The Immortal Wife Is Like A Cloud

After a good sleep last night, the weakness of blood qi caused by using Bloodthirst has been completely recovered.

Su Jingzhen tidied up his appearance and was about to leave the courtyard when Feng Qingya arrived.

Feng Qingya was dressed normally today, and her face was a little excited.

When he saw her, Su Jingzhen smiled: “I was just about to look for Miss Feng. Is today the day we set off? Where are we headed, and how will we get there? You should be able to tell me, right?”

Earlier, he had promised to help Feng Qingya, but he only knew that he was assisting an alchemist in refining a pill. However, he didn’t know what kind of pill it was or where they were headed.

Su Jingzhen felt that he had the right to know these things before they set off.

When Feng Qingya heard this, a beautiful arc appeared on her lips.

“Since we’re about to set off, you’ll soon know what you want to know, Master Su.”

Feng Qingya still maintained an air of mystery.

He did not choose to break the casserole to ask the bottom of the matter.

The emotional connection between the two had already reached the second level, Slight Fondness.

Of course, he also believed that Feng Qingya would not harm him.

“Do you want to go and bid farewell to the Sect Master?”

Feng Qingya changed the subject.

Su Jingzhen shook his head: “I already said goodbye to her yesterday, so there’s no need to disturb her again today.”

“Then let’s go!” Feng Qingya said, liking Su Jingzhen’s carefree attitude.

As they spoke, the two of them walked out of the courtyard together.

Behind them, Yan Xia watched them leave, her expression complex once again.

However, she would remember Feng Qingya’s advice and not reveal her situation to anyone. She believed that someone like Feng Qingya would keep their promises.

Yan Xia also believed that she wouldn’t live an ordinary life, and she would wait quietly here.

For her, Feng Qingya and Su Jingzhen were her last hope.

After the two figures disappeared from her line of sight, a determined look appeared in her eyes.

She returned to her courtyard and began practicing the ordinary martial arts she had learned.

The two of them didn’t leave through the main gate of the Evil Moon Sect.

After all, Feng Qingya was no longer the leader of the Lingjiang Branch, and she didn’t want to draw unnecessary attention from Feng Mingyan.

“Master Su has achieved a lot in body refining, but i wonder if you could fly with a flying sword?”

Su Jingzhen was taken aback, and then an embarrassed expression appeared on his face.

Seeing his expression, Feng Qingya smiled slightly, and understood.

She then took out a pale purple silk ribbon from her blue ring.

The ribbon emitted a soft, purple glow, and Feng Qingya’s aura moved as she made a gentle hand seal.

The ribbon extended, growing to over a meter long.

The purple ribbon seemed to flutter in the air, but Feng Qingya was able to stand on it and hold it steadily.

She smiled at Su Jingzhen.

“Master Su, what’s wrong? Come on up.”

Su Jingzhen saw Feng Qingya’s aura for the first time, and indeed, she was a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Moreover, her aura was quite powerful, and it seemed that she had already reached the later stages of Foundation Establishment.

He couldn’t help but admire this woman, who not only had a beautiful appearance but also incredible strength, probably a genius among her peers.

This was also the first time he saw Feng Qingya’s spiritual artifact, which was a silk ribbon.

He didn’t hesitate, and with a slight movement, he jumped onto the ribbon.

The ribbon felt soft to the touch, but Su Jingzhen knew that if Feng Qingya were to unleash her full power, this ribbon could become a deadly weapon.

“Master Su, hold on tight, we’re setting off!”

Feng Qingya smiled slightly, and with a hand seal, the ribbon suddenly moved.

Its speed was astonishing, not inferior to Luo Yuebai’s folding fan.

Su Jingzhen’s curiosity was piqued, wondering who would win if Luo Yuebai and Feng Qingya were to fight.

“Miss Feng, are we really just the two of us setting off? What about Mu Lao?”

He knew that the loyal protectors of these aristocratic families were often the most loyal.

Anyone could betray Feng Qingya, but Mu Lao would never do so.

Feng Qingya didn’t hesitate to answer: “Mu Lao has his own way of following us. Otherwise, he’d be stuck with me, a young girl, all day, which wouldn’t be very dignified, would it?”

Su Jingzhen laughed, unable to respond.

However, he was once again shocked by Mu Lao’s abilities, realizing that he had never detected Mu Lao’s aura from start to finish.

At this time, in the Evil Moon Sect, Shen Yifeng and Luo Yuebai stood side by side in a pavilion.

They looked in the direction Su Jingzhen and Feng Qingya had departed, their expressions complex.

“Third Grandfather, do you think that guy will come back after leaving with Feng Qingya?”

Luo Yuebai’s teeth were clenched, her expression complex, with a hint of worry.

Seeing this, Shen Yifeng’s face broke into a smile.

“Don’t worry, his roots are here, or rather, his roots are in the demonic path. That kid may seem gentle on the surface, but in his heart, he can’t tolerate the so-called righteous teachings. He yearns for freedom, without constraints, and no taboos.”

Shen Yifeng spoke with utmost confidence.

Before Luo Yuebai could respond, he smiled again: “And you, girl, don’t you have faith in yourself? Do you think you can’t compare to that Feng girl?”

As soon as he said this, Luo Yuebai gave him a cold stare.

“You’re the one who said it, if he doesn’t come back, then you owe me a pill-making cultivator with Body Cultivation abilities like this!”

“You little scamp, how can you still be so shameless?” Shen Yifeng sighed with a helpless smile.

“Hmph~”

…

At the same time, in the Treasure Gathering Pavilion of Linjiang City.

In the backyard of the Treasure Gathering Pavilion, a massive blue bird had already landed.

And this blue bird had surprisingly reached the level of a second-grade demonic beast.

However, compared to other demonic beasts, the blue bird’s temperament seemed slightly more gentle.

This bird had long been domesticated and was now serving as a mount.

“For the next few days, the Treasure Gathering Pavilion will be left to you.”

Feng Mingyan and his protector, along with two other young men, stepped onto the blue bird’s broad back.

He gave a few instructions to the people behind him.

The blue bird then let out a clear and crisp cry, and with a flutter of its wings, it took off.

Its speed was much faster than that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator riding a flying sword, and it seemed effortless.

In comparison, Feng Qingya, who was also from the Feng family, seemed much more inferior.