218: Chapter 218 Who gave you permission?

Xu Yingying trembled, a flicker of fear flashing through her beautiful eyes, but it was overshadowed by determination.

She bit her lip and said softly, "Master, please, let him go! As long as you agree, whatever you ask me to do in the future, I will do it willingly!"

After speaking, Xu Yingying slowly lifted the hem of her black gauze skirt, slightly revealing skin as white as snow, which, in its fleeting glimpse, exuded an alluring charm.

However, Leng Qianming did not even glance at the fleeting sight of her beauty; instead, a nameless fire surged in his heart.

With a sharp "slap," a single word followed: "Get out!"

Leng Qianming's face flushed red with rage, unable to contain his anger. He raised his hand and struck Xu Yingying fiercely, the force of the blow sending her flying, crashing heavily to the ground not far from Han Fei.

"Hehehe..."

At this moment, Han Fei, who had previously collapsed on the ground, stood up again, muttering to himself and emitting an eerie laugh.

His entire body was engulfed in raging demonic flames, showing no signs of injury whatsoever.

"Xiaofei!" Ignoring the burning pain in her cheek, Xu Yingying held back her tears, struggled to her feet, and hurried to Han Fei's side.

She reached out with her delicate, smooth hands, attempting to wipe the blood trickling from the corner of Han Fei's mouth.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a loud bang, Han Fei seemed to have lost his sanity; his eyes were blood-red, and a terrifying aura emanated from his body.

He struck out with a palm without mercy, sending Xu Yingying flying.

"Pfft!" A mist of blood sprayed out instantly.

Like a kite with a broken string, Xu Yingying landed in a highly disheveled manner, crashing down ten zhang away.

"Brat, you are not allowed to discipline my servant! You dare to strike her? Today shall be the day you meet your end!"

Leng Qianming mocked Han Fei with arrogant bluster, immediately unleashing his most powerful killing move, clearly intending to finish Han Fei off in one stroke.

Leng Qianming reached both hands toward the sky, chanting incantations.

A moment later, a thousand-zhang-long spear, pitch-black as ink, suddenly materialized.

The spear shimmered with an eerie light, carrying unparalleled might as it shot straight toward Han Fei.

"Spear of the Immortal God, go and die!" Leng Qianming roared, his eyes filled with killing intent.

Just at this critical moment, an aged and calm voice suddenly echoed from the depths of Han Fei's mind: "It is time to leave. After this incident, I suppose that Mu brat will focus on his cultivation."

The speaker was none other than Yao Lao, who had been hidden in Han Fei's sea of consciousness for a long time. Yao Lao gently raised his hand, easily tearing through space.

"Boom!"

As a roar echoed across the heavens and earth, a deep void passage appeared out of thin air beside Han Fei. In the blink of an eye, Yao Lao carried Han Fei away, disappearing before Leng Qianming's eyes, leaving only a stunned Leng Qianming standing in place.

"Master, Yingying truly didn't!" Xu Yingying looked at the dark-faced Leng Qianming in terror, shaking her head vigorously as she incoherently pleaded her case.

"Heh, little bitch, did it hurt when this young master hit you earlier?"

Leng Qianming stared fixedly at her swollen cheek, suddenly reaching out to stroke it gently, his previously cold and ruthless tone becoming unusually tender.

"No... it doesn't hurt!" Xu Yingying was frightened and bewildered by this sudden turn of events, responding with a stutter.

Xu Yingying trembled, a flicker of fear flashing through her beautiful eyes, but it was overshadowed by determination.

She bit her lip and said softly, "Master, please, let him go! As long as you agree, whatever you ask me to do in the future, I will do it willingly!"

After speaking, Xu Yingying slowly lifted the hem of her black gauze skirt, slightly revealing skin as white as snow, which, in its fleeting glimpse, exuded an alluring charm.

However, Leng Qianming did not even glance at the fleeting sight of her beauty; instead, a nameless fire surged in his heart.

With a sharp "slap," a single word followed: "Get out!"

Leng Qianming's face flushed red with rage, unable to contain his anger. He raised his hand and struck Xu Yingying fiercely, the force of the blow sending her flying, crashing heavily to the ground not far from Han Fei.

"Hehehe..."

At this moment, Han Fei, who had previously collapsed on the ground, stood up again, muttering to himself and emitting an eerie laugh.

His entire body was engulfed in raging demonic flames, showing no signs of injury whatsoever.

"Xiaofei!" Ignoring the burning pain in her cheek, Xu Yingying held back her tears, struggled to her feet, and hurried to Han Fei's side.

She reached out with her delicate, smooth hands, attempting to wipe the blood trickling from the corner of Han Fei's mouth.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a loud bang, Han Fei seemed to have lost his sanity; his eyes were blood-red, and a terrifying aura emanated from his body.

He struck out with a palm without mercy, sending Xu Yingying flying.

"Pfft!" A mist of blood sprayed out instantly.

Like a kite with a broken string, Xu Yingying landed in a highly disheveled manner, crashing down ten zhang away.

"Brat, you are not allowed to discipline my servant! You dare to strike her? Today shall be the day you meet your end!"

Leng Qianming mocked Han Fei with arrogant bluster, immediately unleashing his most powerful killing move, clearly intending to finish Han Fei off in one stroke.

