Chapter 47 Luo Xianzi

  Zhang Heng left Tianyu Pavilion and didn't dare to linger, his figure quickly disappeared into the rolling crowd and hurriedly headed towards the outside of the castle.

  In about half a stick of incense time, Zhang Heng's figure quickly appeared outside Dutiian Fortress.

  With his spiritual tool supporting him in mid-air, he turned back to gaze at the solitary Heavenly Fortress that resembled a prehistoric giant beast.

  It wasn't until now that Zhang Heng's heart finally relaxed slightly, under the scrutiny of those few Foundation Building cultivators' divine sense, it was impossible for him to not feel tense.

  He turned back with an air of mystery before leaving, just to make the foundation period monks wary of him and not dare to pay attention to him again.

  With his current strength, he can't compete with the foundation-building monks of the past. At most, he can only save his life in front of them, unless he can refine the Void Flame and unleash the true power of his spiritual instrument.

  The spiritual tool under his feet emitted a soft hum, and a faint silver light flowed on its surface. Zhang Heng left the cliff mountain where Dutiange was located at a speed far surpassing that of an ordinary Qi Refining stage cultivator.

  After leaving Duan Ya Mountain for over ten miles, Zhang Heng did not fly in the direction of Fang Yun Mountain, but instead kept observing the surrounding terrain with his eyes.

  Soon he discovered a mountain peak in the distance, like an immortal guiding him, this mountain peak was only slightly shorter than Duan Ya Shan among the surrounding mountains.

  Zhang Heng drove the Lingqi quickly towards the top of that mountain peak.

  Before it even hit the ground, a pleasant voice came from beside a huge rock at the top of the mountain.

  Zhang Heng glanced sideways and saw Luo Ningxue, dressed in a snow-white dress, standing elegantly beside the giant rock. In front of the massive stone, her figure seemed tiny, but from afar, it was as if she were the protagonist of this scene. The serene and peaceful aura surrounding her made people dare not harbor any impure thoughts about her.

  Coming down from the spiritual device, Zhang Heng and Luo Ningxue maintained a distance of about 40 to 50 feet, gazing at this heavenly proud daughter on Mount Fangyun with calm eyes.

  "I don't know what Sister Luo wants to meet me for? It seems like we don't have any connection between us either."

  When Zhang Heng met Luo Ningxue on that bustling street in Du Tianbao, he was still puzzled by her sudden approach, only to understand later that she had done so simply to facilitate mental communication with him.

  That is to say, Luo Ningxue's divine sense can also leave her body. Although her divine sense is far inferior to Zhang Heng's, it has approached the level of a cultivator in the Great Perfection stage of Qi Refining.

  Among the monks Zhang Heng encountered, there were three whose strength could not be measured by their own cultivation.

  The first is Ou Ling, who has been mysteriously hiding in Fangyun Mountain. Even now, Zhang Heng still hasn't figured out his true nature. The second is Zhao Rui, who just parted ways with him. This kid can cast spells comparable to the third stage, which is quite abnormal.

  The last one belongs to this Luoxianzi in front of him, who has a kind of ability that seems to be able to see through people's hearts. At this moment, his consciousness can also leave his body.

  Compared with Wu Ling and Zhao Rui, Luo Ningxue may be even weaker, but she is by no means to be underestimated.

  Luo Bing Xue gazed quietly at Zhang Heng for a moment, her jade lips lightly opening, and finally uttered a word: "Do you know Ning Xue Rong, this female cultivator?"

  Zhang Heng was shocked beyond measure. Why did the other party suddenly mention Ning Xue Rong, the female cultivator who had transformed into a snow lotus not long ago? What kind of intention did they have?

  Was it because she was very familiar with Ning Xue and after Ning Xue's disappearance, she had doubts about herself?

  On the surface, he didn't bat an eyelid. Zhang Heng smiled and said: "Ning Shimei is an inner disciple of our sect. Although Tang certain hasn't interacted with her much, he wouldn't not know her."

  Luoning Xue carefully observed Zhang Heng's expression and found that he didn't have any abnormal attitude.

  Luo Ningxue stood still for a moment, and then a very subtle and mysterious wave of magical power began to emanate from her body.

  Zhang Heng's eyebrows slightly raised, and his tone gradually became indifferent as he said: "Luo Shixiong, if there's nothing else, then I'll be taking my leave."

