Feng Luan Ancestor Personally Discusses Life with Luo Chuan

At dawn the next day, the golden rooster announced the morning.

Luo Chuan, still cultivating, was awakened by a crisp knock on the door. Before he could speak, he saw Feng Luan Ancestor, dressed in sleepwear and carrying a plate of pastries, walk in.

Looking at the expanse of snowy white at Feng Luan's chest, Luo Chuan spoke awkwardly. "Sister Feng Luan, why are you here so early?"

Feng Luan did not care whether she was exposing herself. On the contrary, she seemed to be doing it deliberately, carrying the air of a Joyous Union Sect expert seducing a cultivator.

"Little Brother Luo Chuan, I made these pastries myself. Try them and see how they taste."

Feng Luan picked up a pastry with her jade-like hand and brought it directly to Luo Chuan's lips. Because she had bent over, everything that could be seen was laid bare before his eyes.

"What, are you afraid I poisoned them?" Feng Luan narrowed her long, slender eyes slightly, her finger deliberately—or perhaps casually—brushing against Luo Chuan's lips.

Just as Feng Luan was about to make a further move, Lan Ruo Ancestor strode in with displeasure written all over her face. Seeing Feng Luan behaving so shamelessly, she immediately snapped, "Feng Luan, have you no shame?!"

Feng Luan's fingertips paused. Not only did she fail to restrain herself, she straightened up and casually pulled Luo Chuan's arm against her side, her eyes brimming with provocation.

"Lan Ruo, what does it have to do with you if I'm being close to Little Brother Luo Chuan?"

Luo Chuan's entire body stiffened from the sudden tug. He hurriedly pulled his hand back, his fingertips still carrying the cloying sweetness of the pastry and the panic from moments ago.

Just as he was about to smooth things over, Lan Ruo Ancestor took several strides forward and swept the plate of pastries onto the floor. The sharp crash of shattering porcelain made everyone's hearts jolt.

"Being close?" Lan Ruo sneered, her gaze icy. "Look at yourself. Where is even a trace of the dignity an Ancestor should have?"

Feng Luan unhurriedly brushed nonexistent crumbs from her sleeve, the corners of her red lips curling up. "What dignity could be more important than Little Brother Luo Chuan? And you—putting on that pure and spotless act all day long. Do you really think Little Brother Luo Chuan would like that temperament of yours?"

Those words seemed to strike a sore spot. Lan Ruo's chest rose and fell slightly as she raised her hand to push Feng Luan.

Seeing this, Luo Chuan hurriedly stepped between them. Holding Lan Ruo's wrist with one hand, he anxiously said to Feng Luan, "Sister Feng Luan, Sister Lan Ruo, stop arguing!"

Yet Luo Chuan's intervention made both women halt their movements.

Feng Luan raised an eyebrow and suddenly leaned close to Luo Chuan's ear, whispering in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Little brother, look. They're both getting worked up over you."

Warm breath brushed over his ear, making Luo Chuan's scalp tingle. He wished he could immediately find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

However, at that moment, a deafening explosion suddenly rang out from the sky. The War God Hall's magnificent mountain-protecting formation shattered into pieces in an instant.

Sensing the mountain-protecting formation's destruction, all the War God Hall Ancestors raised their heads. The disciples also rose to their feet and looked toward the energy in the sky.

The War God Hall Ancestors swiftly vanished from where they stood. Even Feng Luan closed her Ancestor's robe again and followed Yang Sen and the others into the air.

Outside the War God Hall stood an elderly man with graying hair and beard.

He was tall and thin, dressed in a long robe of coarse blue cloth. Three inches above the hem of his robe were embroidered seven golden plum blossoms, each with a red dot at its center, vivid and striking.

This man was one of the lords of Seven Plum City in the Demon Cultivation Sea, the mid-stage Deity Transformation Realm Devil Lord Duanmu Ji!

Staring at the suddenly appearing cultivator, Yang Sen shouted furiously, "Fellow Daoist, why have you destroyed our mountain-protecting formation?!"

Devil Lord Duanmu Ji stared at the Huofen Alliance cultivators and uttered a single word. "Scram!"

The word "scram" became surging waves the moment it left his mouth, spreading out violently. The surrounding air immediately rippled beneath the crashing waves, sending fierce impacts outward in ring after ring.

It also produced countless echoes that exploded continuously beside the cultivators' ears, rising and falling in endless succession.

War God Hall Ancestor Zhou Jin's face turned livid. He hurriedly cupped his hands and bowed. "Could Senior be one of the lords of Seven Plum City in the Demon Cultivation Sea... a Deity Transformation Realm senior?"

Duanmu Ji snorted coldly. "I'll say it once more. Move aside, or die."

Upon hearing those words, the War God Hall's Nascent Soul Realm experts all frowned. None of them dared act rashly, and they could only shift aside to clear a path.

Duanmu Ji glanced at the Nascent Soul Realm cultivators before him, then looked toward the War God Hall and smiled. "Fellow Daoist inside, you should know that I have come. Would you grant this old man the honor of a conversation?"

After putting on his clothes and dusting off his shoulder, Luo Chuan instantly appeared in the air and looked at Devil Lord Duanmu Ji before him.

"So you are a fellow Daoist from the Demon Cultivation Sea. May I ask what brings you here this time?"

Duanmu Ji glanced at the others, seemingly unwilling for them to know, and made an inviting gesture. "Could we discuss this in private?"

Luo Chuan did not waste words. With a wave of his right hand, he directly formed an array around them, concealing both their bodies and voices.

Looking at the array that had suddenly appeared around them, Devil Lord Duanmu Ji nodded with a smile. "Hehe, as expected of a mid-stage Deity Transformation Realm cultivator. Your reputation is well deserved."

"We are both mid-stage Deity Transformation Realm cultivators, Fellow Daoist. There is no need to praise me."

Seeing how perceptive Luo Chuan was, Devil Lord Duanmu Ji did not beat around the bush and said directly, "I heard that you know the Death Curse Technique?"

"Mm..."

Luo Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Devil Lord Duanmu Ji before him. He was rather curious about where this man had learned that he knew the Death Curse Technique.

When he had fought the Giant Devil Race's Progenitor, he had used the Seven-Colored Ultimate Realm once, causing the other side to mistake it for the Death Curse Technique. He had not expected Devil Lord Duanmu Ji to know of the matter.

Devil Lord Duanmu Ji smiled as he answered, "This old man heard about it in the Demon Cultivation Sea, so I specially came to Huofen Kingdom to find you. I hope you can accompany this old man somewhere."

Hearing this, Luo Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly. He clearly knew where the place Duanmu Ji spoke of was.

"This old man will not hide it from you. The place we are going is called the Ancient God Land. This old man went there once a thousand years ago, and it was fraught with peril."

"For those at the early Nascent Soul Realm, entering means nine chances of death and one chance of survival. At the middle stage, good fortune may preserve your life. Only those at the late stage, the False Deity Realm, can properly explore it—but if they are not cautious, they will still die."

"Yet although that place is dangerous, its rewards are immense. Magic treasures, pills, cultivation techniques—it has everything. There is even the legendary Yingbian Pill. Taking just one gives you a chance to leap into the ranks of Yingbian Realm experts."

"As a Deity Transformation Realm cultivator yourself, Fellow Daoist, you should understand the importance of the Yingbian Pill. If you can obtain one, breaking through to the Yingbian Realm will be more than assured!"