Wedding ceremony tomorrow

Chapter 32 The Nightingale's Shock

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One punch, and a powerful gust of wind arises!

Luo Qingfeng stood there, his fists clenched, his long hair dancing and his robes fluttering.

An aura unique to cultivators emanated from him!

The nightingale froze on the spot, her mouth slightly agape, staring at him in utter shock.

"Bang!"

The moment Meng Pangzi hit the wall, he reacted quickly, twisting his fat body and landing nimbly on the ground.

Although he was at the fourth level of the Open Heaven Realm and had amazing defensive power, this unexpected punch imbued with star power still caused his blood and qi to churn, making him suffer excruciating pain and almost breaking his ribs.

He looked up, staring in astonishment at the young man dressed as a scholar.

"A cultivator? A second-tier cultivator from the Heavenly Creation Realm?"

He found it hard to believe.

Luo Qingfeng clenched his fists and looked at him with icy eyes.

"Good lad! You've been hiding it well!"

Fatty Meng's fat face twitched, and he suddenly looked at Nightingale, his expression darkening. "Did you already know he was a cultivator? Why didn't you report it?"

He certainly couldn't believe that a frail scholar could transform from an ordinary person into a cultivator at the second level of the Open Heaven Realm in less than half a month.

Clearly, this young man was already a cultivator!

At least, before that night when we went to Linshan Village!

Nightingale's eyebrows twitched slightly, but she just stared blankly at the young man in the scholar's robe in front of her, without answering.

"Hmph, no wonder you managed to escape from that demon that night!"

Fatty Meng sneered, and with a clang, he pulled out a long sword from somewhere. A gust of wind swirled around him as he gritted his teeth and said, "I, Fatty Meng, have never been humiliated like this before! Kid, you punched me, and now I'll return the favor with a sword! If you can withstand it, consider yourself lucky! If you can't, then I'm sorry, I'll just assume you're a demon and accidentally killed you."

The words had barely left his lips.

Suddenly, a white light appeared on the blade of the long sword in his hand, flickering continuously.

The four stars of the Creation Realm emit a beam that can reach a foot in length, and are incomparably sharp!

Nightingale suddenly awoke, her figure flashing as she shielded Luo Qingfeng, the short knife in her hand swishing out a white light.

"Fatty Meng, you and I are both from the Demon Suppression Academy. We should know the rules of the academy and the laws of the Great Yan Dynasty. You should know very well what the punishment is for killing someone at will. As for whether he is a demon or not, that's not for you to decide alone."

Seeing this, Fatty Meng's hatred intensified: "Nightingale, are you really going to protect this kid like this?"

Nightingale gripped her dagger tightly, her tone firm: "The academy has rules that we demon hunters cannot bully the weak or oppress the powerful! If you insist on making a move today, I will naturally stop you! No matter who he is, as long as he's not a demon, as long as he's not a murder suspect, if I, Nightingale, see it, I will intervene!"

Fatty Meng gave a mocking laugh and said resentfully, "That's easy for you to say! If it were someone else, would you really draw your sword against me? Aren't you just after this kid's looks?"

Nightingale's face was frosty, but she did not argue with him again.

Fatty Meng brandished his longsword, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "Nightingale! I'll ask you one more time, are you going to move aside or not!"

Nightingale gripped the hilt of her knife tightly, refusing to back down.

Meng Pangzi's star power surged throughout his body, and his killing intent instantly became apparent!

A gust of wind swirled around the two, and the blades in their hands flickered and grew longer and longer, like the forked tongues of venomous snakes about to strike.

The atmosphere was tense; a battle was about to break out!

But at that moment, Fatty Meng's body suddenly trembled, and his expression changed slightly.

A sudden flush of crimson spread across his obese face. The long sword in his hand trembled slightly before he abruptly withdrew it. His gaze, sharp as a venomous snake, swept over the young man behind her, and he said with a chilling expression, "Fine! Nightingale, I, Fatty Meng, will give you face today! I refuse to believe you can protect him forever! I'll get my revenge tenfold for this punch sooner or later!"

Having said that, he turned and left in a huff.

After quickly walking out of the alley, he couldn't help but clutch his chest, swallow the mouthful of blood that welled up in his throat, and his face became even more gloomy.

In the alley.

The nightingale's tense body finally relaxed slowly.

I stood there for a while longer.

She sheathed her dagger, turned around, and looked at the boy in front of her with a complicated expression.

