Chapter 47: Leng Yanran Arrives, A Show is About to Begin

Although the woman appeared to be walking casually through the air, her movement was actually a profound-grade body technique.

Each step covered a hundred meters, and if cultivated to mastery, it could span several kilometers in a single stride. Whether for travel or combat, it was an exceptionally practical skill.

Even the two small bells on her ankles weren't mere decorations but profound-grade Artifacts. The sound they emitted could disrupt the minds of others.

The woman scanned the surroundings briefly before choosing a random, unoccupied mountaintop to land and rest.

"Saintess Li, if you don't mind, why not join us as we wait for the secret realm to open?"

"This mountain is the closest to the secret realm. Upon hearing from Brother Ren that you might come, I've already had someone prepare a clean spot for you."

"If you're tired, I would gladly offer my palace for you to rest!"

Wang Yan, noticing that the saintess hadn't even spared him a glance, felt slightly displeased. However, he still smiled and called out warmly to Li Shenruo.

The prodigy of the Ren family standing nearby clicked his tongue in disbelief at Wang Yan's eagerness.

What a sycophant!

Yet even with all his fawning, it was unlikely that Li Shenruo would care. Everyone in the Eastern Region knew that the saintess had a cold temperament, especially toward men, to whom she never showed a shred of warmth.

"Then I'll thank you, Daoist friend," Li Shenruo replied after a brief moment of thought.

Ultimately, she didn't refuse Wang Yan's offer. It was more comfortable to stay with others from the Eastern Region, given the unfamiliar Northern Region.

With just a few steps, she arrived at the mountain Wang Yan had mentioned.

Although she appeared to stand on the ground, a closer look revealed that her jade-like feet never actually touched the earth. They floated just above the surface, remaining free of dust or dirt.

Once on the mountaintop, Li Shenruo gave a faint nod to Wang Yan and Ren Qirui before sitting cross-legged on a large rock. She closed her eyes and said no more.

"Ahem, in that case, we'll leave you to your cultivation, saintess. When the secret realm opens, we'll head there together!"

Wang Yan, who had intended to chat with her, decided against it after observing her aloof demeanor.

As expected, she was just as rumored—distant and unapproachable.

If he ever got the chance to win her over, tearing away her icy facade and seeing her display completely different emotions would be truly delightful!

But alas, the forces behind Li Shenruo were untouchable in the Northern Region. Wang Yan could only indulge in such fantasies in the privacy of night, knowing better than to act recklessly and court death.

Meanwhile, the Jin Ding Sect was frustrated that their mountaintop had been taken by people from the Eastern Region.

However, recognizing the disparity in strength, Sect Master Yang Chun could only swallow his anger.

Suddenly, though, Yang Chun's eyes widened in both fear and delight as he spotted a figure approaching!

"Fairy Leng, I anticipated you might come for the secret realm, so we've already prepared a place for you!"

Yang Chun stood up abruptly, bowing respectfully to the figure while puzzling the Abbot Kong Kai next to him.

Curious, Abbot Kong Kai glanced in the direction Yang Chun had addressed.

With just one look, he quickly averted his gaze and began chanting sutras with his eyes closed.

"That's no fairy—she's a demoness!"

Even a single glance at Leng Yanran had filled Abbot Kong Kai with a strange heat, an impulse that made him feel as though he might break his vows!

As a follower of the Buddhist path, he could clearly sense that Leng Yanran wasn't human but a member of the Demon Clan. Even if she were human, the cultivation techniques she practiced would undoubtedly be demonic.

She was no ordinary figure...

Hearing someone call her, Leng Yanran turned her head to see Yang Chun.

She felt a bit puzzled as to why they hadn't occupied the mountain closest to the secret realm entrance.

But she had no intention of acknowledging Yang Chun. With just a simple glance at him, she turned and walked toward the mountaintop occupied by the Eastern Region forces.

"This is going to be entertaining..."

Sect Master Yang Chun watched as Leng Yanran ignored him. Despite her indifference, he dared not feel any resentment. Ever since that incident, Leng Yanran had become almost like a heart demon to him—she was nothing short of the most terrifying demoness he had ever encountered.

Now, this demoness was heading toward the mountain occupied by the Eastern Region forces. A clash was inevitable, and Sect Master Yang Chun couldn't help but wonder if she would display the same terrifying power as that fateful day.

With a casual wave, she had unleashed thirty Sky Monuments. Even the Eastern Region forces would likely find it difficult to handle her.

No matter whether it was Leng Yanran or the Eastern Region forces that suffered, it would be advantageous for the three major sects. If both sides ended up severely weakened, they would lose their ability to compete for the secret realm, leaving the opportunity for the three sects to claim.

As Leng Yanran passed a nearby mountain peak, she suddenly sensed something amiss and frowned as she turned to look.

A rogue cultivator at the Profound Sky Realm was flying toward her with a lecherous grin on his face.

"Fairy, to be honest, I fell in love with you at first sight," he declared shamelessly.

"Would you consider becoming my Dao companion? I am the chief disciple of the Feixue Sect and the guaranteed future sect master!"

"If you feel we haven't spent enough time together, we can take it slow."

The man prattled on about his supposed excellence. Given that he had reached the Profound Sky Realm at the age of thirty, he indeed counted as a top-tier genius in the Northern Region.

He was second only to the chief disciples of the four major sects, so his confidence in his charm was sky-high.

"Fairy, what do you think?"

"If you agree, we could consummate our union tonight—"

However, before he could finish, his words were abruptly cut off. He could only let out choking sounds, his voice stuck in his throat.

Leng Yanran's expression was one of deep disgust. With a single hand, she formed a spiritual energy palm out of thin air and clutched his throat.

"Disgusting creature," she spat coldly.

Crack!

With a slight exertion of force, the man stopped struggling, his neck gruesomely snapped by Leng Yanran.

She casually flung his lifeless body into the forest below.

"Sect Master Yang Chun, after this event, I'd appreciate it if you could deal with the Feixue Sect. Is that clear?"

After disposing of the man, Leng Yanran turned her cold gaze toward Sect Master Yang Chun, who had been eagerly waiting to watch the spectacle.

"Of course, Fairy Leng. You have my word—the Feixue Sect will no longer exist in the Northern Region," Sect Master Yang Chun stammered, trembling under her icy stare.

Her gaze brought back memories of the day the Luo Heaven Sect had been annihilated. Without hesitation, he agreed, even as he secretly wiped cold sweat from his brow.

As expected, she was a demoness through and through. Whenever she acted, it inevitably led to the extermination of entire sects.

Leng Yanran paid no further attention to the matter, suppressing the revulsion in her heart.

"As I thought, men are all the same—except for my master," she muttered to herself.

"Just as Master instructed, never leave witnesses when you act. But with the secret realm approaching, I don't have the time to personally destroy the Feixue Sect."

Suddenly, a voice rang out, drawing Leng Yanran's attention.

"Well, well, I didn't expect to find such a rare beauty in this barren Northern Region," the voice sneered.

"Hey, woman, come closer so this young master can take a good look at you!"

<+ >

Tn: If you want to see more chapter of this story, please join my Patreon1, for $5 each month, you can read all of the available chapter.

Patreon Account: patreon.com/HannibalNotBarca2

Latest Chapter In Patreon: Chapter 89: The Hall Master Is Ascending! The More I Think About It, the More Furious I Get

Link to the latest chapter: https://www.patreon.com/posts/in-xianxia-with-1177700633