The nine-headed demonic lion bared its fangs and brandished its claws, looking ferocious. Meanwhile, the female cultivator called the Little Demoness looked very excited. She rode her demonic lion as if there was no one around.
There was a reason for her to be so domineering. She had a great background. Her father was the island lord of Devil Prison Island, Nangong Qing.
Her name was Nangong Miaoke. Her talent was shocking, and she was a peerless genius.
It was said that her demonic lion was tamed by her own efforts.
The demonic lion was rumored to be an evil beast from hell. To be able to tame such a powerful creature, one could see how powerful Nangong Miaoke was.
She was powerful and had a background that others envied.
Lin Miaoke was also a winner in life.
It was inevitable for her to be so domineering.
Nangong Miaoke rushed over, and the cultivators who were slow to dodge suffered.
However, no one dared to say anything. Who would dare to offend the famous Little Demoness? Wouldn't that be courting death?
Behind her was a group of disciples from influential clans. Most of them were chasing after her.
Nangong Miaoke might be called the Little Demoness, but that was because of her personality. In truth, she was very beautiful. However, the arrogant expression on her face made people feel that she was not easy to approach.
Lin Feng, like many others, was also dodging Nangong Miaoke's nine-headed demonic lion.
There was a scholarly looking cultivator beside him. He was at the Second Heavenly Layer of Nihility God Realm. He was not very powerful, but he was not weak either.
He was a bit slow in dodging, and his face became very pale. Lin Feng saw this and grabbed his collar and pulled him to the side.
"Meddlesome!"
Nangong Miaoke's expression turned cold. She raised her whip and lashed at Lin Feng and the scholarly looking cultivator.
Lin Feng didn't feel like arguing with this woman. He grabbed the scholarly looking cultivator and quickly retreated twenty meters away, dodging Nangong Miao Ke's whip.
"Eh?"
Nangong Miaoke was startled. She didn't expect Lin Feng to dodge her whip so easily. She narrowed her eyes.
A group of disciples from influential clans rushed over. A purple-robed cultivator said, "Miaoke, do you want us to help you teach this brat a lesson?"
The purple-robed cultivator was called Mu Liuqing. He was a disciple of the Mu Clan, one of the five great clans of Devil Prison Island.
"He's just an independent cultivator, and he's only at the Nihility God Realm. He's like an ant. As long as you say the word, I can capture him and make him kneel in front of you and beg for mercy." A Young Master in blue flicked his sleeves and said with an arrogant expression.
The young master in blue was called Lan Jieyu. He was a lineal descendant of the Lan Family, one of the three major families on the Redflame Island.
...................... Miaoke Miaoke.
Nangong Miaoke said indifferently, "Forget it, there's no need to lower ourselves to the same level as a rogue cultivator.
Then, the group of people rode their ferocious beasts and rushed into the distance. In the blink of an eye, they had disappeared without a trace.
"Brother, thank you for saving me. I'm Meng Zishu. How should I address you?"
Thank you so much, "said the scholarly cultivator, bowing before Lin Feng gratefully.
Bowing was the Confucian way of greeting. It was just like how ordinary cultivators would greet each other with cupped fists.
Monks, on the other hand, would put their palms together and chant "Amitabha."
The Confucian way of greeting would place his left palm on his face and his right hand on the back of his left hand. He would then bend his body at a forty-five degree angle.
This was bowing.
…
It was obvious that the cultivator called Meng Zishu was a Confucian cultivator.
The Confucian way of the Tianwu Continent had declined, and there were almost no Confucian cultivators left.
The only Confucian cultivator left was Ning Xiucai.
However, when Lin Feng returned to the Tianwu Continent, Ning Xiucai had already left.
At that time, many experts had left the Tianwu Continent for the Nine Provinces.
That was why Lin Feng didn't see Ning Xiucai.
Lin Feng had a good impression of Confucian cultivators.
He had helped Meng Zishu earlier because Lin Feng felt that Meng Zishu had an overwhelming righteous aura.
At that time, Lin Feng had thought that Meng Zishu was a Confucian cultivator. Now, it seemed that he was indeed a Confucian cultivator.
Lin Feng also cupped his fists and said, "I'm Lin Feng. I should help out more when I'm outside, so Brother Meng, please don't mind me."
Meng Zishu said, "I admire Brother Lin's magnanimity. From your accent, you seem to be a cultivator from the Tianwu Continent."
Lin Feng said in surprise, "Have you been to the Tianwu Continent?"
Meng Zishu said, "No, I haven't. Some time ago, the merfolk attacked the Nine States Alliance's fleet. Many cultivators fled to the Nethersea Divine Kingdom, and many of them were from the Tianwu Continent. My master is an old friend of a cultivator from the Tianwu Continent. That senior is still in the academy, so I've had some contact with him. That's why I can recognize Brother Lin's accent. "
"I see …" Lin Feng nodded.
Every place had its own accent.
For example, people from Cantonese spoke differently from people from the northeast.
When a northeasterner spoke …
Lin Feng knew that he was from the northeast.
Some people were very sensitive to sounds and could easily tell where someone was from just from their accent.
Lin Feng thought to himself that when he reached the Nine States Continent, he should change his accent and try his best to adapt to the Nine States Continent's accent.
That way, no one would be able to tell where he was from just from his accent.
Even if he caused a huge disaster in the Nine States Continent, people who wanted to take revenge on him would not be able to threaten Shangguan Fei'er and the others.
Lin Feng and Meng Zishu got along quite well, so he went with Meng Zishu to the Heaven Ascension Platform.
On the way, Lin Feng gained a certain understanding of Meng Zishu.
Meng Zishu was a student from Yuelu Academy, one of the four great academies in the Nine States Continent.
Of course, Meng Zishu's Yuelu Academy was not the main academy in the Nine States Continent.
It was a branch academy in the Nethersea World, located in the Nethersea Divine Kingdom.
Meng Zishu's master was the dean of Yuelu Academy in the Nethersea World.
"Speaking of which, Fairy Qing Xue and I were childhood playmates. Her master and my master were old friends, so we often went to the academy to exchange Dao techniques. Every time, Fairy Qing Xue would be brought along. So many years have passed, and Fairy Qing Xue has become an existence that I have to look up to."
Meng Zishu smiled bitterly.
Lin Feng said, "A person like Fairy Qing Xue probably only appears once every five to six hundred thousand years, or even a million years. Her talent is too heaven-defying, so there's no need to compare herself to such a heaven-defying person."
"That's right. A person like Fairy Qing Xue will definitely become an earth-shattering figure. She might even become an empress in the future."
Meng Zishu sighed.
Lin Feng and Meng Zishu arrived at the Immortal Platform.
There was already a sea of people around the Immortal Platform, and it was very lively.
A woman in a snow-white robe stood on top of the platform. She looked like a fairy who had fallen from the Nine Heavens to the mortal world.
Anyone who stood in front of her would feel ashamed of their inferiority.
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