dical Immortal City, it’s nothing more than the legend that a deity erged from this city. As for whether it’s true, who knows, but there’s a stele in the city that’s drawn people for ages.
It’s said that those with fate may receive the cultivation technique of a dical Immortal from the stele.
However, thousands of years have passed and no one has been known to obtain any technique.
So pharmacists have had breakthroughs here, adding a mysterious aura to the stele.
But as ti went on, no one believes the legends about the stele anymore.
Yet Tang Feng knew that this stele was real, and there was indeed a dical scripture stored within, called the Ten Thousand Mysterious dical Scripture, but ordinary people simply cannot trigger it.
If it weren’t for a certain fool who directly split the stele years ago, this scripture might never have appeared in the world.
Tang Feng’s goal this ti was this stele. The Ten Thousand Mysterious dical Scripture is very powerful for cultivators, but for Tang Feng, it’s just a useless luxury.
He couldn’t care less; his aim was to let Yue Si’e learn it.
After rging with that dical scripture, she could beco a Divine Doctor in one leap.
Upon entering the city, Yue Si’e looked around in amazent, as it was her first ti visiting such a large city, and she saw many new and intriguing things.
The place was bustling with people, moving swiftly through streets and alleys, keeping up with the fast-paced life.
Yue Si’e realized she loved this pace of life and didn’t want to live in a haze every day.
When she reached the stele, she found many people there; however, they mostly touched it briefly and then left, leading to silence as the crowd dissipated.
Not everyone cared about the stele; after all, no one had succeeded for so many years.
Just as Yue Si’e was about to step up, a streak of sword energy descended from the sky, slicing the stele.
Boom!
An explosive sound reverberated as the stele shattered, and a burly man carrying a giant sword over a ter long stepped out from the crowd.
"Everyone scram; this is my turf now." The giant man was extrely arrogant. So people refused to obey and did not leave.
Yet in the next mont, the sword energy swept past, and they were cut down on the spot.
This Evil Blade was as wild as in his previous life, which also led to his eventual downfall.
So of those he killed were sons of affluent families.
Unluckily, one of them was the second son of a super family in dical Immortal City.
As soon as the person was killed, commotion happened, and the family’s elder descended imdiately.
Evil Blade showed no fear, and swung his sword.
Although his courage was unparalleled, his skills regrettably were not.
After exchanging only three moves, Evil Blade was severely injured and was then snatched by the family’s elder and disappeared from sight.
Tang Feng never intervened from start to finish.
Evil Blade was no good person anyway, and Tang Feng was not interested in such petty matters. The mont Evil Blade split the stele, Tang Feng had already obtained the Ten Thousand Mysterious dical Scripture.
No one noticed Tang Feng’s actions. At this ti, the two of them arrived at the largest tavern in dicine Immortal City and rented the most expensive room on the top floor of the Sky Building.
A day’s expenditure easily reached tens of thousands of Spirit Stones.
That was the inco of an ordinary city resident for a year, or even several years.
Tang Feng did not stop Yue Si’e from her spending spree. To him, a woman should be pampered in this way; their spending habits directly reflect a man’s capabilities.
Tang Feng was more than willing to indulge Yue Si’e’s vanity.
She deserved to live such a life.
Over these days, Tang Feng refined spirit pills for her to consu, and her cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, almost reaching Nascent Soul.
Once her cultivation amassed significantly, he wouldn’t even need Tribulation; he could directly use a Breakthrough Pill to step into the next realm.
For Tang Feng, such matters were child’s play.
That night, she successfully stepped into the Nascent Soul Realm, making her among the experts in the current cultivation world.
After rging with the Ten Thousand Mysterious dical Scripture, Yue Si’e’s insight and knowledge ascended to another level, her cultivation skyrocketing to the peak of Nascent Soul — testimony to the scripture’s significance.
Yue Si’e felt like she was dreaming during her promotion and took a while to snap out of it; when she did, she presented her most beautiful self to Tang Feng.
That night, she fulfilled a woman’s role.
Infinite tenderness, boundless fireworks, infinite passion — in short, she transford into a temptress, all for Tang Feng to beco an Immortal.
A man under such a woman’s assault can do nothing but indulge and quietly enjoy it.
But the neighbor next door was sowhat unfortunate.
Moreover, the neighbor was a woman.
Tossing and turning all night, the Devil’s Sound infiltrated her body incessantly, making her extrely uncomfortable.
She wished dearly to rush over and cleave the two apart, thinking, "If you must do it, at least consider those around you!"
The woman’s face was as cold as ice; indeed, she was quite angry.
She thought it would quiet down soon, but it went on endlessly past countless monts.
In the end, her face flushed hotly, thinking, "What is that man made of, not tired?"
Once a woman’s thoughts begin to wander, she could imagine all sorts of salacious scenes no less vividly than n.
Early the next morning, the woman waited at the door.
When Tang Feng walked out, a sharp murderous aura locked onto him.
"Was it intentional last night?" the woman demanded angrily.
However, Tang Feng just looked at her without speaking, only gazing.
His expression shifted from surprise to delight and affection.
This change in gaze startled the woman, "What do I want?"
Tang Feng suddenly advanced, trapping the woman against the wall.
Then he gave a wicked smile, "Beauty, do you believe in love at first sight?"
"Phew, get lost, or else I won’t be polite," she retorted.
Tang Feng braced a hand on the wall, slowly closing in on her, "How do you plan to be impolite?"
The woman’s urge was to shove Tang Feng away, yet it was as if pushing against a mountain, completely immovable.
Despite exerting all her strength, she was powerless.
"How could a grown man bully a weak woman like this?"
"You call yourself weak? You almost sent flying earlier," Tang Feng chuckled.
"Shaless, move aside," she fud, considering whether to call her senior sisters for help.
Then Tang Feng retreated two steps, "Beauty, what I an to say is, I’m actually a good person. I apologize for last night; it won’t happen again. Also, I know you, and it’s been a long, long ti."
"Impossible, I’ve never left the palace," she expressed disbelief.
"Mo Xianyao, that is my wife’s na," Tang Feng said, giving her a deep look before turning to leave.
"Impossible, how could this be!"
Mo Xianyao was dumbfounded; she and her senior sisters had only arrived here yesterday, and they never used nas among themselves. How could he know?
And saying she bears his wife’s na.
Clearly taking liberties, isn’t it?
Yet how did he do it?
No, I’ve got to catch him and question him.
She hurried off, quickly catching up to Tang Feng.
She saw him buying breakfast by the roadside, sampling a bit from this stall and that one.
Eventually, he entered a Cultural Hall.
Mo Xianyao was about to enter when a few youths blocked her, "Such a beautiful fairy, here for breakfast? Let us treat you."
"Step aside," Mo Xianyao’s face chilled as a cold aura slowly emanated from her.
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