MOF Chapter 11

“I was wondering which immortal family was making such a grand display, it turns out to be someone from the Southern Return Heavenly Pavilion.”

Hua Jieyu said coldly, her gaze lingering on the two of them.

“I’ve always heard that the Southern Return Heavenly Pavilion’s Fufeng Daoren is filled with righteousness and slays demons and eliminates evil everywhere. How could there be such an evil being by his side?” He looked at Xie Yiling with scrutiny in his eyes, “The evil aura is more than three times heavier than mine. Isn’t Fufeng Daoren afraid of damaging his Dao practice?”

Hua Jieyu spoke in a slow and unhurried tone, with an indescribable charm in his words, but it was a man’s voice.

Xie Yiling lowered his head to look at himself, sniffed and smelled himself, then leaned close to Nangong Ci and whispered, “Shizun, is he talking about me?”

Nangong Ci said, “Nonsense, don’t pay him any attention.”

He took out a round jade pendant with a lustrous color from his body and handed it to him, “Wear this.”

Xie Yiling calmly accepted it and put it on as instructed.

Hua Jieyu seemed to have discovered something strange and looked at the two of them meaningfully with his soul-stirring fox eyes, continuing, “As a member of the Southern Return Heavenly Pavilion, Nangong Daoren should know that the Southern Return Heavenly Pavilion is the first among immortal clans. Isn’t he afraid of bringing shame to his noble sect by what he’s doing today?”

Nangong Ci ignored him. Seeing that Xie Yiling had put on the jade pendant, he said, “Stay away.”

Seeing the spiritual energy flickering in his fingertips, Xie Yiling immediately understood and retreated three steps, not forgetting to thoughtfully instruct, “Shizun, be careful!”

Without needing to say more to the fox demon, Nangong Ci, already holding Azurefall in his hand, moved with a blurred figure and slashed at Hua Jieyu.

Hua Jieyu didn’t expect this person to be so easily provoked and hurriedly retreated to defend himself. With a “clang” sound, Azurefall collided with the Yěhú Sword in his hand in mid-air, causing his palm to ache.

The two began to fight, their robes fluttering like white-clad immortals, their sword energy fierce like divine rulers. One was pure white and the other was enchanting, one was extraordinary and the other was alluring, neither gaining the upper hand. But soon, Hua Jieyu gradually found it difficult to resist the attacks and dodged, panting heavily.

Xie Yiling watched from the side, his blood boiling, and applauded. Hua Jieyu felt angry and became distracted, and Nangong Ci struck his wrist with his sword, causing the sword in his hand to fall to the side.

Xie Yiling walked over with a stick, his eyes bright, his eyebrows curved, his soft lips flying. He gave a thumbs up to Nangong Ci: “Shizun is truly heroic and divine, one against ten!”

Nangong Ci nodded slightly: “You flatter me.”

“You! You!” Hua Jieyu rubbed his reddened wrist in exasperation, glaring at them with red eyes, “You’re going too far!”

Xie Yiling kindly reminded him: “You’re not human either.”

Hua Jieyu’s fox eyes became even redder: “You’re bullying the fox too much!”

Although Hua Jieyu had the disadvantage due to his injury, Xie Yiling was still a little scared in his heart, and he slightly sidled half-hiding behind Nangong Ci, pointing at Hua Jieyu with a wooden stick: “You cultivated into a demon and wanted to harm people’s lives. Aren’t you the one who’s going too far?”

After he finished speaking, he was afraid that he was too arbitrary: “Of course, if you have any unspeakable secrets, you can tell them to gain a little sympathy.”

Hearing this, Hua Jieyu’s anger subsided a lot, and he looked at him strangely: “Who exactly are you? You don’t look like a disciple of the Southern Return Heavenly Pavilion, why are you following him?”

When Hua Jieyu said “him,” he pointed at Nangong Ci. Xie Yiling followed his finger to look at Nangong Ci. Just as he was about to answer, he was suddenly grabbed hard on the shoulder by the person beside him, and a “be careful” was heard in his ear.

At the same time, Azurefall slashed away in the air with a very heavy collision. The wooden stick in Xie Yiling’s hand fell, and he ducked to avoid the incoming object, grabbing Nangong Ci and looking up.

The object that struck Azurefall was a black rod, black and shiny, with black smoke swirling around it, and its origin was unknown.

As he was watching, he suddenly felt the leaves on the ground begin to shake, followed by a “crash,” and a blanket of fallen leaves flew over, the trees shook, the wind roared, and the sky turned dark.

This gust of demonic wind was extremely strong. If Nangong Ci hadn’t held him tightly, he would have been lifted off the ground and blown away.

