Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 39: Battle against the Ninth Rank
Chu Ning's eyes flickered slightly, and she glanced at Xie Mingli thoughtfully. Her words were not just an expression of her impatience with Feng Li, but more like a deliberate emphasis on something.

"She wants to tell herself that she has nothing to do with Feng Li?"

The corners of his lips rose slightly, his smile neither deep nor shallow, as if he was trying to figure out the deeper meaning behind these words.

Xie Mingli has always been aloof and rarely cares about what others call him, but today he rarely showed a clear attitude.

It seems that things are more interesting than they seem.

Feng Li's expression changed slightly, and then he forced himself to suppress his displeasure, trying to salvage the situation, revealing what he thought was a gentle smile:

"Li'er, you're not usually this cold to me."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone suddenly became heavier, with a hint of questioning.

"Is it because of this kid?"

As the words fell, the atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly stagnated.

Chu Ning's expression remained calm, as if he hadn't heard anything. The corners of his mouth even curled up slightly, as if he was watching a boring play.

Xie Mingli's face darkened and his tone became a little colder.

"What are you talking about?"

She glanced at Feng Li impatiently, and her tone already contained an order to leave.

"Just leave now. If you leave now, I'll just think you're just being impulsive."

Feng Li's face turned completely gloomy, his lips were slightly pursed, anger surged in his eyes, and he seemed to be restraining something.

He was a direct disciple of Lihuo Palace, how could he have been scolded like this?
But before he could refute, a lazy and somewhat casual voice sounded.

"Feng Li, right?" Chu Ning smiled lightly, his tone seemed nonchalant, yet also contained a hint of disdain.

"Miss Xie asked you to leave, don't you understand?"

Feng Li was stunned for a moment, then his eyes suddenly turned cold and he turned to look.

Chu Ning stood in the yard, raised his eyes slightly, waved his hand casually to brush away the dust on his sleeves, with a nonchalant smile on the corner of his mouth.

His tone was not harsh, but the implication was enough to make Feng Li furious.

The air in the courtyard suddenly became stagnant, and a sense of impending storm spread.

Feng Li's eyes were cold and filled with anger.

He took a step forward, his eyes fixed on Chu Ning, his voice filled with undisguised arrogance: "Li'er, it's not that I want to be presumptuous in Wu Hou Mansion. You saw it too, it was this little bastard who deliberately provoked me."

After the words fell, Chu Ning sneered, his eyes cold: "You really are good at making up stories and confusing right and wrong."

He slowly glanced at Feng Li, as if he were looking at a mad dog that was making trouble for no reason. "Who is it that comes here to demand an explanation? Who is it that keeps calling me a little bastard?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Li laughed out of anger, and the fire in his eyes grew even brighter, burning the air around him.

Flames suddenly rose around Feng Li, and the scorching air waves rolled like raging waves. The scorching temperature distorted the air, and the ground cracked slightly, as if even the earth was avoiding his anger.

"Li'er, I'm going to kill him today and apologize to the Wuhou Mansion tomorrow!"

The violent aura surged instantly, and the flames formed a flaming lion behind him, roaring towards the sky, with sharp fangs and murderous intent condensed into substance.

However, just as he was about to take action, a cold figure appeared in front of Chu Ning, with silver-white sleeves fluttering, carrying a coldness like a snowy night.

Xie Mingli stood in front of Chu Ning, his tone unquestionable: "No."

She raised her eyes and looked directly at Feng Li, her gaze calm and unwavering, only firmness in her eyes: "Mr. Chu is an honored guest of the Wuhou Mansion and my savior. If I can't protect him in the Wuhou Mansion, how can I gain a foothold in Qingzhou in the future?"

Feng Li frowned, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

Then, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and the anger in his heart could hardly be suppressed.

"Li'er, are you defending him?"

Chu Ning was stunned for a moment, and his heart moved slightly.

At that moment, he felt an emotion he had never experienced before, a strange and subtle one. Then, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if he suddenly felt... this feeling was not bad.

This was the first time he had been so firmly blocked by someone.

He has always walked through the world alone, whether in his previous life or this life, there are dangers everywhere. He has long been accustomed to facing and solving them alone. No one has ever stood up to say a word for him, let alone stand in front of him.

Although Xie Mingli appeared indifferent and spoke few words, at this moment, she protected him without hesitation.

At this moment, he felt the feeling of being protected for the first time.

That emotion is somewhat strange, yet... tempting.

He greedily enjoyed the feeling of that moment, as if it could fill a hidden gap in his heart.

The next second, he gently patted Xie Mingli's shoulder, his voice carrying a hint of indifferent smile: "Miss Xie, thank you, I can deal with him."

Xie Mingli was startled, and turned back to look at him, frowning slightly, and speaking in a low voice: "He is a ninth-grade middle-class cultivator, and you are only a tenth-grade lower-class cultivator. How can you deal with him? Now is not the time to show off."

A hint of worry flashed in her eyes.

In her understanding, the gap between the ninth and tenth grades was as huge as a chasm. Even if Chu Ning was gifted, it would be impossible for him to cross this insurmountable boundary.

However, she didn't know that Chu Ning's realm had been disguised by Xu Lingling from the very beginning.

His true strength is that of the upper tenth rank.

In order to hide his strength, he deliberately used the Xu Ling Bell to suppress his own realm to the lower tenth level, just to paralyze the enemy and reduce unnecessary attention.

At this moment, he smiled faintly, his eyes deep, and said meaningfully: "Miss Xie, how can you know if you don't try?"

His tone was calm, with an invisible confidence.

Xie Mingli's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingertips tightened unconsciously. She looked at Chu Ning, her lips slightly pursed, and a trace of struggle flashed in her eyes.

She didn't want him to take any risks, but Chu Ning's eyes were as calm as the deep sea, with a certainty that she couldn't ignore.

Feng Li laughed in anger, his flames surging, and taunted, "Very good! Since you're seeking death, I'll grant your wish!"

Before he finished speaking, he stomped his feet hard, the ground cracked instantly, flames swept in like a strong wind, and a burning smell came in the air.

Chu Ning stood there, his eyes calm as water, but a sharp light suddenly flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He did not dodge, but slowly raised his hand, slightly opened his five fingers, and a faint golden light flowed in his palm.

Xie Mingli was suddenly startled.

She suddenly noticed that Chu Ning's aura had undergone subtle changes at this moment.

The aura of the lower tenth grade suddenly rose and faintly touched the threshold of the ninth grade.

Her heart suddenly shook, her pupils shrank slightly, and she looked at Chu Ning in disbelief.

However, Chu Ning only smiled slightly and whispered, "Miss Xie, please step back a little later. Be careful not to get hurt by mistake."

Before Xie Mingli could react, Chu Ning's figure rushed out like thunder in the next moment!

Seeing this, Feng Li sneered and his eyes lit up with fighting spirit: "Very good, now you are a bit like a man!"

The Fire Whip flew out from his hand, and flames billowed out, like a burning red dragon twisting and tumbling in the air.

The whip shadow suddenly fissioned and turned into nine fire dragons, roaring and blocking all of Chu Ning's retreat routes.

Flames shot into the sky, and in an instant, the entire courtyard turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The walls collapsed under the whip's shadow, and the ground was burned by the high temperature, gradually melting into red magma. The heat waves surged and it was suffocating.

However, Chu Ning's figure was like a ghost, moving back and forth in the burning fire curtain.

His steps were erratic, as if he was riding on clouds, and every step he took fell into the blind spot of Feng Li's attack.

"Flying skills? Damn it." Feng Li's eyes focused, and a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.

(End of this chapter)