Long Jue, who had been completely ignored, frowned and was about to reprimand him when Dongfang Qingming slowly unfolded a gentle and elegant smile and said first, "I prefer to hear you call me Qingming."
Ning Xian inexplicably got goosebumps under his smile, and his arrogance immediately vanished.
"Hey, Master, this Netherworld Sect is your territory, after all. You can't just abandon them and let them run wild like this, can you? You should at least show some respect, okay?"
"...What happened?" Dongfang Qingming turned to look at Long Jue beside him. He lowered his head slightly and said, "Gandharva and Feng had a conflict, and their subordinates caused some trouble."
Ning Xian glared at Long Jue—"Hey! You clearly know this and yet you just sit idly by? How can you be such a manager? Have you been infected by Hua Hua and started slacking off all day without putting in any effort?"
“Like this…” Dongfang Qingming turned back, his smile revealing a pair of deep, quiet eyes that were almost too alluring to look directly into, as if one might easily lose themselves in that dense, dark forest. “Then what does Ning Xian want me to do?”
Ning Xian adjusted his breathing, determined not to be fooled by the man's appearance, and said, "Go to the courtyard and tell everyone to go back to their rooms and sleep."
"that's all?"
"that's all!"
"But...basically speaking, this leader is still quite liberal..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ning Xian had already braced himself on the table with both hands, almost leaning half his body over him, and stared fiercely at him, saying, "Master, don't forget what you told me when you lured me into the Netherworld Sect!"
“…Alright, since it’s Ning Xian’s request…” He slowly stood up from behind the heavy mahogany table, “Anyway, there’s still some time before my afternoon nap.”
"Yes, yes, I wouldn't dare to disturb your precious sleep—so please hurry up!" Dongfang Qingming glanced at her indifferently, a hint of melancholy in his eyes. "Ning Xian is already feeling sorry for others... but I have to rush off to stop someone from hurting your sweetheart..."
Ning Xian broke out in a cold sweat again—Please hurry up and go! I don't want you to fall asleep on the way!
In the central courtyard of the Netherworld Sect, the Gandharva King, heavily made up and dressed in a seductive red robe, defiantly gazed at Feng across from her. Between them, disciples of the Netherworld Heaven and the Blissful Heaven were already locked in a fierce battle. The two sects had always been at odds, and now these were the two people who disliked each other the most. Everyone knew that the Gandharva King utterly despised Feng. Feng didn't particularly hate anyone, but he was always cold and arrogant, regarding the people of the Netherworld Heaven as worthless, and disliking everyone he met—that too was common knowledge. So, with the two of them facing off, how could this conflict possibly end peacefully? Feng coldly met the Gandharva King's gaze. He was still covered in dust from his journey, clearly having just returned from a long trip only to be confronted. His dark red robe fluttered in the breeze, and his cold eyes were filled with arrogance, looking down on everyone.
Gazing at each other from afar, the Gandharva King slightly raised her chin and provocatively said, "It seems that the only way to settle things today is for you and me to fight one-on-one—Phoenix, don't tell me you don't have the guts!"
This statement is truly astonishing—the Gandharva King, who always prioritizes maintaining his image over his life, hates fighting and messing up his clothes and hair, and is rarely seen willing to take action.
Feng sneered coldly, her arrogant face displaying the words "What can you do about it?"
"Phoenix, if you lose, you must take off this red dress and never touch red again! In the Netherworld, only I, Gandharva, am worthy of this red!"
"You can say that after you take off that heavy makeup!"
Phoenix leaped into the air, and the long finger guards on the Gandharva's ten fingers, faster than sharp blades, rushed towards her—
"Everyone—"
Suddenly, a gentle voice, like the wind rustling through the forest, carrying a profound stillness and a soft whisper, rose into the air. Instantly, the entire courtyard fell silent—this person, every time he appeared, was so awe-inspiring.
Just as the two red figures, Feng and Gandharva, were about to clash, they abruptly stopped, separated in mid-air, and landed opposite each other.
"Master."
"Master."
Glancing at Ning Xian behind the cult leader, the gandharva glared at her fiercely—you brat, you're siding with outsiders, actually asking the cult leader for help!
Everyone hurriedly stopped and bowed, awaiting the leader's instructions.
