The Heavenly Dragon's Beginning in the Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 217 Jin Ping'er, the Nouveau Riche Ling Feng

As a true disciple of the Hehuan Sect, Jin Ping'er's beauty was unparalleled.

She not only possessed a beauty that could shame the moon and flowers, and a face that could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, but also exuded an innate charm and allure in every gesture.

This unique charm did not stem from her deliberate actions, but rather from the cultivation techniques practiced by the Hehuan Sect.

The Hehuan Sect's techniques have always been known for their strangeness and they are adept at using various methods to bewitch people.

This is why most of the disciples in the Hehuan Sect are handsome men and beautiful women.

The reason why the Hehuan Sect is classified as a demonic sect is that its cultivation methods are unique, and it is particularly skilled in the despicable art of sexual exploitation.

Such insidious and evil methods not only violate righteous ethics and morality, but also wantonly plunder and destroy the lives of others.

This has led many righteous people to deeply resent and grit their teeth against him.

However, all these troubles and complicated matters have nothing to do with Ling Feng. His visit here is by no means for the so-called purpose of eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path.

Jin Ping'er gracefully led a dozen or so beautiful female disciples of the Hehuan Sect, moving slowly and gracefully to Ling Feng's side.

The female disciples were all dressed in pink silk dresses, their figures graceful and slender, their waists as thin as willows, their faces lightly made up, and their eyes full of charm.

Jin Ping'er bowed slightly, respectfully performing a deep salute to Ling Feng, and then said in a sweet voice:

"Young Master Ling, it is an honor to have you here. I have failed to greet you properly, which is extremely impolite. Please forgive me."

Having said that, she turned her head again, smiled sweetly at Biyao standing beside Ling Feng, and bowed once more:

"Miss Biyao, it's been quite a while since we last met! May I ask what brings you to my Hehuan Sect today?"

Jin Ping'er was naturally familiar with Ling Feng.

Back then, on Mount Qingyun, Ling Feng displayed his divine power, intimidating everyone with his own strength.

His brave and fearless figure and astonishing strength were deeply imprinted in Jin Ping'er's mind, and remain vivid in her memory to this day.

As for Biyao, she was also very familiar with her.

After all, Biyao was the eldest daughter of the Ghost King Sect, with an extremely noble status, and they had crossed paths several times before.

That's why Jin Ping'er showed such a polite attitude as soon as they met.

However, this made Ling Feng somewhat embarrassed to directly state his true purpose for coming.

As the saying goes, one shouldn't hit a smiling face. Since the other party was treating him so politely, he naturally felt embarrassed to be too rude.

So he bowed slightly to Jin Ping'er and said with a smile:

"We have come uninvited today, and we apologize for any inconvenience caused!"

"Young Master Ling, you flatter us! Your presence is a great honor for our Hehuan Sect."

Unfortunately, my master is currently preoccupied with some important matters and is unable to personally greet you, young master. I hope you will understand!

After exchanging a few more polite words, Jin Ping'er smiled and gestured for Ling Feng and Bi Yao to enter the mysterious Xiaoyao Ravine together.

As they stepped into the great formation, Ling Feng instantly felt as if he were in a paradise.

Originally, Xiaoyao Ravine looked ordinary and unremarkable from the outside.

But once you actually go inside, you'll find that it's a completely different world.

The pavilions and towers were scattered among the trees in a well-organized manner, with a crystal-clear stream flowing around them, creating a beautiful and enchanting scene, like a fairyland on earth.

Actually, it's not surprising when you think about it, since Xiaoyaojian is the headquarters of the Hehuan Sect.

After hundreds of years of meticulous management and operation by the Hehuan School, its beauty is self-evident.

However, despite the picturesque and breathtaking scenery before him, Ling Feng had no time to appreciate it.

He came here for a more important purpose.

Jin Ping'er moved gracefully, leading Ling Feng and Bi Yao slowly toward the magnificent hall.

This grand hall, with its carved beams and painted rafters, is exquisitely beautiful, showcasing the prestigious status and profound cultural heritage of the Hehuan School.

As soon as Ling Feng stepped into the hall, he saw the Three Wonderful Fairies, the leader of the Hehuan Sect, sitting on the throne in front of him.

The Fairy of Three Wonders was dressed in a gorgeous rainbow-colored feathered robe. Her face was as beautiful as a peach blossom, and she was graceful and charming, exuding a captivating allure.

When she saw Ling Feng step in, she quickly stood up to greet him and bowed slightly.

Although she was the leader of the Hehuan Sect, she naturally felt awe and respect for Ling Feng, a powerful figure with unfathomable strength, and dared not be negligent in the slightest.

Seeing this, Ling Feng smiled and returned the greeting with a cupped hand. After some polite greetings, the two took their seats as host and guest.

Once everyone was seated, Fairy Sanmiao spoke first, asking softly:

"May I ask what brings Fellow Daoist Ling Feng here today?"

His words revealed a hint of curiosity.

Upon hearing this, Ling Feng didn't mince words and spoke directly:

"To be honest, the reason I came to your sect is for the purple blade in Miss Jin Ping'er's hand."

His voice was neither loud nor soft, yet it resounded like a thunderclap in the hall.

Jin Ping'er's originally charming and beautiful face suddenly stiffened, as if she had been frozen in place.

She stared wide-eyed at Ling Feng in disbelief, never expecting that he had come for her magic weapon.

The Three Wonders Fairy, standing to the side, was also filled with astonishment, secretly pondering to herself:

With Ling Feng's unfathomable strength, why would he be interested in the magic weapon in his own disciple's hands?

Although the Purple Light Blade is indeed a powerful divine weapon from the heavens, it shouldn't be enough to make someone like Ling Feng personally come out of his way, or even lower himself to come and ask for it!

