348: Chapter 348 Encountering Ice

Su Fengyi's gaze swept over Ye Xinglan's legs.

"The Moonshadow Sect has sent a formal notice. The Southeast Main Rift has been sealed by him, blocking that path from the True Demon Realm. His next plan is to Seal the other two main rifts."

She paused, her phoenix-like eyes looking directly at Ye Xinglan.

"According to the Jade Slip, the Yan Yan Demon Ancestor suffered a great loss and will surely retaliate crazily. He requests that our Wutong Divine Dynasty also dispatch forces to help defend the Western Main Rift."

Ye Xinglan frowned slightly.

"With the strength displayed by the Moonshadow Sect's fleet, sealing the rift shouldn't be difficult even without us. But..."

"Exactly, it's a matter of attitude."

Su Fengyi continued, picking up from Ye Xinglan's words.

"As one of the three major powers of Cangwu Province, the Wutong Divine Dynasty must also show its stance in the face of such matters."

With the fleet strength shown by the Moonshadow Sect, even excluding Ling Hao's Supreme combat power, they could single-handedly crush the entire Cangwu!

Ye Xinglan nodded in understanding.

"Then Fengyi, what are your thoughts?"

Su Fengyi's gaze once again swept across that eye-catching pure white on Ye Xinglan's legs, a sharp glint flashing quickly through her phoenix eyes.

"Follow me first."

She stood up and walked toward the broad platform outside the hall.

Ye Xinglan didn't know why, but she followed anyway.

On the platform, the view was wide and open.

Su Fengyi did not continue the previous topic. She turned around, her red-gold palace dress fluttering without wind, a majestic pressure faintly leaking out.

"It's been a long time since I sparred with you, Xinglan. Today is a good day to stretch our limbs."

Before her voice even faded, Su Fengyi's figure suddenly vanished!

A pressure like an overwhelming mountain range bore down on her; this power had clearly reached the Mahayana Stage!

Ye Xinglan's pupils constricted. She had no time to think and mobilized her entire body's spiritual Qi almost by instinct.

Her deep purple Daoist robes billowed as her petite body suddenly erupted with an Aura. Similarly, a tyrannical power belonging to the Mahayana Stage surged out, forming a condensed starlight barrier in front of her.

Boom!

Su Fengyi's figure solidified in front of her, a palm wreathed in red-gold flames slamming hard against the starlight barrier.

That power was incomparably violent, but the moment it hit the barrier, it was immediately dispersed by the barrier's power.

This surging attack was merely a bluff. But someone had obtained the result they wanted.

Su Fengyi withdrew her hand and stood in place.

"Mahayana Stage..."

"No wonder... No wonder I've felt you were a bit different from before lately, Xinglan. No wonder you were so absent-minded during the send-off that day..."

"During these days..."

Scene after scene flashed rapidly through Su Fengyi's mind.

The intimate moment she stumbled upon in the Stargazing Palace, and Ye Xinglan's excuse of 'exploring heavenly secrets'.

When she was annoyed that her Disciples were infatuated with Ling Hao, Ye Xinglan's meaningful 'competition theory'.

Before Ling Hao's departure, his nickname for her, 'Little State Preceptor', and the dejection she felt while watching the Moonshadow fleet leave.

And... the various direct and indirect tests she had conducted over the past month.

And more...

This pair of pure white stockings that were clearly not her usual style!

All the clues instantly connected into a clear picture. Su Fengyi's gaze was indifferent.

"These stockings..."

"He gave them to you, didn't he?"

"What do you have to say?"

Facing Su Fengyi's cold gaze, Ye Xinglan showed a trace of panic. She lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes casting shadows on her porcelain-white face.

"I have nothing more to say."

She had come in a hurry and forgotten to take off these white stockings.

Su Fengyi had actually noticed something as early as the day they saw Ling Hao off, but she had been testing and confirming.

