The Immortal Wife Is Like A Cloud

Feng Xuan’s figure, though seemingly hunched, now seemed to suppress the entire scene.

Everyone present watched as he directly walked through the air, their eyes filled with unparalleled shock.

Walking on air!

This was something only achievable at the Soul Formation stage at the very least.

Moreover, the aura emanating from Feng Xuan was clearly that of the late Soul Formation Stage stage.

“Puh!”

The Flowing Feng Sword Sect Nascent Soul cultivator who had charged at Feng Lie just moments ago suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

He had been so close to Feng Lie, but the moment Feng Xuan appeared, he was suppressed by his aura.

At that instant, Feng Xuan also slapped him from afar.

His aura quickly weakened, and with a thud, he fell into the lake below.

It wasn’t until the sound of his splash that the crowd reacted.

Sikong Tingyun and the others, upon seeing Feng Xuan emerge, were filled with horror.

They immediately retreated backward, keeping a safe distance from Feng Xuan.

“This is… the Feng family ancestor!”

“I didn’t expect the Feng family ancestor to actually still be alive and to have emerged at this time!

Wasn’t there a rumor that the Feng family ancestor was on his deathbed a few years ago?

Looking at his aura, he doesn’t look like someone nearing death at all. He’s clearly at his peak!”

“That aura… is that the late Soul Formation Stage stage?”

“With such a powerful figure guarding the Feng family, it seems the three major forces of the Flowing Feng Sword Sect won’t be able to get away with this.”

“…”

Discussions erupted once again among the various forces that hadn’t yet made a move.

They all felt incredibly incredulous about the Feng family’s sudden turn of events.

The Golden Core and Foundation Establishment cultivators who had been eager to pounce and loot the Feng family’s treasure vault also quickly retreated after realizing the situation.

They flew to the edge of the lake.

At this point, they didn’t dare to even think about robbing the Feng family anymore.

They just wanted to preserve their lives in front of this terrifying old man.

“I didn’t expect that the ancestor of the Feng family would really show up. Looking at the aura on his body, it doesn’t seem like he forced himself out of seclusion. It seems that this time Feng Bozhao and his plan has completely failed. What a pity.”

Tuoba Junlin, who was still hovering in the air on his flying artifact, remained calm, though a hint of regret flickered in his eyes.

“Flowing Feng Sword Sect, Lingxiu Pavilion, Spirit Sound Valley… I didn’t expect that after just a few years of seclusion, you would dare to directly attack my Feng family.

Good, very good!”

Feng Xuan, with his hands clasped behind his back, walked through the air step by step.

His aura had already locked onto Sikong Tingyun and the other five Nascent Soul cultivators.

Every step Feng Xuan took felt like a hammer blow to Sikong Tingyun’s heart.

Under this oppressive aura, they didn’t dare to flee directly from the Feng family.

They had seen the power of a cultivator at the Soul Formation Stage stage, even one who was beyond the Soul Formation stage.

Escaping at such close range might lead to a more gruesome end.

“Junior Sikong Tingyun pay’s respects to Senior Feng…

Perhaps there’s been some misunderstanding, things aren’t as you see them, Senior.”

Sikong Tingyun and the others retracted their auras, their attitudes suddenly becoming extremely humble.

Sikong Tingyun knew that if they didn’t try to reason with Feng Xuan now, he might kill them all in a fit of rage.

“What do I see? What do you think happened?

I’m quite curious, what kind of explanation can a junior from Spirit Sound Valley give me?”

Sikong Tingyun was the Valley Master of Spirit Sound Valley, but Feng Xuan still called him a junior.

However, before Feng Xuan finished speaking, he didn’t give Sikong Tingyun a chance to explain.

His immense pressure descended upon the five of them.

Then, the vast spiritual power of the Soul Formation Stage stage condensed into a giant palm print in the void.

It suddenly slammed down on the five.

Sikong Tingyun and the others had no way to resist.

Of course, under such circumstances, they didn’t dare to resist.

They were soon crushed by the overwhelming power of the palm print, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

They couldn’t even maintain their flying artifacts.

The five Nascent Soul cultivators, who had been high above, fell into the lake in a humiliating defeat.

Feng Xuan then turned his gaze to the Golden Core and Foundation Establishment cultivators from the smaller forces.

He slapped them with his hand as well.

Those who could withstand the pressure fell into the lake, while those who couldn’t were instantly killed.

Everyone who had charged at the Feng family treasure vault was now submerged in the lake.

The lake surrounding the treasure vault had become a prison for the cultivators of various factions.

Feng Xuan had settled everything in less than three minutes since his appearance.

This was the might of an Soul Formation Stage stage cultivator.

After dealing with the attackers, Feng Xuan turned his gaze to the surrounding onlookers.

His eyes swept across the crowd before landing on Tuoba Junlin and his companion who were still standing in the void.

Seeing Feng Xuan looking at him, Tuoba Junlin remained calm.

However, he bowed respectfully to Feng Xuan, “Junior Tuoba Junlin, I pay my respects to Senior Feng!”

“Tuoba, you brat, tell your old geezer that I’m not dead yet, and he should stop with those schemes,” Feng Xuan said coldly to Tuoba Junlin without any intention of pleasantries.

Feng Qingya had mentioned Tuoba family’s possible involvement with Feng Baozhao’s plans on his way out of seclusion.

Therefore, although Feng Xuan couldn’t directly attack Tuoba Junlin, he was too lazy to engage in polite conversation.

Hearing this, Tuoba Junlin’s expression remained unchanged, “The Tuoba family has always been friendly with the Feng family. It’s a joyous occasion to see Senior Feng emerge from seclusion safely.

Junior will definitely bring this good news back to the Patriarch.

