34: Chapter 34 Lin Ran emerges from seclusion and returns to the Dragon Phoenix Mountain Range

After all, carrying a dragon phoenix spirit on one's body is not as flashy as carrying a dragon phoenix spirit vein.

Lin Ran took a deep breath and began to absorb the energy within the dragon phoenix spirit, condensing scales of the Yin-Yang Primordial Dao Ancestral Dragon one by one.

He wanted to see just how many scales he could condense before reaching the critical point where the dragon phoenix spirit would collapse!

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Time flies when one Cultivates; in the blink of an eye, fourteen days had passed.

Today, the entire Dragon Phoenix Mountain Range was filled with a murderous aura. Standing against the wind above the nine supreme grade spirit veins were over a dozen figures; it was none other than Long Baixue and his group!

"Today's battle is of vital importance to our Prison Dragon Demon Clan; remember not to hold back!"

Long Baixue said coldly.

Although Long Wu and Long Chen were dead, and the power of the Nine Dragons Imprisoning Heaven Grand Array would certainly decrease significantly when deployed, it was still very powerful and not to be underestimated.

"Yes, Father!"

The remaining seven of the Quasi-Nine Sons, along with Long Xue and Long Ling, cupped their fists in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

Long Baixue nodded, his brows slightly furrowed.

Today was the day for their Prison Dragon Demon Clan to compete with the Feixian Sect for the supreme grade spirit vein. Why, looking around, were only people from his Prison Dragon Demon Clan here? Where were the people from the Feixian Sect?!

"Someone, go 'invite' the people from the Feixian Sect to come over. Remember, don't forget the 'courtesies'!"

Long Baixue said with some anger.

"Yes!"

An elder of the Prison Dragon Demon Clan immediately flew toward Nan Feng's ancient tower ship.

Before long, he stood in the air, looking down at the ancient tower ship below. He gathered the spiritual power in his body and said in a majestic voice:

"Listen, people of the Feixian Sect! The young Prodigies of my Prison Dragon Demon Clan have been waiting for a long time! If you are too afraid to come, I think you had better scurry home to drink milk!"

As his words fell, a commotion immediately broke out inside the ancient tower ship.

Nan Feng, Yan Ruyu, Li Zhenwu, and the others all appeared.

"Damn Prison Dragon Demon Clan, how dare they act so insolent in front of our Feixian Sect? Watch me go and cut him down!"

Yan Ruyu said, exasperated.

"No need to get angry; he is just a messenger. As the saying goes, when two armies fight, one does not kill the envoy."

Nan Feng smiled and waved his hand, saying.

Immediately after, he clasped his hands behind his back and said:

"Go back and tell Long Baixue that the Feixian Sect will be there soon; we won't keep him waiting too long."

The elder of the Prison Dragon Demon Clan snorted coldly: "Great Emperor Nan Feng, I hope what you say is true!"

Having said that, he flicked his sleeve and disappeared before everyone's eyes.

"Abominable! This Prison Dragon Demon Clan is truly arrogant to the extreme!"

Mo Shuang said indignantly, her face full of anger.

"Instead of cursing here, why not go and cut down those so-called Quasi-Nine Sons?"

Li Zhenwu said with a faint smile.

Nan Feng looked at Yan Ruyu and asked: "Is Lin Ran still in seclusion?"

Yan Ruyu looked at the tightly closed door and nodded slightly: "I suppose... yes?"

"Alright, then we shall wait a little longer."

Nan Feng said leisurely.

Following that, a quarter of an hour passed, half an hour passed, an hour passed...

During this time, the Prison Dragon Demon Clan had come to urge them many times, and they couldn't even be bothered to curse anymore; they were truly driven to the brink of collapse by Nan Feng and the others.

After all, today was the day to compete for the supreme grade spirit vein, and it was a matter of great importance. The young Prodigies of the Prison Dragon Demon Clan had been waiting in battle formation.

Yet the Feixian Sect kept delaying, and there was still no sign of them. Who could stand that?!