  "You're lying." Luo Ningxue's eyes, like a quiet orchid, stared tightly at Zhang Heng, her gaze falling onto Zhang Heng's storage bag.

  Zhang Heng only then understood that the other party had just used some unknown technique to probe himself. If it were an ordinary Qi Refining stage cultivator, it would be difficult to detect this weak fluctuation of spiritual energy, but in front of Zhang Heng, it was impossible to hide.

  "Heh heh, Tang said that whether or not to lie is his own freedom, must Luo Shixiong come to restrain him?" Zhang Heng's body gradually tensed up, just like a leopard ready to explode at any moment.

  And he was also using his divine sense to observe the other's every move.

  "I need something from Brother Tang's storage bag." Luo Bingxue made her request in a flat tone, as if she didn't worry at all that Zhang Heng would refuse her.

  Zhang Heng's heart skipped a beat as the other party mentioned Ning Xuefeng at first, and now they clearly wanted something from his storage bag.

  Zhang Heng quickly guessed what the other person wanted from his storage bag.

  "Is this what you want?"

  Zhang Heng's fingers lightly touched the storage bag, and a pure white crystal lotus quietly lay on his hand, with a faint icy coolness drifting in the air.

  At the moment Zhang Heng took out this object, a hint of color burst forth from Luo Bingxue's calm and serene eyes. She nodded repeatedly: "It is indeed this object. Please, Tang Shixiong, hand it over to me, and I, Bingxue, will definitely repay you."

  Zhang Heng was slightly taken aback, did Xue Lian have some unknown value? Even the normally detached and otherworldly Luo Xianzi had a greedy heart.

  Just then, a trembling spiritual fluctuation was emitted from Xue Lian, and Zhang Heng suddenly felt a thread of fear transmitted from Xue Lian.

  The spotless white petals in Zhang Heng's palm seemed to be urging him not to give himself up to Luo Ningxue.

  Zhang Heng's palm made a slight movement, and the Snow Lotus was put away into his storage bag. He coldly smiled and said: "I wonder what kind of thing Luo Shixiong wants to use to exchange with Tang for this Snow Lotus."

  Luo Bing Xue's stunning figure slowly approached Zhang Heng, her heavenly voice reaching his ears: "As long as Brother Tang is willing to give me this Snow Lotus, I can grant any of your requests."

  There was a subtle temptation hidden in this sentence that made Zhang Heng slightly distracted for a moment.

  Zhang Heng put on a fascinated expression, staring blankly at Luo Ningxue's angelic and serene jade-like face: "Can being my dual cultivation partner also work?"

  Luoning Xue's calm and serene eyes flashed a hint of disgust, while that special voice with a seductive tone continued to transmit to Zhang Heng: "Hand over Snow Lotus to me, and I'll grant you anything, little brother..."

  She slowly approached Zhang Heng, who was in a state of illusion and infatuation, and soon walked to within less than one zhang (about 3.3 meters) from him.

  "If Junior Sister can perform a striptease in front of Tang, I'll give you this Snow Lotus." Zhang Heng's expressionless face had a hint of imperceptible mockery.

  "Strip show?" Luo Ningxue's stunning face slightly froze.

  She didn't understand the true meaning of the three words "strip show", but she could still guess a thing or two from the two words "strip".

  A hint of shyness and anger flashed across her bright eyes, and a faint red cloud swept across her snow-white porcelain-like cheeks.

  Suddenly, she seemed to understand something, a strange color flashed in her eyes, and her body retreated backwards continuously.

  "Haha, it's too late!"

  Zhang Heng's idiotic expression vanished in an instant, replaced by a faintly mocking tone. His body transformed into a virtual shadow and suddenly pounced on Luo Ningxue.

  In the blink of an eye, Zhang Heng rushed to Luo Ningxue's side.

  Ning Xue's slender jade hand had just reached for the Lingyun belt at her waist when the tip of Wuling Sword was already pressed against her snowy white neck.

  Her face changed color, and she was just about to use the magic power inside her body.

  At this moment, Zhang Heng's other hand also moved in a flash of lightning, and the palm of his hand with a faint silver light sealed on Luo Ningxue's left shoulder.

  The incredibly powerful Lianyuan Spiritual Energy instantly sealed off the magical power that was about to be unleashed from her body.

  In just one breath, Zhang Heng subdued Luo Xianzi, who was like a goddess in the hearts of other male cultivators on Fangyun Mountain.