“Could it be… that—” Xie Yiling was almost unable to open his eyes from the strong wind, and had to struggle to talk to Nangong Ci, “Mountain ghost—”

Nangong Ci tightened his grip on his hand, his beautiful jaw tense as he responded, “Yes.”

“Shizun, then we—” Xie Yiling opened his mouth and inhaled a mouthful of dust. He quickly lowered his head to wipe it clean with his clothes and continued, “What do we do now—”

Nangong Ci’s palm left his shoulder and pressed hard on the back of his head, the intention of protecting him was self-evident. Xie Yiling only felt his feet lighten, and before he could ask, he heard Nangong Ci’s light sentence carried into his ears by the wind.

“I’m here, don’t worry.”

Because of his words, Xie Yiling’s heart skipped a beat. After calming himself, he looked down. At this moment, they were hiding behind a towering tree, barely relying on the trunk to avoid the wind and leaves.

Finally, the demonic wind stopped.

Beside Hua Jieyu stood a black-clad man, with an exceptionally beautiful appearance and an aura that was neither immortal nor spiritual. He held a Fuxing Ruler in his hand, wore wooden clogs, and had more than three thousand sins accumulated. He was more than eight feet tall, and black mist swirled around him. The mountain ghost had taken shape after many years.

“What are you doing here?” Hua Jieyu’s face suddenly turned cold when he saw this person, and he couldn’t help sneering, “Aren’t you going to take care of your heavenly sister? Why did you think of looking for me?”

Feng Nong held the Fuxing Ruler and stood in front of him, asking in a deep voice, “Are you injured?”

Hua Jieyu glanced at him with her seductive eyes: “It’s like seeing the sun at midnight, you’re actually concerned about me.”

She swept a sharp look over and her tone became colder: “I guess your newly recognized sister left, so you thought of looking for me to relieve your boredom!”

Speaking of this, Hua Jieyu felt a sourness in her heart that she couldn’t suppress, so she simply burst out and cursed: “You’ve really grown some guts, you’ve rebelled! You’re just a stinky mountain ghost covered in filth, how dare you act high and mighty in front of me? You cried and begged me to stay in the first place, but now you dare to treat me like that!”

“I thought she was a woman and didn’t bother to argue with her, but who knew you blockhead would be so stupid that you wouldn’t even say a word to coax her! Why did you come looking for me? Do you want to peel off my skin and take it back to make warm winter clothes for your sister?”

“I didn’t…”

Unfortunately, Hua Jieyu’s eyes were red with anger at this point and she couldn’t listen to any explanation: “You cooked porridge for her, made clothes for her, worried about her catching a cold at night, and even specially brought back a broken stone to block the entrance of the cave. You treated me like I was dead, and you still have the nerve to come looking for me!”

The Yěhú Sword whizzed through the forest and Hua Jieyu reached out to grab it, slashing the mountain ghost, Feng Nong. The two of them began to fight in front of Nangong Ci and Xie Yiling. Or rather, Hua Jieyu was unilaterally fighting the mountain ghost, while Feng Nong defended and dodged with his Fuxing Ruler, but didn’t fight back.

Xie Yiling and Nangong Ci, who were hiding behind the tree: “…”

“Shizun,” Xie Yiling whispered, leaning over, “Surely this is the rumored mountain ghost brother?”

Nangong Ci nodded in agreement.

“I just feel that he and that wild fox…” Xie Yiling paused, seemingly not knowing how to express himself. After a long time, he suggested, “How about we slip away while we have the chance?”

Nangong Ci responded, “Okay.”

The two agreed immediately. While the two in front were fighting fiercely, they walked silently and quietly along the tree toward the outside.

“Who is it?!”

Suddenly, Feng Nong shouted loudly, turning his head and seeing someone else. He hurriedly took the Fuxing Ruler and struck at the two of them.

Xie Yiling was startled by this shout and frantically looked for a place to hide. Nangong Ci directly pulled him into his arms, swept his toe on the ground, and instantly the fallen leaves rolled up, attacking Feng Nong.

The black rod was swung, bringing with it wind, but the action was stopped by the fallen leaves. Feng Nong struggled to break free, and a white light suddenly shone in front of him. In an instant, something cold was pressed against his neck.

Feng Nong looked at the sword on his neck, the cloud pattern on the hilt as a seal, the name “Azurefall”, and turned his gaze to the sword-wielder: “Fufeng Daoren?”

The blade on his neck exerted force, almost piercing his flesh. Feng Nong hurriedly said, “Wait! Wait! Fufeng Daoren, Feng is just a small mountain ghost, why bother you personally?”

Feng Nong smiled and turned his gaze to Xie Yiling: “This young master has an extraordinary appearance and graceful manners. Don’t let someone like me stain your eyes.”

