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"Thank you for enlightening me, Immortal. I will remember your teachings."

Zhang Cuishan knelt down before Ning Chen and pleaded:

"There are two more things I would like to ask the immortal for clarification!"

Who exactly is this Indian who injured my third brother? And where is my son, Wuji?

Ning Chen said:

"Ah San is from the Western Regions, and he is backed by the Prince of Ruyang's Mansion. Zhang Wuji is also in their hands."

"The Prince of Ruyang's Mansion!"

Zhang Cuishan clenched his fists, and even his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Destroying Third Senior Brother first, then kidnapping Wuji, the Ruyang Prince's Mansion is going too far!

Moreover, the intention of the Prince of Ruyang's mansion in kidnapping Zhang Wuji must also be to force him to reveal Xie Xun's whereabouts.

"What? It was actually Prince Ruyang who was causing trouble behind the scenes!"

Mo Shenggu had a short temper and immediately became enraged.

"Master, my fellow disciples and I will descend the mountain now and head straight for the Prince of Ruyang's residence."

"Let's turn the world upside down, rescue Wuji, and avenge our third senior brother!"

Zhang Cuishan shook his head and said:

"The Prince of Ruyang's mansion is full of experts, and this trip is likely to be very dangerous. Susu and I will go alone. Fellow disciples, there is no need for my son to take risks!"

"What nonsense! Wuji is also our nephew, we will never stand idly by!"

……

Listening to his apprentices arguing.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Ning Chen, bowed deeply, and said, "Young friend Ning, this humble Taoist..."

Ning Chen accepted the bow without hesitation, then stretched.

"Master Zhang, there's no need for further explanation. I will personally go to Yuan Dadu tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, everyone was overjoyed.

Having witnessed Ning Chen's strength today, they were all completely convinced of his abilities.

"In this way, my husband and I kneel down to express our deepest gratitude to the immortal for his great kindness and virtue!"

Zhang Cuishan pulled a fair-skinned woman down and knelt down again to kowtow to Ning Chen.

……

Night falls.

After Zhang Sanfeng, Ning Chen, and the other two had dinner...

He then had the young Taoist lead them to the guest room without disturbing them further.

Ning Chen sat quietly in the guest room, holding a scroll of Taoist scriptures in his hand.

I heard rustling footsteps, followed by a soft knock on the door.

"Is that Ling'er?"

Ning Chen said with a smile, "Come in."

Zhao Ling'er moved gracefully into the room.

"Brother Ningchen, Ling'er wants to sleep with you, is that okay?"

Zhao Ling'er's eyes were pure, and her face was innocent.

"Grandma said that if Ling'er sleeps with a man, then Ling'er will be his wife."

There were no similar books on Fairy Island, so she had to ask her grandmother.

Grandma said that if there is a man you often think about, that is your beloved.

If you share a bed with your beloved, then you have consummated your marriage.

"Hmm...that's what Grandma said?"

Ning Chen was also at a loss. Ling'er was too naive, which made it difficult for him to know where to start.

That's what Grandma said.

Zhao Ling'er nodded slightly, her smile as beautiful as a flower.

At first, she thought that she would go to sleep with Ning Chen after he arrived at Immortal Spirit Island.

But after their first meeting in the world of Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, she couldn't help herself.

"Then Ling'er, aren't you afraid I might do something bad to you?"

"What bad thing?"

Ning Chen looked at her fair and jade-like face and lowered his head to kiss her.

Zhao Ling'er stared wide-eyed with curiosity and whispered, "Ling'er can do it too."

As she spoke, she leaned in and gave Ning Chen a light peck on the cheek with her rosy lips.

"There's something even worse coming, just watch."

“This… Ling’er can learn it too.”

……

Ning Chen started from scratch and guided Zhao Ling'er step by step.

Half an hour later, her sash loosened, and her green skirt fell to the ground.

The flickering candlelight illuminated her slender, graceful figure, and the interplay of light and shadow outlined a captivating curve.

Ning Chen had met many women, each with their own unique charm, but Zhao Ling'er was the most lively and spirited.

That waist was so slender and delicate, it could be encircled with one hand.

Her movements seemed to flow with a silent rhythm, breathtakingly beautiful.

"I never imagined that Ling'er would have such a graceful figure..."

Ning Chen's gaze was intense, filled with admiration and praise.

He flicked his finger, and the candlelight in the room went out instantly.

Only the hazy moonlight remained, outlining two figures leaning against each other.

Whispering softly, like a spring breeze brushing against flower branches.

A night of wind flickers the candlelight, and a subtle fragrance drifts in the air.

……

The next day,

Zhao Ling'er, newly nourished by the rain, still had teardrops clinging to her eyelashes.

She lay in bed, fast asleep.

Feeling refreshed, Ning Chen pulled the blanket up for her and then went straight to heaven.

His figure moved like lightning, traversing a thousand miles in a quarter of an hour.

Ning Chen's figure hovered in the air, with a magnificent and vast city in front of him.

The capital of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty, Dadu.

Mongol cavalry patrolled back and forth within the city (ahbi).

There were also a large number of armored infantrymen carrying spears moving through the city.

There were also some renowned martial arts masters who traveled between the imperial palace and various princely residences.

Deep within the Yuan capital, there were magnificent palaces.

It was the imperial palace of the Mongol Yuan dynasty.

Ning Chen gazed at the capital city, which resembled a prehistoric behemoth, and gripped the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

He drew his sword, revealing only a three-inch blade, but did not actually pull it out.

However, beams of sword light poured out, the sword intent like a flood, and the entire Yuan capital was filled with a chilling sword intent.

Inside the Daming Hall, Emperor Yuan Shundi, seated on his dragon throne, felt the temperature plummet, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Where is the Mongol emperor? And the Prince of Ruyang, come out."

A calm voice rang out in Yuan Dadu.

Emperor Yuan Shundi was greatly alarmed and looked at the assembled officials in the hall.

Who is speaking?

A robust Mongol general, clad in silver armor, sneered:

"Your Majesty need not be alarmed; he is nothing more than a charlatan from the martial arts world!"