Since there are many things to attend to here at the Feng family, Junior will not disturb you further. Farewell!”

Tuoba Junlin spoke these words with absolute calmness and composure.

He even maintained his elegant demeanor.

There was no flaw to be found.

At the same time, he knew very well that since Feng Xuan had emerged from seclusion, there was no point in them staying any longer.

Feng Baozhao’s entire plan had been foiled.

Even if the Tuoba family had come from Holy City with full force, it would be difficult to take down the Feng family.

As long as Feng Xuan lived, with his cultivation, he could ensure the Feng family’s dominance in Qingzhou Treasure Gathering Pavilion.

For Tuoba Junlin, this was a regrettable but unavoidable situation.

Feng Xuan’s return was a fact he had to accept.

Moreover, how the Feng family’s situation would develop from now on had nothing to do with him, Tuoba Junlin.

After all, how the forces around Yunmeng City changed wouldn’t significantly impact the situation in Holy City.

With that said, Tuoba Junlin and his protector left without waiting for Feng Xuan’s response.

As for Feng Xuan, he didn’t have any reason to keep Tuoba Junlin and his companion.

It was a matter of sentiment, not obligation.

However, it wasn’t important.

They were all irrelevant people.

Those involved in the matter were already accounted for.

“Girl, are there any more?” Feng Xuan turned his gaze back to Feng Qingya.

Feng Qingya surveyed the crowd.

Those standing by the lake were either casual cultivators who had come to watch the spectacle, too afraid to attack the Feng family, or members of the Alchemist Association and smaller factions who had never made a move.

Feng Qingya shook her head at Feng Xuan.

With Feng Xuan’s two slaps just now, he had essentially sent everyone who had attacked the Feng family into the lake.

At least in Feng Qingya’s view, none of the remaining people on the shore had charged towards them.

But suddenly, two streaks of light shot towards them.

As they got closer, Feng Qingya and Feng Xuan saw that it was none other than the Sixth Elder Feng Hua and the Third Elder Feng Yunsheng, who were supposed to be kneeling in the ancestral hall.

The two of them looked a little dazed at the scene before them.

Even the Third Elder Feng Yunsheng, who was on Feng Baozhao’s side, was dumbfounded.

Since the day he and the Sixth Elder were punished to kneel in the ancestral hall, he had been excluded from many of Feng Baozhao’s plans.

He didn’t know things had escalated to this point.

But after a moment of stunned silence, they both immediately saw the hunched figure standing in the void.

Their expressions changed instantly.

“Greetings, Ancestor!”

Even though the Third Elder was loyal to Feng Baozhao’s faction, he instinctively thought of the Feng family when faced with the situation.

That’s why he and the Sixth Elder rushed here without hesitation after hearing the news.

Feng Xuan glanced at the two of them.

“You two came just in time.

Get everyone out of the water and lock them up in the Feng family prison!

Within three days, if any force comes to redeem them and is willing to pay the price, then release them.

If no one comes to redeem them within three days, kill them all!”

Feng Xuan’s voice was calm, but the killing intent in his words was undeniable.

He wasn’t driven by anger and lost his reason.

If he wanted to, he could easily kill everyone in the water, including Sikong Tingyun and the other five Nascent Soul cultivators, with a single slap.

In that case, the Feng family would truly face a war with Spirit Sound Valley and the other three major forces.

The Tuoba Clan wouldn’t intervene, and the other families in the Treasure Gathering Pavilion would certainly not either.

But Spirit Sound Valley, Flowing Feng Sword Sect, and Lingxiu Pavilion have stood firm on the land of Qingzhou for many years, and their sects also have deep foundations.

It’s hard to say about the others, but Feng Xuan knew for sure that Lingxiu Pavilion definitely had a Soul Formation stage cultivator in residence.

And even if they didn’t, Feng Xuan didn’t want the Feng family to be the sole dominant force within Yunmeng City.

Water that is full overflows, and a moon that is full wanes.

The Feng family, with only him, is like a lone tree, unable to withstand the weight.

At least he was very clear that with the Feng family’s current size, they couldn’t possibly control a super-sized city like Yunmeng City.

Therefore, using these people from the lake to exchange for some benefits was the best choice.

Now that the Feng family had him in charge, it was as stable as Mount Tai.

And by letting Flowing Feng Sword Sect and the other three families pay a huge price, as the Feng family develops, in the long run, they might be able to slowly turn Flowing Feng Sword Sect and the others into hidden vassals!

And most importantly, the Feng family was still a family within the Treasure Gathering Pavilion.

Treasure Gathering Pavilion was a merchant force, always maintaining neutrality in the cultivation world, always avoiding conflict. If they directly controlled Yunmeng City, it would go against their principles.

Hearing Feng Xuan’s words, the Sixth Elder and the Third Elder didn’t hesitate at all.

They immediately arranged for Feng family disciples to start fishing people out of the lake.

Many Feng family disciples, when Flowing Feng Sword Sect and the others began their attack, had already retreated and hidden.

They didn’t choose to make pointless sacrifices at that time.

Now that Feng Xuan had already taken control of the situation, they chose to come out again.

Those who had been blasted into the lake by Feng Xuan were mostly seriously injured.

After soaking in the water for so long, they were even weaker now.

Many Foundation Establishment cultivators who were pulled out were already corpses.

Even Sikong Tingyun, whose reputation was well-known throughout Qingzhou, was now a complete mess!

No matter how many excuses or reasons they had, in the face of absolute power, they all became pale and insignificant.

Sikong Tingyun and the other six had a bitter expression on their faces.

They were all obediently taken into the Feng family’s prison.

They knew in their hearts that if they wanted to survive this time, their sects would likely have to pay a heavy price.