At this time, Hua Jieyu coldly opened his mouth: “My injuries were caused by these two. Feng Nong, will you help me get justice?”

“Ah?” Feng Nong was stunned, and was temporarily in a dilemma.

With his strength, fighting Nangong Ci was not impossible. The worst result would be that both sides were injured. However, Fufeng was a virtuous person, who slayed demons and eliminated evil. If he attacked him, he would probably become the target of public criticism and be besieged and killed by the immortal sects.

Seeing that he didn’t say anything, Hua Jieyu became anxious: “I’ll ask you one more time, are you going to help or not?!”

“Help, help! How can I not help? Which time have you been bullied that I haven’t helped you?” Feng Nong said, looking at the two people opposite him, rubbing his hands, “Fufeng Daoren, you see…”

“What are you doing being so humble?!” Hua Jieyu was both angry and annoyed, “Since he injured me, you just have to injure the person next to him!”

After he finished speaking, he only felt exhausted. He really had bad luck for eight hundred years to have met this blockhead mountain ghost!

Hearing this, Nangong Ci said in a deep voice: “If you move him even half a step, you won’t be able to keep this Mount Nongfeng.”

With someone backing him up, this prestige should not be wasted. Xie Yiling said, falsely using his power: “You won’t be able to keep your lives either!”

Nangong Ci nodded slightly, actually agreeing with this sentence.

Hua Jieyu was annoyed in his heart. First, he had repeatedly been defeated by Nangong Ci and Xie Yiling, losing all face. Second, Feng Nong had done nothing when he was frustrated. If his sister had suffered like this today, he would have already stood up as a hero!

Thinking this way in his heart, evil thoughts instantly entered his bone marrow, and he couldn’t help but shoot out green light from his eyes, his wild nature taking over, and instantly transformed into a fox shape, pouncing towards Xie Yiling.

“Yěhú!” Feng Nong was immediately terrified, and before he could speak, Nangong Ci had already stepped forward, intending to block Hua Jieyu’s path.

Seeing a fox face approaching, Xie Yiling quickly retreated. Staggering under his feet, he lost his balance for a moment and fell backward.

“Awoo–” Hua Jieyu howled towards the sky, shaking the mountains and forests.

Faced with the monster, Xie Yiling subconsciously tried to use his spiritual power, but although he had returned to a complete and undamaged body, he no longer had a trace of spiritual power. Seeing the sharp claws like hooks and iron, reaching out towards him, he simply closed his eyes, intending to endure this palm. Whether he lived or died was up to fate.

The palm wind stirred up the fine hair on his forehead, but stopped an inch away. Hua Jieyu looked down and saw that Feng Nong had bound him with his magic power.

Nangong Ci took the opportunity to pull Xie Yiling over, protecting him behind him, and struck quickly, without any hesitation, thrusting his sword at Hua Jieyu. The tip of the sword entered flesh and blood, and Hua Jieyu and Feng Nong were stunned at the same time.

Seeing this, Xie Yiling’s forehead twitched, and he had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.

Nangong Ci had no fear on his face. He withdrew Azurefall and said coldly, “I said, if you dare to move him, you won’t be able to keep this Mount Nongfeng.”

Hua Jieyu turned back into human form the moment he pulled out the sword, and leaned backward as if his tendons and bones were broken. Feng Nong quickly caught him.

“Fufeng, Dao, Ren!” Feng Nong held Hua Jieyu’s bleeding wound tightly, word by word, “If anything happens to Yěhú, even if it’s you, I, Feng, will never let it go!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Nangong Ci had already swung his sword away.

Feng Nong quickly dodged, holding Hua Jieyu tightly. The sword energy struck the ground, splitting the ground open.

Xie Yiling didn’t know what to do for a moment. He tried to use his spiritual power again, and there was only a faint golden light at his fingertips, sometimes visible and sometimes not. Fine sweat gradually appeared on his forehead, but his body was like an empty valley where no grass grew, and he still had no spiritual power.

Finally, the weak light at his fingertips dimmed. After sweating all over his body, Xie Yiling had lost most of his energy.

“Fufeng Daoren! Please show mercy!”

Over there, Feng Nong had knelt under Nangong Ci’s sword, begging: “We were the ones who offended you. Please, Fufeng Daoren, be generous and let Yěhú go. Feng is willing to let you do whatever you want!”

Seeing this, Xie Yiling quickly walked over.

“Shizun!” He scanned Feng Nong’s face with his eyes, but he still couldn’t bear it, “Feng Nong is originally the mountain god of this mountain. This mountain was born because of him, and will also die because of him. Why not spare his life and let him no longer condone this wild fox to harm people in the future?”