Dongfang Qingming smiled slightly, his deep gaze sweeping over everyone, and said, "Everyone, shouldn't you all go back to your rooms to sleep?" "..."
"..."
"…………"
The wind is blowing so fast!
Dongfang Qingming glanced at Ning Xian with a smile, as if to say: I've said what you wanted me to say, can you go back to take a nap now? Ning Xian wiped away a cold sweat. This person... actually just copied and pasted it like that?
She was about to respectfully escort the leader back to his room to sleep when she saw Dongfang Qingming, who was about to turn around, stop again. A pure and innocent look, like that of a child waiting for a reward, appeared on his face. "I have done as you said. How will you repay me?"
Seeing his expression, Ning Xian slowly stepped back, widening the distance between them. "What do you want me to do?" "This sect leader—is still missing a body pillow..."
Before he could finish speaking, the red figure swiftly stepped between the two, pulling Ning Xian behind him— "The sect leader wouldn't want to take what belongs to someone else, would he?"
Dongfang Qingming's smile deepened slowly. "Isn't Protector Feng also someone else's possession? If I remember correctly, she was someone else's wife. In other words, you two were just—having an affair."
The veins on Feng's head bulged as she coldly glanced at Ning Xian—"You're so slow and indecisive!"
—What can I do if I get a free massage but won't get a divorce certificate?
The two openly flirted in front of everyone, which made the Gandharva extremely unhappy, her veins bulging. Dongfang Qingming laughed a few times, leaving behind a trail of smiles as he turned and left.
Chapter Seventy-Six: Internal Strife within the Demonic Cult (from "The Story of My Wife Climbing the Wall") by Lian Zhi Qingting.
As soon as Dongfang Qingming left, Ning Xian felt a piercing gaze behind her, making her feel uncomfortable all over. She took two steps to the side and moved two steps away from Feng.
Feng frowned slightly, glanced at Ning Xian, then looked sideways at the Gandharva, snorted coldly, reached out and pulled Ning Xian closer to her.
Ning Xian's gaze instantly shifted from pricking to burning. "Colluding with foreign enemies," "betraying one's own people"—she immediately realized her days in the Netherworld were likely numbered. She had barely twisted away a few times when, instead of shaking off Feng, she was pulled into his arms and, "in broad daylight," "in public," she was kissed fiercely again…
Dozens of eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in astonishment, staring unblinkingly at the two people before them—Lord Jialing and Lord Feng of Youmingtian!
—No, it was Lord Feng who took Lord Jialing away—!!
—Yes! It was Lord Feng who brought Lord Jialing—!!
How could Youmingtian swallow this insult?!
Immediately, the sound of swords being drawn filled the air—"Lord Gandharva!?" The people of Youmingtian glared angrily at King Gandharva, waiting for his command to unleash their swords and fight to the death against the people of Bliss!
The gandharva clenched her fists, glared at Ning Xian and Fenghuang, and finally took a deep breath, saying, "Everyone, go back to your rooms and sleep!" *Thump!* *Clang!*
"Do it, Lord Gandharva!?"
Those who had strained their backs and sprained their ankles struggled to their feet, looking at the Gandharva in astonishment. The Gandharva was, of course, filled with rage. That wretched girl had colluded with the enemy, and the enemy dared to provoke her right before her eyes! But—
"Didn't you hear what the cult leader just said? Go back to your rooms! Go to sleep!" He angrily turned and left with a flick of his sleeve. Only when the cult leader was mentioned did everyone quiet down—even if the cult leader yawned, they would have to listen carefully, let alone when he personally gave the order... Helpless, they could only disperse.
In the blink of an eye, everyone, including those from the Netherworld and the Blissful Heaven, immediately dispersed completely.
Ning Xian was still held in Feng's arms, and looked up at him with a black line on his face—"Are you deliberately making it impossible for me to survive in the Netherworld?" "It's better not to stay in that kind of useless place."
"Wow! Your weird place is so great, huh??"
His eyebrow twitched—"Who are you calling a pervert?"
Tell me which one isn't abnormal?
"So you bunch of good-for-nothings are being raised by a pervert, huh?" The voice grew colder, the eyes icy... "Raised by you?? The little bit of money you brought back isn't even enough to cover our shoddy work! In the end, isn't it Youmingtian who's pulling strings?"
"Wandering around? It should be more like traveling everywhere and having so much fun that you forget about home!"
