105: :dilemma

"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, when will tomorrow ever end?"

"Lin Xiao probably has forgotten about my existence by now," Feng Shangning sighed.

Saying that, she swept her sword forward, unleashing countless Sword Winds.

Clang!!!

Sword Qi reverberated throughout the sky, like the Nine Bends of the Underworld, making one shiver just by looking at it.

In no time at all, the Disciples who were practicing swordsmanship with Feng Shangning were all swept out of the training ground by Feng Shangning in just a few moves.

Looking at these Disciples, who were no different from weaklings, a sense of powerlessness rose within Feng Shangning.

"Training with these weaklings every day, when will I ever improve?" Feng Shangning said.

"Hahahaha, congratulations, Junior Sister Feng, on achieving Major Achievement in Divine Wind Sword Art. Your comprehension of the Law of Wind has advanced to another level!"

After Feng Shangning finished her training, a Young Master in luxurious robes slowly descended from the high platform of the Qingxuan Sect.

Although his Face was handsome, a faint hint of gloom flickered in his eyes, giving people an uncomfortable feeling just by looking at him.

This guy, at a glance, was not a good person.

Although Feng Shangning disliked this person immensely, due to the disparity in their status, she still frowned and nodded to him in a friendly manner.

"Shangning greets the Saint."

"Junior Sister Feng, we've known each other for seven years, haven't we? How about you do me the honor of having dinner with me today?"

Seeing Feng Shangning greet him, this so-called Saint of the Qingxuan Sect immediately burst into joyful laughter.

He stared at Feng Shangning with lecherous eyes, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

"No, Saint, Shangning is not feeling well today. Let's reschedule for another day," Feng Shangning said indifferently, politely declining his request.

"Ah? Junior Sister Feng is sick again today?"

"We Cultivators generally don't get sick easily. Could it be that Junior Sister Feng has some strange physical problem? Coincidentally, I, your Senior Brother, have recently learned some excellent medical skills. Let me take your pulse today."

The Qingxuan Holy Son chuckled lewdly, then stretched out his perverted hand to grab Feng Shangning's wrist.

"Saint, please respect yourself," Feng Shangning said, about to strike at the Qingxuan Holy Son with her sword.

Boom!!!

But as soon as the sharp sword was drawn, an extremely powerful Aura instantly surged from the sky.

It caused space to distort, making countless people tremble in fear.

"May I ask which senior..." Looking at the sky, the Qingxuan Holy Son said respectfully.

But before he could finish his sentence, an extremely powerful Aura directly struck his chest, sending him flying hundreds of meters away.

It smashed a large hole into the huge mountain behind the Qingxuan Sect.

"Pfft!"

The Qingxuan Holy Son was shaken, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and looked at the endless sky with a Face full of horror.

"Who... exactly... is it? Why... would you try... to kill this Saint?"

"Hmph, daring to disrespect someone of my Lin Clan Divine Son, the fact that this Old Ancestor didn't kill you is already giving enough Face to those old geezers of your Qingyun Sect!"

A cold snort echoed from the sky, and a cloud-robed Elder, radiating Immortal Qi, slowly descended from afar.

He was like a banished Immortal from the heavens, his whole body wreathed in white clouds, giving off an unfathomable Aura.

This person was an Elder of the Lin Clan.

He was also one of Old Ancestor Bai Yun's many Disciples, having inherited his true teachings.

His cultivation had reached the Peak King Sealing Realm, which was extremely formidable before the Golden Great Age.

"Immortal Master Bailu has graced the Qingyun Sect with his presence. This old man has failed to welcome you, my apologies, my apologies."

As soon as this Lin Clan Elder descended, an ancient voice quickly emerged from the depths of the Qingxuan Sect.

Immediately after, a wizened Old Ancestor, with a sallow complexion, slowly climbed out of a coffin.

It was the Old Ancestor slumbering within the Qingxuan Sect, whose cultivation was not high, only at the fourth level of the King Sealing Realm.

As soon as this Qingxuan Old Ancestor emerged, the Lin Clan Elder's brows furrowed slightly.

"Qingxuan, what is this?"

"Haha, there's nothing I can do. My time is running out, and I'm powerless to reverse it," the Qingxuan Old Ancestor said with a bitter smile.

Although his words were filled with a sense of peace, as if he had seen through the suffering of the human world, his eyes were still filled with deep unwillingness.

"Tell me, what do you want to do by coming to my Qingxuan Sect today?" the Qingxuan Old Ancestor said with a smile.

Seeing this, the Lin Clan Ancestor's original intention to further chastise the Qingxuan Holy Son vanished into thin air.

He merely looked at the Qingxuan Old Ancestor and spoke indifferently.

"By the command of the Divine Son, I am here to bring Young Miss Feng Shangning back to the Lin Clan."

As these words were spoken, not only the ordinary Disciples of the Qingxuan Sect, but even the Qingxuan Holy Son and the Qingxuan Old Ancestor's Faces showed various expressions.

"What? Senior Sister Feng Shangning is actually Lin Xiao Divine Son's person? This news is too shocking, isn't it?"

"That's right. I never thought that our small Sect would be associated with a top Prodigy like Lin Xiao Divine Son."

"Although that's what's being said, why was Senior Sister Feng so weak when she first joined our Qingxuan Sect ten years ago?"

"I don't know either. Perhaps there are some unknown secrets involved."

The Qingxuan Sect Disciples discussed amongst themselves, not finding anything amiss, but the Qingxuan Holy Son's Face clearly looked unpleasant.

He had pursued Feng Shangning for eight whole years, so why was he no match for a single word from Lin Xiao?

Thinking this, he immediately roared with indignation.

"Your Lin Clan is too overbearing! You say Junior Sister Feng should return to the Lin Clan, and she just returns to the Lin Clan. Why don't you ask Junior Sister Feng for her opinion first?"

"Ten years ago, Junior Sister Feng had nothing, and you left her in the Qingxuan Sect and left. Ten years later, Junior Sister Feng has achieved cultivation, and you directly call her back to the Lin Clan. How is this any different from a bandit?"

The Qingxuan Holy Son shouted each word loudly, as if he was greatly displeased with the Lin Clan's actions.

However, only he himself knew that this was merely for his ridiculous selfish motives.

He knew best in his heart that once Feng Shangning returned to the Lin Clan, they would truly be separated forever, like the ends of the earth.

One in heaven, one on earth, completely people from different worlds.

"Hmph, this Old Ancestor thinks you want to die. In the Ancient Desolate Dao Domain's Eastern Domain, my Lin Clan is the only True God. When is it your turn, a lowly creature, to point fingers?" the Lin Clan Elder sternly rebuked.

This made the nearby Qingxuan Old Ancestor's Face look somewhat grim, but he could do nothing, because what the Lin Clan Elder said was the truth.

Despite this, he still looked at Feng Shangning, awaiting her reply.

After all.

No matter how weak the Qingxuan Sect was, it had poured everything into teaching her for ten whole years.

Even if she was to leave, there should at least be a proper explanation.

Compared to these people, at this moment, in Feng Shangning's heart.

She was caught in a dilemma, unsure of what to say.