The Immortal Wife Is Like A Cloud

After gathering all the medicinal materials, Ye Zhiqiu didn’t hesitate, asking Xuening for help, and the two began to take out the alchemy furnace, starting to refine the Blood-Forming Pill.

Meanwhile, Su Jingzhen stood aside, gazing at the spider mark on the chest of the Feng Family’s Ancestor, and the idea that had previously occurred to him resurfaced.

Mainly, it was because of his admiration for the Pink Poisonous Woman’s abilities, which truly made his eyes burn with envy.

If he could hinder the enemy’s power at a critical moment…

With his current first level of Flesh Body Golden Embryo cultivation, he might dare to clash with a Golden Core late-stage cultivator.

However, the other party possessed the poison of a sixth-grade Pink Poisonous Woman, and although he was envious, he didn’t dare make a move for the time being.

…

The four of them were focused on researching alchemy in the Feng Family’s Ancestor’s closed-door seclusion.

In the meantime, in Yunmeng City’s central region, within the Mingyue Manor…

“Boom!”

“…”

In the depths of the Mingyue Manor, a room was filled with the sounds of various objects shattering.

In Feng Mingyan’s room, various jade articles and decorations were constantly being smashed by him.

At this moment, Feng Mingyan’s Foundation Establishment mid-stage aura was bursting forth, his face twisted in extreme anger, resembling a madman.

The cause of this change was the ten broken nameplates placed on the table in the center of the room.

These ten nameplates were from Liu Jinfeng and others.

In the instant those nameplates broke, heaven knew the fear and unwillingness that Feng Mingyan felt in his heart.

“Young Master, we must leave! If we’re late, we won’t be able to escape! This matter is too big, and the Family Head can’t protect you. No, if it’s exposed, the first one to capture you will likely be the Family Head! This Yunmeng City is already no longer a place for us to stand!”

In the room, Feng Mingyan’s protector, Wang Zhongshan, quietly watched Feng Mingyan’s outburst.

But as time passed, he couldn’t help but open his mouth to remind him.

It had already been a while since they discovered Liu Jinfeng and others’ broken nameplates.

In Wang Zhongshan’s view, if the Feng Family acted quickly, the people coming to capture Feng Mingyan might already be on their way.

But he didn’t expect that, at this moment, there was no news from the Feng Family.

Upon hearing Wang Zhongshan’s words, Feng Mingyan’s face still wore an expression of extreme anger.

However, a glimmer of rationality had returned to his eyes.

“Master Wang, what should I do now? Where should we go?”

There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

He couldn’t understand why his meticulous plan had failed.

Earlier, Feng Mingyan had also been on the first floor of the Treasure Pavilion, personally witnessing only Su Jingzhen and the other three entering the passage.

He had felt relieved and returned to the Mingyue Manor.

If Liu Jinfeng and the others had lost two or three people, or even four or five, that would be normal.

But for all ten of them to fall in an extremely short period of time could only prove one thing.

It proved that Su Jingzhen and the others had a power that Liu Jinfeng and the others couldn’t resist.

He also had information on Bai Xiu and Ye Zhiqiu’s abilities.

He knew that their alchemy skills were strong, but only at the Foundation Establishment stage.

And Su Jingzhen, during his time in Linjiang City, had also been tested, although he had defeated Mong Li, but he was only at the Flesh Body Spiritual Embryo stage.

As for Xuening, he knew that she was also only at the Foundation Establishment stage.

In the same cultivation realm, ten people had been defeated by four, which was unbelievable.

Feng Mingyan couldn’t understand where the problem lay.

“No matter what the reason, we must leave now, Young Master.

After leaving Yunmeng City, we still have a chance to rise again.

If we stay here, we’ll definitely die.”

Wang Zhongshan’s tone remained calm.

As Feng Mingyan’s protector, he was perhaps the most loyal to Feng Mingyan.

Upon hearing his words, Feng Mingyan didn’t say anything more.

He nodded silently.

He was furious, but not completely foolish.

No matter what, he didn’t want to die.

“Let’s go!

This departure is not the end; I will eventually return.”

After saying this with a hint of reluctance, he didn’t hesitate anymore, quietly leaving the Mingyue Manor under Wang Zhongshan’s lead.

They didn’t attract anyone’s attention.

…

At the same time, in the Feng Family’s estate, outside the Treasure Pavilion.

The atmosphere was becoming increasingly eerie.

The Flowing Wind Sword Sect cultivators, who had been sitting silently on the sidelines, had their treasured swords half-drawn from their scabbards.

It had already been over an hour.

If Su Jingzhen and the others didn’t emerge from the Treasure Pavilion within two hours, the Flowing Wind Sword Sect might really fulfill their previous promise.

The Sword of Justice would hang over the heads of the Feng Family’s direct descendants!

Regarding this, even if Feng Baozhao personally went to explain, the Flowing Wind Sword Sect wouldn’t give them any face.

“Haha, it seems the Flowing Wind Sword Sect isn’t planning to give the Feng Family any face.

Today might really be an interesting show.”

“There’s only one Feng Baozhao here, and it’s unlikely he can keep the Flowing Wind Sword Sect in check.

And once the Flowing Wind Sword Sect starts making a move, the Spirit Sound Valley Master and the ten Golden Core late-stage protectors he brought might also not remain idle.”

“But I’m curious, what kind of medicinal materials could take two hours to gather?

Could it be that the Feng Family really dares to detain the four of them?”

“…”

The night grew darker.

The surrounding crowd, who had come to watch the show, was also becoming increasingly curious about the direction of the Feng Family’s affairs.

Time continued to pass, and soon it would be the two-hour mark.

The Flowing Wind Sword Sect cultivators’ long swords were almost fully drawn from their scabbards.

They had already stood up.

On the other side, Sikong Tingyun of the Spirit Sound Valley glanced at the many Golden Core protectors beside him.

“Prepare!

If the Flowing Wind Sword Sect’s friends want to make a move, then we, Spirit Sound Valley, will naturally join in on the fun.”

Sikong Tingyun’s mouth curled into a smile.

Upon hearing his words, Mu Lao’s expression changed slightly.

The atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense.

Feng Baozhao, who was responsible for maintaining order, had a hint of darkness in his eyes.

If, under his leadership, the Flowing Wind Sword Sect and Spirit Sound Valley directly attacked the Feng Family.

Then his authority in the Feng Family would likely plummet.

Today, they had already lost enough face.

If he couldn’t even maintain order, then his position as the proxy family head would be in jeopardy.

Feng Baozhao’s gaze turned towards the Treasure Pavilion.

His eyes were gradually becoming colder.

Some thoughts were also gradually solidifying.

Before long, the crowd surrounding the Treasure Gathering Pavilion quieted down.

Everyone’s gaze was fixed on a certain corner.

Because the two-hour mark had arrived.

The Flowing Wind Sword Sect cultivators had already drawn their swords.

Each person’s aura suddenly became fierce.

All the Flowing Wind Sword Sect disciples’ auras instantly locked onto Feng Baozhao and the Feng Family’s direct descendants in front of them.