Leng Qianming reached both hands toward the sky, chanting incantations.

A moment later, a thousand-zhang-long spear, pitch-black as ink, suddenly materialized.

The spear shimmered with an eerie light, carrying unparalleled might as it shot straight toward Han Fei.

"Spear of the Immortal God, go and die!" Leng Qianming roared, his eyes filled with killing intent.

Just at this critical moment, an aged and calm voice suddenly echoed from the depths of Han Fei's mind: "It is time to leave. After this incident, I suppose that Mu brat will focus on his cultivation."

The speaker was none other than Yao Lao, who had been hidden in Han Fei's sea of consciousness for a long time. Yao Lao gently raised his hand, easily tearing through space.

"Boom!"

As a roar echoed across the heavens and earth, a deep void passage appeared out of thin air beside Han Fei. In the blink of an eye, Yao Lao carried Han Fei away, disappearing before Leng Qianming's eyes, leaving only a stunned Leng Qianming standing in place.

"Master, Yingying truly didn't!" Xu Yingying looked at the dark-faced Leng Qianming in terror, shaking her head vigorously as she incoherently pleaded her case.

"Heh, little bitch, did it hurt when this young master hit you earlier?"

Leng Qianming stared fixedly at her swollen cheek, suddenly reaching out to stroke it gently, his previously cold and ruthless tone becoming unusually tender.

"No... it doesn't hurt!" Xu Yingying was frightened and bewildered by this sudden turn of events, responding with a stutter.

"Very good. When you return to your room later, there is no need to go to Taiyin Peak. First, put on that black gauze dress I prepared for you, and then obediently come to my sleeping quarters to report!"

Leng Qianming pressed his lips close to Xu Yingying's ear, whispering his instructions in an eerie tone.

Xu Yingying couldn't help but tremble, the spine-chilling images inside those sleeping quarters instantly flashing through her mind, causing her to shudder.

After giving his orders, Leng Qianming turned and left without looking back, leaving Xu Yingying standing alone, trembling.

After returning to the Immortal Peak, Leng Qianming ordered his Huangxuan Realm old servant, Servant Leng You, as if no one else existed: "Immediately go and investigate the background of that brat surnamed Han!"

"This subordinate acknowledges the order. I will certainly do my utmost to complete the task. Please rest assured, Young Master!"

Before the words had even faded, the Huangxuan Realm old servant, Servant Leng You, vanished silently like a phantom.

"Heh, what a troublesome guy, but would I, Leng Qianming, fear such a small trouble?"

Leng Qianming curled his lips, whispering about what had happened today.

At this very moment, in the magnificent and resplendent Xuanyuan Immortal Dynasty, a towering and majestic palace stood tall.

Clad in a golden dragon robe, Human Emperor Xuanyuan Changkong sat on a throne carved with exquisite dragon patterns, holding a stunningly beautiful woman in his arms, his gaze calmly overlooking the Undying Realm elders below.

"How is the investigation going?"

Human Emperor Xuanyuan Changkong's voice was deep and authoritative, slowly echoing through the bright and spacious hall.

The elder, who was at the Semi-Saint realm, hurriedly bowed and replied respectfully, "Reporting to Your Majesty, Wanshen Sect has been destroyed, and its spiritual veins have been plundered. A sword scar stretching a thousand miles remains upon the ruins; judging by the signs, it seems to be the work of a Saint!"

He kept his head lowered throughout, not daring to look up at Human Emperor Xuanyuan Changkong and the consort in his arms.

Even so, he could faintly hear the shy gasps of the consort in the God Emperor's arms. He was long accustomed to such situations and felt no surprise at all.

"A Saint who uses a sword? To think they could sever my Saint-level divine sense with a single strike..."

Human Emperor Xuanyuan Changkong muttered to himself, an expression of disbelief in his eyes. At this moment, the beautiful, ethereal image of Master Shen Xi involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

However, he quickly shook his head, pondering inwardly, "That's unlikely... With Master Shen Xi's strength, how could she achieve such a feat? Perhaps it's just a coincidence..."

Besides, if it really were Master Shen Xi, I fear she would be here now, wielding the shen xi sword to find me.

Next, Human Emperor Xuanyuan Changkong recalled another matter. According to some cultivators, Wanshen Sect seemed to be preparing for a grand wedding ceremony.

"Moreover, just yesterday, Leng Chegu, the illegitimate son of the Leng family Saint Leng Lishang, suddenly appeared at Wanshen Sect."

"This matter attracted the attention of many, with some speculating that it might be related to Leng Chegu and Empress Mi Qianxi, the future consort of Saint Son Ji Jiuyang."

"After all, some cultivators once witnessed Empress Mi Qianxi and Leng Chegu leaving the Wanshen Sect's ancestral grounds one after the other."

"Your Majesty, after some investigation, this is the current situation as I understand it."

"As for the specific reasons, I fear further in-depth investigation is required."

The Semi-Saint realm elder of the Xuanyuan Immortal Dynasty respectfully reported the information he had gathered to Human Emperor Xuanyuan Changkong, but it sounded as if he had not fully uncovered the truth.

Human Emperor Xuanyuan Changkong frowned slightly, unsatisfied with the elder's report.