfeng looked at Yuan Tong behind him, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know him. I'm from the North Courtyard, so naturally someone from the North Courtyard should be here to keep an eye on me. Lord Sun, are you sure you really notified the South Courtyard and informed them of my name? Or... did you just come here based on someone else's words?"

Sun Zitong's eye twitched, and he said coldly, "Searching house to house is an order from above. The entire Enforcement Hall of the Demon Suppression Academy is mobilized today. How dare a mere disciple like you obstruct us? If you don't move aside, don't blame me for arresting you for obstructing law enforcement!"

Luo Qingfeng remained unfazed: "Does Lord Sun mean that charges can be arbitrarily determined by your officials? The Demon Suppression Academy is a department directly under the Great Yan Dynasty. Although the disciples in the academy do not hold official positions, they are not people you can bully at will. Are you treating us like ordinary citizens?"

Having said that, he stood tall at the doorway and declared, "It doesn't matter. You can convict me, frame me, or even try to kill me. But the Northern Court will never let this go!"

Sun Zitong's eyelids twitched a few times. After hesitating for a few seconds, he turned his head and looked at Yuan Tong at the very back.

He did come because of Yuan Tong, so he inevitably felt a little guilty.

If this young man were from the Southern Courtyard, it wouldn't be a problem, since Yuan Tong is a steward of the Southern Courtyard and the Yuan family has considerable influence there. However, this young man is from the Northern Courtyard, which is extremely protective of its own members. Moreover, the Northern Courtyard's power is not something a mere city magistrate like him can afford to offend, which makes things difficult.

Yuan Tong walked over from behind, his gaze dark as he looked inside. "Luo Qingfeng, this is Nightingale's house. It has nothing to do with you, right?"

Nightingale suddenly said, "Steward Yuan, this is indeed my home, but it is also his home. I am now married to him. He is my husband, so this is naturally his home as well."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Tong's pupils immediately contracted.

Whether from anger or some other emotion, his voice trembled slightly: "But you didn't have a wedding ceremony!"

Nightingale smiled and said, "We already had our wedding ceremony last night, but we didn't make a big fuss or invite any guests. Deacon Yuan, if you'd like to drink our wedding wine, we'll invite you to Baiwei Hall when you come to the courtyard. We can skip it at home; it's too simple, and we haven't prepared any wine."

Yuan Tong looked at her, his face pale and his eyes twitching.

Nightingale ignored him and turned to Sun Zitong, bowing respectfully. "Lord Sun, we don't mean to obstruct your enforcement of the law. If you send a few women, you are welcome to search freely. After all, we just had our wedding ceremony last night, and the house is spotless. We can't stand it if you let them in."

Sun Zitong didn't say anything more, and looked at Yuan Tong beside him.

Yuan Tong's expression shifted for a moment, then he gave the two of them a cold look before turning around and leaving in a hurry.

Sun Zitong frowned slightly, somewhat embarrassed, and could only wave his hand and lead the constables away.

The courtyard returned to quiet.

Nightingale closed the door, her expression turning serious as she looked at the boy in the corridor with concern.

Night had fallen.

Grandma called from the kitchen doorway, "Aying, Feng, let's eat first."

Luo Qingfeng said, "Okay, let's eat first."

The group brought their food and sat down in the main room, each lost in their own thoughts as they ate.

After dinner, Grandma and Aya went into their room.

Luo Qingfeng entered the kitchen, saw the girl washing dishes, gently hugged her from behind, and comforted her, "Don't worry, it's okay."

Nightingale was silent for a moment, then said, "I think I know why Yuan Tong and the others...are targeting me."

Luo Qingfeng released her and asked, "Why?"

Nightingale lowered her head to wash the dishes, and after a moment, she looked up at him and said, "Because of my blood, or rather, because of my body."

Luo Qingfeng met her gaze for a moment, then said, "So your ability to transform isn't due to supernatural powers, is that right?"

The nightingale was slightly taken aback: "You already knew?"

Luo Qingfeng shook his head: "I don't know anything, but I can guess."

The nightingale lowered her head, finished washing the last bowl, then sighed softly and whispered, "My constitution seems somewhat peculiar, and my blood is unusual; it seems... unlike human blood..."

Luo Qingfeng gently took her hand and said, "No matter what it is, it doesn't matter. Sister Nightingale, I will always be with you and protect you."

The nightingale looked up at him: "Even if I've become some strange...bird?"

Luo Qingfeng nodded: "I like birds."

Nightingale chuckled, her eyes brimming with tears, and nestled her head into his arms.

After washing up, the two went into the room together.

Luo Qingfeng sat down on the bed first, and said with some anticipation, "Sister Nightingale, you just said that your body and blood are very unusual, right? Perfect timing, I was going to have sex last night, let me check the condition of my body first."

Nightingale closed the window, turned to look at him, and asked, "What do you think?"

Luo Qingfeng was already sitting cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed.

With a thought, the data appeared.

[Process 1]

[Eighth-Star Realm of Creation, Progress: 90]

When he saw the second line of data, he was immediately startled.

It jumped straight from forty to ninety!

In just two days!

"Sister Nightingale, come quick!"

"What's wrong?"

"We cultivators cannot waste our time; I must seize the moment... to cultivate!"

"what……"

The girl gasped in surprise as she was pulled onto the bed.

Then, the curtains were closed.

"Ugh...aren't we supposed to be training?"

"Don't speak, just kiss Xiaofeng... Xiaofeng loves you..."

The cold wind howled and howled outside.

In a mountain forest outside the city, many demons once again emerged silently under the cover of night.

A disheveled monster crawled down the hillside to the ravine below, drank its fill of cool, sweet water, and then climbed back up the hillside to search for prey.

Not far away, a white tiger leaped out.

Then, a giant black python, shrouded in demonic mist, emerged from the dense grass and silently slithered into the mountain stream, searching for prey. Suddenly, it burst into a cave and snapped its jaws shut on a small animal inside…

Further away, several demonic birds flew into the night sky, screeching and crying.

The pitch-black forest was instantly transformed into a world of monsters.

Meanwhile, in the nearby city of Wangxing, all was quiet and peaceful, and the people were already fast asleep.

Only the biting north wind blew the lanterns in the shops, making a clanging sound that continued until dawn.

(End of this chapter)