Luo Qingfeng had already squatted down in the corner, head down, and continued to carefully pinch the white powder on the ground with his fingers.

He took the initiative to explain, "When I first met you, I was indeed just an ordinary person. That night, I was being chased by demons and encountered a chivalrous man who saved me and then taught me cultivation techniques. I felt there was no need to report this to you."

Upon hearing this, Nightingale sneered, "You mean you started cultivating that day, and in just a few days, you suddenly went from an ordinary person to a cultivator? And even advanced to the second star of the Opening Heaven Realm? Young Master Luo, do you think I'm a fool?"

Luo Qingfeng picked up the last pinch of powder, carefully wrapped it in a cloth, then stood up and looked at her, saying, "I have no reason to lie to you; it's true. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do."

Nightingale stared into his eyes, fell silent, and after a long while, suddenly asked, "What kind of technique did he teach you?"

As soon as she said it, she realized it was inappropriate and added, "Besides cultivation techniques, there must be other things, right? Like elixirs? Otherwise, it would be impossible to cultivate so quickly!"

Luo Qingfeng thought for a moment and could only say, "There is indeed one more pill. As for what kind of pill it is, I don't know."

Nightingale's gaze sharpened: "For you to light up the Star Lamp in such a short time and even advance to the second star of the Open Heaven Realm, this pill must be priceless. You've only just met him, why would he be so generous?"

Luo Qingfeng said, "They probably value my talent."

Nightingale narrowed her eyes, then suddenly snorted coldly, "I knew it, there were still many things you didn't say that night."

Luo Qingfeng did not speak again.

Nightingale looked at him with a complicated expression for a moment, then said, "Never mind, opportunities are things you shouldn't just tell others about. No wonder, no wonder every time I see you you you keep asking about cultivation and demons, so you've already been secretly cultivating all along."

Luo Qingfeng said, "I'm sorry..."

Nightingale said calmly, "No need to apologize, you did nothing wrong. I just can't believe that someone who looks so frail has suddenly become a cultivator, and even more so, a cultivator at the second level of the Open Heaven Realm..."

At this point, she suddenly gave a self-deprecating laugh: "Every time you asked me about cultivation, I mocked you. Now that I think about it..."

She suddenly rolled her eyes at him and said, "Hmph, men are all liars! Especially scholars, they're the least trustworthy!"

Luo Qingfeng looked embarrassed and changed the subject: "Sister Nightingale, thank you for helping me just now. If I ever need your help again..."

Nightingale waved her hand, interrupting him: "Don't talk about these things now. You should think carefully about how to deal with Fatty Meng's matter. That guy is notorious in the courtyard for being vindictive. You punched him today, and he misunderstood that we had that kind of relationship. He definitely won't let it go."

Luo Qingfeng fell silent.

Nightingale thought he was scared, so she sighed and said, "I'll talk to our boss about this when I get back. If he doesn't care, I'll report it to the whole compound. But we're all pretty protective of our own people in the compound, and you're just an outsider... Anyway, just stay home for a while and don't go out unnecessarily. No matter how arrogant he is, he won't dare to break into your home and cause you trouble."

Luo Qingfeng suddenly asked, "Is he at the fourth level of the Opening Heaven Realm?"

Nightingale nodded, her tone grave: "His blade is incredibly powerful. Even cultivators at his level might not be able to defeat him. Anyway, remember, stay home as much as possible lately. If you really run into him, either run or back down. Just stay alive."

Luo Qingfeng lowered his head slightly: "Mm."

Nightingale gave him another complicated look, and seeing that it was getting late, she didn't linger any longer and said, "Alright, go back now, I need to go back to the city too, my family is waiting for me."

Luo Qingfeng bowed and took his leave.

Nightingale reached the alley entrance, then couldn't help turning back to glance at his tall, slender figure in his scholar's robe. She thought to herself, "This guy... I really didn't expect this..."

"The fourth level of the Heavenly Creation Realm?"

As Luo Qingfeng walked back, a thought flashed through his mind, and those two lines of data reappeared.

[Progress: 85]

[Creation Realm, Second Star Level, Progress: 95]

"After tonight, I should be able to advance to the third level of the Heaven Opening Realm... In another day or two, I can advance again..."

He never provokes others.

But if someone tries to provoke him, then sorry.

Just then, his anger had nowhere to go.

There was an error with the chapter, so I reposted it. I don't know why the backup also went through.

(End of this chapter)