"Creak——"

As the tightly closed door was finally opened, countless gazes turned toward it in unison; the person they had been bitterly waiting for had finally appeared.

Lin Ran was dressed in spotless white robes, standing calmly.

His appearance was like an immortal, his skin like jade. The breeze blowing against his face gently brushed his dark hair, and the aura he vaguely exuded made all the women fascinated.

"Little Ranran, you finally decided to come out?"

Yan Ruyu's face seemed to show resentment as she naturally pulled Lin Ran into her embrace, not caring at all about the strange gazes of Li Zhenwu and the others.

In these fourteen days, do you know how she spent them?!

Those nights without Lin Ran were simply torture for her; cold fingers simply could not compare to the warm Lin Ran at all!

"Sorry, Martial Aunt, I kept you waiting."

Lin Ran smiled slightly.

"It's fine; it's just that the Prison Dragon Demon Clan got impatient. They've come back and forth at least five times today, all to urge us."

Yan Ruyu covered her mouth and chuckled.

Lin Ran nodded slightly: "Since they can't wait to be reincarnated, then we shall grant their wish."

"Sect Master, let's set off."

Nan Feng smiled and nodded slightly. With a movement of his mind, he piloted the ancient tower ship toward the Dragon Phoenix Mountain Range.

Before long, the ancient tower ship arrived above the Dragon Phoenix Mountain Range.

A figure suddenly appeared, his face gloomy, and said exasperatedly:

"Do you people of the Feixian Sect have absolutely no concept of time?"

"Long Baixue, what are you rushing for? We only said we would battle today; we didn't specify the exact hour. Have we broken our promise?"

"It is you, the Prison Dragon Demon Clan, who are here so early—why? Are the young Prodigies of your Prison Dragon Demon Clan so impatient to go to the Yellow Springs to enjoy the scenery?"

Nan Feng walked out of the ancient tower ship with a leisurely expression and said calmly.

"You!"

Long Baixue was so angry that his fingers were trembling; his internal organs felt like they were burning, and smoke was practically coming out of his seven orifices.

It was clearly the Feixian Sect that had no concept of time, yet this Nan Feng was shifting the blame and questioning why they had arrived so early.

Has there ever been anyone so inverted and perverse!?

"Hmph, this Emperor does not want to waste any more breath on you; let us see the real results with our own hands!"

Long Baixue flicked his sleeve and left in a rage.

"Let's go, we will go down too."

Nan Feng waved his large hand and landed on the ground with the others.

Opposite them, Long Baixue stood at the front, and behind him stood nine young Prodigies with extraordinary features, noble and exceptional temperaments, and churning, boiling Bloodlines within them.

These were the seven of the Quasi-Nine Sons, as well as Long Ling and Long Xue.

As for behind Nan Feng were Yan Ruyu, Lin Ran, and the others.

Long Baixue's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said:

"Nan Feng, I heard that your Feixian Sect's Time Peak has a supreme treasure called the flow tracing immortal flute?"

"It just so happens that I also obtained an extraordinary treasure a while ago, called the solitary fate stone."

"Although I do not know its mysteries, I can see its extraordinary nature; it surely won't be worse than your Feixian Sect's flow tracing immortal flute."

Upon hearing this, Nan Feng frowned slightly and said: "So, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Long Baixue's lips curled into a wicked smile: "Nan Feng, how about we make a wager?"

"Let's bet on who can have the last laugh today; the stakes will be the flow tracing immortal flute and the solitary fate stone, how about it?"

Nan Feng's brows furrowed even deeper.

Not to mention what kind of treasure the solitary fate stone Long Baixue spoke of was, the value and significance of the flow tracing immortal flute itself meant it was not a supreme treasure that could be used as a wager.

Therefore, he was certainly unwilling to take out the flow tracing immortal flute to wager with Long Baixue.

"Sure, I agree to your wager on behalf of my Sect Master."

At this moment, a faint voice suddenly sounded...