"You are no match for Nangong Chen!"
Lin Wantang gazed at Su Chen. She vaguely sensed his cultivation had advanced once again.
"Senior Brother, so powerful!"
Bound to the pillar, Xiao Qianling watched Su Chen display his might and couldn't help shouting in excitent.
Lin Wantang's cold gaze swept over. Xiao Qianling's small face imdiately crumpled.
The fearless little demoness who made the entire Azure Nether Dao Domain tremble was actually subdued by Lin Wantang.
Su Chen held back a laugh. "Lin Wantang, what will it take for you to release my Little Junior Sister?"
Lin Wantang's face remained icy. "I want you to marry ."
Su Chen looked at the stunning woman before him—cold as moonlight, like a lunar goddess descended to earth—and shook his head. "I'm sorry. My heart is devoted to the dao."
Lin Wantang's tone carried unwillingness. "Nangong Chen, if your heart is truly devoted to the Dao, why did you co here at all?"
Su Chen felt helpless. In truth, he hadn't wanted to co either.
The other prodigies of the Purple Firmant Dao Palace wanted to step forward and speak up for their Sacred Maiden. But when they rembered Chu Hao being swatted away like a fly, they swallowed their words.
Lin Wantang extended her hand. A jade sword pressed against Xiao Qianling's slender neck.
"Nangong Chen, if you can leave the Purple Firmant Dao Palace unscathed today, from this mont forward, there will be no connection between us. But if you cannot leave, you must accept my arrangent."
Su Chen felt truly helpless. He finally understood why Nangong Chen had fled the wedding and hidden himself at Falling Emperor Mountain. This woman was terrifying.
Still, he had to bring Xiao Qianling back to Falling Emperor Mountain.
The air froze.
One after another, the prodigies of the Purple Firmant Dao Sect stepped forward.
Such a grand formation.
Long Qiu dragged Ji Changkong behind a massive mountain peak of the Purple Firmant Dao Sect to hide.
"Good grief… If I were Little Chen, I'd just marry that madwoman. He wouldn't even be losing out."
Long Qiu patted his chest and grumbled.
Ji Changkong nodded deeply in agreent.
"Senior Long Qiu, do you think Eldest Senior Brother can hold off all the geniuses of the Purple Firmant Dao Palace by himself?" Ji Changkong asked curiously.
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"I don't know." Long Qiu shook his head helplessly. "During this recent closed-door cultivation, I saw Little Chen's sword dao improve again. But this ti the Purple Firmant Dao Sect clearly has no intention of letting him leave. Since an ancient freak has unsealed himself and appeared in this era…"
The sky darkened. Countless beams of divine light scattered, blotting out sun and moon.
Ji Changkong rode on Long Qiu's back. Man and beast poked their heads out curiously to watch the battlefield.
Broken bodies lay scattered everywhere.
Powerful prodigies of the Purple Firmant Dao Palace lay defeated, faces filled with bitter smiles.
Among them, the strongest one had even his upright hair sliced off; his feathered robe hung in tatters.
The ancient freak Long Qiu had ntioned—the one revived within the Purple Firmant Dao Palace—now stared at the palm print on his chest, doubting his entire existence.
Long Qiu's expression lit up with joy. "Little Chen actually has this kind of strength. Looks like he's stepped into the Dao Entry realm. As expected, this dragon teaches well."
Ji Changkong: "..."
Su Chen arrived beside Lin Wantang, who knelt on one knee, unable to rise.
"I, Nangong Chen, am devoted solely to the Dao."
He stepped past her, raised his hand, and a single sword cleaved through the chains, freeing Xiao Qianling.
Xiao Qianling's face blood with joy. "Thank you, Eldest Senior Brother!"
Without the slightest reluctance, Su Chen took Xiao Qianling and departed gracefully.
Behind him ca Lin Wantang's voice.
"Nangong Chen, from this day forward, there will be no connection between us!"
...
Su Chen let out a soft sigh in his heart.
Nangong Chen truly had no room in his heart for romantic attachnts—only the relentless pursuit of the Dao.
In that case, severing all ties was perhaps for the best.
Seeing this, Ji Changkong and Long Qiu hurriedly left their hiding spot behind the mountain peak and caught up with Su Chen. The three of them departed the Purple Firmant Dao Sect without looking back.
Inside the grand hall of the Purple Firmant Dao Sect, an elder watched the direction in which Su Chen and the others had left, puzzled. "Sacred Lord, are we really letting Nangong Chen leave so easily?"
The Purple Firmant Sacred Lord sighed. "This was rely childish squabbling among the younger generation. Since the Nangong boy has no intention toward Wantang, cutting the thread of affection early is better for both him and Wantang."
The elder looked skeptical, muttering inwardly: Sacred Lord, at least put down the Purple Firmant Sword in your hand first.
Several tis he had suspected the Sacred Lord would lose control and simply cleave Nangong Chen in two with a single strike. After all, everyone in the Purple Firmant Dao Sect knew just how much the Sacred Lord doted on his daughter.
In truth, it was exactly as the elder suspected. If not for that old dragon's presence, the Purple Firmant Sacred Lord would never have allowed Su Chen to walk out so easily today.
...
Back at Falling Emperor Mountain, the old man in hemp robes was genuinely surprised. His eldest disciple had actually returned completely unscathed.
"Severing romantic ties, devoting oneself wholly to the dao, and cutting off all entanglent… it doesn't seem like a bad choice."
The old man smacked his lips thoughtfully.
On Falling Emperor Mountain, Su Chen looked at Xiao Qianling with visible helplessness.
"Little Junior Sister, from today onward, you are not allowed to leave the mountain until you reach the Nirvana realm."
His tone left no room for argunt.
Xiao Qianling stuck out her delicate pink tongue. Knowing Su Chen was serious, she could only reluctantly accept her fate.
Ji Changkong, upon hearing this, couldn't help but snicker. Seeing Little Junior Sister confined brought him secret delight.
"And you, Fourth Junior Brother—you're the sa as Little Junior Sister. No leaving the mountain until you break through to the Nirvana realm."
Su Chen intended to strangle any future trouble in the cradle.
Ji Changkong froze.
Xiao Qianling laughed gleefully at his misfortune.
Four hundred thousand years had now passed since Fang Bubai's ascension. The path of cultivation would only grow more difficult from here. Not everyone would have the fortune to obtain enough Divine Sources to survive until the next great era. He—Su Chen—in this life would devote himself entirely to the Dao!
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