The results became clearer and clearer. Even without these pure white stockings, she had decided to lay her cards on the table. It just so happened that this notification from the Moonshadow Sect was delivered...

She did some math—actually, she didn't even need to.

Su Fengyi remembered that she had only had that one time with Ling Hao.

But Xinglan... who knew how many times she had been with Ling Hao.

Just the one she stumbled upon, plus the night she asked her to persuade him—that was likely one time already.

While she was miserably reviewing that mountain of memorials in Qifeng Hall, overwhelmed with work, her good friend was probably making love and being intimate with that man in the Stargazing Palace.

At this thought, Su Fengyi felt a surge of blood rush to her head.

The red-gold flames around her erupted, dyeing half the sky a fiery red.

"Again!"

Before her voice fell, the violent Phoenix True Flame turned into an overwhelming rain of fire feathers, slamming toward Ye Xinglan again.

This time, she was truly playing for keeps!

...

Hundred Flowers Peak, Spring Pavilion.

The warm late spring sun filtered through the carved wooden windows, casting fine golden spots on the smooth jade tiles.

The pavilion was scented with the elegant fragrance of pear blossoms. Yu Zhaohua sat upright on a cloud-patterned cushion, her snow-white wide-sleeved robes trailing down, the voluminous garment unable to hide the plump and mature curves beneath.

Her long silver hair was loosely held by a single ice-jade hairpin, with a few strands falling beside her cheeks. Her cold and stunning face was full of indifference.

Her ice-blue eyes were lowered, staring at an ancient formation diagram on the desk, her Aura as silent as a deep pool or an old well.

Ling Hao's figure appeared silently in the pavilion.

"Supreme Elder Yu."

Ling Hao's voice was gentle.

"Has your cultivation been smooth lately? I heard you have reached the ninth level of Void Tempering and are close to Undergoing Tribulation. Congratulations."

Yu Zhaohua looked up, her pupils reflecting Ling Hao's figure, calm and without ripples.

"Thank you for your concern, Sect Master. Thanks to the benefits of the Sect's blessed land and the Creation Spring bestowed by the Sect Master, my cultivation has indeed made some progress. The ninth level of Void Tempering is merely a natural progression; it's just that I still need more accumulation before truly Undergoing Tribulation."

"Natural progression is also the result of long-term accumulation."

Ling Hao smiled, his gaze sweeping over the thousand-fold cherry blossoms blooming like wildfire outside the pavilion.

"The current atmosphere of Hundred Flowers Peak is worlds apart from when you first arrived. The spiritual plants are lush, the halls are radiant, and the Disciples are diligent in the Dao and peaceful in mind. This is all thanks to Supreme Elder Yu and the various Elders' steady management."

Yu Zhaohua's gaze also turned toward the brilliant sea of flowers outside the window.

"You overpraise me. I must also thank the Sect Master and the Moonshadow Sect for giving my Hundred Flowers remnant branch a chance to continue, providing us with a place to live and abundant resources."

"It is because everyone in the peak, especially that girl Ling Ling, and Elders Baili and Nangong, have performed their duties and maintained operations that there is such prosperity. It actually doesn't have much to do with me, the Supreme Elder."

In the shadows of the pavilion corner, three graceful figures were hidden behind an invisible barrier set up by Ling Hao.

Yu Linglong leaned lazily against a pillar, her fingertips twining around the silk ribbon of the golden bell on her ankle to keep it from ringing. Under her moon-white chest-high skirt, her jade feet, with toenails painted bright red, tapped the air idly.

"To Revered Master's ears, the Sect Master's words probably sound no different from Baili Rou reporting on various situations of Hundred Flowers Peak."

Yu Lingshuang sat on a nearby stone stool, her moon-white long dress outlining her plump figure, the cinnabar mole at the corner of her left eye faintly visible in the shadows.

Her cold gaze looked through the gap in the window lattice.

"This situation is within reason. It depends on what the Sect Master does next."

Yu Lingling stared curiously, murmuring softly, "Revered Master, she..."