"Hey! Don't deliberately exaggerate the facts and use someone else's minor mistake to cover up the whole thing..."
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—A small-scale internal conflict continues, involving a group of two people—
Thus, before Feng and Ningxian could even develop a relationship, they began their first cold war.
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Unbeknownst to many, the internal strife within the Netherworld Sect seemed to gradually spread from a few individuals, creating a tense atmosphere throughout the sect. Not only did members of the two factions inevitably clash at the border, exchanging only a few sarcastic remarks before engaging in a full-blown fight, but even the main altar was a scene of bloodshed, with everyone feeling insecure and vulnerable, constantly being attacked and killed, escalating rapidly.
Ning Xian had just stepped out of his courtyard when he saw two members of the Netherworld Heaven sect helping a fellow disciple whose face was covered in blood pass by. He called out to them, "What happened?"
"Lord Jialing!" The three men stopped abruptly upon seeing her and replied, "Lord Jialing, you must stand up for us! Just now, we brothers encountered people from the Paradise of Bliss in the outer courtyard, and a fight broke out. But Lady Feng happened to pass by, and without a word, she coldly knocked us brothers flying. He crashed headfirst into a hole in the artificial hill and broke his head—"
Before she could finish speaking, Ning Xian angrily exclaimed, "This is outrageous!" She stormed out of the house, determined to demand justice, and defiantly shouted outside the Blissful Heavenly Courtyard, "You damned phoenix, come out here!"
Her shout didn't bring Feng to her head, but it did attract the attention of many people. The members of the Blissful Heaven Cult inside the gate saw her, but because of her status, they couldn't chase her away or dare to hit her.
"Where's Feng?! Tell him to come out!"
"Ning Xian!" Yu Lin saw her and hurriedly came out from inside, pulling her aside. "What happened between you and Feng? You were fine when you came back?"
"Who's 'on good terms' with him?! That kind of person is cold, arrogant, disdainful, and petty—"
"Hmm—" The Blissful Heaven followers, though aligned with Feng, nodded in agreement. "Who's being petty?" Feng coldly emerged, clad in dazzling white robes, the fiery red patterns at the collar and hem strikingly bright. Those who had just nodded were instantly terrified—everyone knew Feng was usually cold and ruthless, and his recent severe mood swings were common knowledge; people even avoided him on the street. How had they managed to bump into him like that?
However, Feng walked right past them, ignoring them, and only asked Ning Xian again, "Who are you calling petty?" "Whoever is petty, I'll say it!"
The air around them suddenly cooled down. Yu Lin quickly pushed Ning Xian back to separate them, and whispered to him, "Don't fight anymore. Feng has been in a bad mood these past few days..."
"Is it reasonable to be in a bad mood?"
"But the reason is you—"
"...Huh?" Ning Xian was taken aback. "What does this have to do with me?"
“…Ning Xian…” Yu Lin weakly put her hands on her shoulders, “You and Feng are having a fight, aren’t you…” “This isn’t a fight, this is a cold war.”
"..." Even more powerless... "Whatever it is, you two are at odds. How could Feng possibly be in a good mood? When he's in a bad mood, he gets irritable. You should—"
Ning Xian frowned. "A pervert really is a pervert—he comes to argue with me, gets himself into a bad mood, becomes irritable, and then goes to hit others to vent his anger?"
That's not what I meant...||||
"Whatever you mean, get out of the way! We can't let this go like this—you hit one of our people!" She shoved Yu Lin aside, put her hands on her hips, and addressed Feng on the steps, "Why did you hit someone from Youmingtian!?"
Feng frowned, having no idea which one she was referring to—he had beaten up quite a few people in the past two days, those who blocked his way, those who made noise at him, or those he beat up for no reason. Who could tell whether they were from the Netherworld or the Paradise?
"So what if we hit him?"
"Do you think you can get away with hitting someone for nothing?"
What do you want?
—How strange— Everyone inside craned their necks to watch, only to see that the impatient Lord Feng, who would leave after saying just a few words, was actually answering questions without getting angry? It seems the rumors about these two were indeed true— "You hit our people, so let me hit them back!"
Ning Xian's words made everyone around him gasp—fight back? Fight "that" Lord Feng? Has Lord Jialing lost his mind and forgotten the difference in strength between them??