Chapter 61: The Contest of Spells

Zhao Feng followed the sound and saw an elderly Taoist dressed in a yellow robe slowly step forward.

Zhao Feng narrowed his eyes. “Yunhu Mountain? No wonder! So you possess a bit of immortal sect heritage.”

The old Taoist was surprised. “Who are you? How did you discern I’m from Yunhu Mountain?”

At this moment, Zhao Feng felt at ease. It was just a sect with some minor, unremarkable immortal legacy.

Yet the old Taoist was deeply shocked. Yunhu Mountain was a hidden sect, never walking among mortal society. He himself was merely an outer disciple of Yunhu Mountain, and if it weren’t for Weiwei spending a fortune, he would never have risked expulsion to come to this small place called Huaian County.

The old Taoist clasped his hands. “I am Fa Qi. May I ask your name, fellow Daoist?”

Zhao Feng sneered. “You’re not qualified to know my name.”

Fa Qi’s expression darkened instantly. “Fellow Daoist, you’re not giving me any respect. May I ask, where do you practice cultivation?”

Fa Qi was essentially asking which temple Zhao Feng cultivated in.

Zhao Feng sneered again. “You were right about one thing—I do cultivate immortality! But what I practice is true immortality, not the false kind.”

Fa Qi’s face turned ashen. “How dare you! Do you not worship the Three Pure Ones?”

“Damn your Three Pure Ones!”

Zhao Feng cursed outright.

He was furious because the Three Pure Ones did exist within the immortal sects, but they were merely sages. Moreover, it was their lineage that had destroyed the Medicine Summit Sect...

Fa Qi was stunned.

Pointing at Zhao Feng’s nose, Fa Qi stammered, “You—you—you’re committing blasphemy!”

Zhao Feng scoffed.

At this point, Fa Qi was merely a minor character. Zhao Feng paid him no mind.

Zhao Feng turned to Weiwei. “Hand over the person.”

Weiwei’s expression soured. “Zhao Feng, I never expected you to be so arrogant, showing no reverence even in the face of an immortal!”

“Hmph! He’s hardly an immortal!”

“If he were, would he come here for your money?”

“You—you—” Weiwei was speechless.

Zhao Feng strode slowly toward her. “You’re testing my patience.”

Step by step, he walked up to Weiwei. She stood frozen, unsure what to do.

Zhao Feng reached her side, extended his pale, slender hand, and gently lifted her chin.

“I don’t care about your relationship with Xia Lin. But I know, hatred was born from love! The two of you are involved.”

Weiwei was stunned. “How did you know?”

Her delicate face contorted. “It must have been Xia Lin who told you! That wretch! You must have slept together!”

This time, Zhao Feng was taken aback.

He was speechless. “What kind of logic is that?”

Weiwei snarled, “She’s always wanted to test whether she’s normal!”

Zhao Feng rolled his eyes in exasperation.

He shook his head. “Hand her over. I have no time for your nonsense.”

Suddenly, Weiwei lunged at Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng was caught off guard, sensing no malice from Weiwei, so he didn’t resist.

Weiwei wrapped her arms around him and bit down on his lips.

“Mmm—”

“Mmm, mmm—”

She bit his tongue, leaving Zhao Feng unable to speak from the pain.

Zhao Feng’s anger flared. He pushed Weiwei away. “What are you doing?”

“Hmph!” Weiwei said with a haughty air. “Whatever Xia Lin gets, I must have too! Whatever she can’t get, I want even more!”

Zhao Feng was speechless. “What kind of twisted logic is that?”

Weiwei’s lips curled with a smile. “Hmph, now you’re mine regardless!”

Zhao Feng could only sigh.

Weiwei waved her hand. “Release her!”

The bodyguards behind her hurriedly nodded and bowed. “Yes!”

After a moment, a woman in a windbreaker, with a baseball cap and mask, was brought over.

Li Ping saw her silhouette and was instantly overcome with emotion.

He rushed to her side and embraced her. “Sis, you scared me to death!”

Li Dan patted Li Ping’s back, her voice gentle. “It’s all right, I’m fine.”

“Hoo hoo hoo—” Li Ping sobbed uncontrollably. “As long as you’re okay! As long as you’re okay!”

Zhao Feng smiled and waved his hand. “Let’s go, time to return.”

“Alright!” Li Ping, Li Dan, Chen Ying, and Zhao Feng got into the car. Li Ping drove off, leaving the scene behind.

Weiwei watched the departing car, her lips curling in a sly smile. “Zhao Feng, is it? You won’t escape my grasp.”

When Zhao Feng and the others arrived home, night had already fallen.

Zhao Feng stretched lazily. “Finally, we’re back.”

Chen Ying couldn’t wait. “Zhao Feng, can we start now?”

Zhao Feng blinked. “Start what?”

“Hmph!” Chen Ying huffed angrily. “Have you been lost in the pleasures of love for too long?”

Zhao Feng, embarrassed, rubbed his nose.

He smiled. “Not yet. I need to prepare a few things.”

“What things?”

“Some medicinal herbs.”

Li Ping jumped up excitedly. “Shall I go buy them?”

Zhao Feng shook his head. “No, I must buy them myself.”

“But—”

Zhao Feng patted Li Ping’s shoulder. “Enough, go get some rest. Healing requires a relaxed mindset.”

“But—”

That night, everyone went to sleep.

In Zhao Feng’s room, he sat cross-legged on the bed in a strange posture, reminiscent of the flying figures in ancient murals.

A faint silvery glow from the moon slowly enveloped Zhao Feng’s body.

“Whoo—”

He exhaled a stream of white breath.

“Whoo—”

He drew a deep breath, and a wisp of moonlight gradually flowed into his nostrils.

Zhao Feng slowly opened his eyes. “There’s no spiritual energy in the mortal world; I can only borrow the essence of sun and moon to cultivate. It’s so slow!”

He stood up and walked to the window, gazing toward the back mountain.

The mountain was pitch-black, only the faint outline of ridges visible.

“Oo—”

“Oo—oo—”

The sound of doves echoed nearby.

“Flap flap!”

A dove took flight, landing on a tree branch.

Suddenly, a red glow burst forth from the distant peak.

Zhao Feng was shocked. “What’s happening? Someone’s battling with magic?”

He was astonished.

Such beams of spiritual energy could only be seen by cultivators; ordinary people were blind to them.

Without hesitation, Zhao Feng jumped from the second floor.

He vaulted over the wall and dashed swiftly toward the mountain.

“Boom boom boom!”

He sped through the forest.

In the blink of an eye, he reached the spot where the red light had appeared.

He dared not act rashly, crouching in the grass to observe the distance.