Looking at their faces, which were filled with disbelief, Ling Feng couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

To be honest, it's really going too far and embarrassing to personally come to someone's door and ask them for a magical artifact.

However, since things had come to this point, he had no other choice!

You see, the magical artifact she possesses is precisely one of the fragments she desperately needs to collect. If she cannot obtain it, then the mysterious sword in her hand will never be restored.

Therefore, even though he knew this would seem rather rash and rude, Ling Feng had no choice but to bite the bullet and do it anyway.

Ling Feng took a deep breath, composed himself, and began to explain the whole story to them in detail.

After explaining the situation, Ling Feng wasn't worried that they would covet the mysterious sword in his hand.

On the contrary, he even secretly hoped that they would covet his sword.

In this way, he would have a legitimate excuse to rob.

Unfortunately, the final result greatly disappointed Ling Feng—they did not show any interest in his sword as he had hoped.

On the other hand, Jin Ping'er did not compromise easily; she had no intention of summoning the Purple Blade and handing it over to Ling Feng.

After all, this purple blade was her most treasured personal magic weapon, how could she willingly hand it over to someone else?

The atmosphere on the field instantly became tense, as if time itself had stood still. Both sides remained silent, neither willing to break the deadlock.

After this suffocating silence lasted for quite a while, it was finally Fairy Sanmiao who broke the silence first.

She furrowed her brows slightly and sighed softly, a sigh that seemed to carry endless helplessness.

Then, she slowly raised her head, her gaze gently falling on her prized disciple beside her—Jin Ping'er—and said softly:

“Ping’er, now that Young Hero Ling has personally come to visit, this Purple Light Blade must be of great importance to him.”

"As your teacher, I think it would be better if you did this favor and handed the treasure over to Young Hero Ling!"

Upon hearing this, Jin Ping'er felt a surge of intense resentment.

You should know that this Purple Light Blade was bestowed upon her by the Three Wonders Fairy since she was a child, and it was only recently that she had fully refined it after so many years of hard work.

However, at this moment, her master asked her to give up the position, how could she be willing to do so?

However, she could not disobey her master's orders, and besides, she knew that Ling Feng's strength was unfathomable and far beyond her ability to contend with.

After a fierce internal struggle and deliberation, Jin Ping'er finally gritted her teeth, secretly channeled her inner energy, and prepared to summon the purple blade.

As Jin Ping'er cast her spell, a dazzling purple light suddenly burst forth from her hand, instantly illuminating the entire room.

The purple light resembled a nimble dragon, swirling and dancing in the air, radiating a dazzling light that was impossible to look directly at.

The name "Purple Blade" comes from the dazzling purple light it emits.

A moment later, as the dazzling light gradually faded, Ling Feng was finally able to see the true form of the purple blade.

As expected, just like in the legends, this purple blade has a peculiar shape, presenting a unique form that is neither a knife nor a sword.

Just as the purple blade appeared, Ling Feng suddenly felt that the mysterious sword that had been dormant in his system space began to tremble slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a strong sense of longing flowed continuously into Ling Feng's mind through the sword.

Influenced by this inexplicable force, Ling Feng's gaze towards the purple blade involuntarily became intense.

However, Jin Ping'er did not hand the Purple Light Blade to Ling Feng as everyone expected.

On the contrary, her face was full of longing and reluctance. She reached out her slender hand and gently stroked the purple blade, her expression filled with reluctance.

Standing to the side, Fairy Sanmiao witnessed this scene and couldn't help but feel a surge of pity.

How could she not understand the inner struggle her beloved disciple was going through at that moment?

But the situation is pressing. Ling Feng's current strength is terrifying, and his style of doing things is unpredictable and hard to fathom.

Seeing that Fenxiang Valley has been tragically destroyed, if Jin Ping'er is not allowed to hand over the Purple Light Blade in exchange for the sect's safety, the Hehuan Sect may also be doomed!

Thinking of this, even though Fairy Sanmiao was filled with reluctance, she could only grit her teeth and whisper to Jin Ping'er:

“Ping’er, I know you’re reluctant, but the situation is critical right now. The life and death of our Hehuan Sect depends on this.”

That being said, when the Three Wonders Fairy turned to look at Ling Feng again, her face immediately changed to a charming smile, and she said in a sweet voice:

"Young Master Ling, look, this Purple Light Blade is the most treasured weapon of our Hehuan Sect, and its power is boundless."

With your unfathomable strength, you are sure to be able to unleash the full power of this purple blade.

However... Little apprentice Ping'er cherishes this treasure very much, and if she were to give it away so easily, she would inevitably feel a little wronged.

"I wonder if Young Master Ling could offer some valuable treasures in exchange, so that my disciple won't be too heartbroken?"

Upon hearing this, Ling Feng frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

To be honest, he did have other treasures, but all the items he could offer were of paramount importance to him, and it would be quite difficult for him to exchange them for others.

For a moment, Ling Feng was caught in a dilemma.

After a moment of contemplation, Ling Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, a barely perceptible smile appearing on his lips.

With a gentle wave of his right hand, as if by magic, a large number of rare and precious materials radiating strange light and rich spiritual energy instantly appeared in the center of the hall.

The mountains of rare and precious natural materials were dazzling and overwhelming.

These are mostly extremely rare and precious medicinal herbs and minerals and gemstones containing mysterious powers.

However, for Ling Feng, these rare and precious materials were merely the tip of the iceberg in his vast collection.

For him, these things, though valuable, were far from being the most prized treasures.

It should be noted that Ling Feng once ventured alone into the Hundred Thousand Mountains and the terrifying Death Swamp, overcoming countless hardships and dangers. With his extraordinary strength and wisdom, he successfully plundered these two places that contained endless treasures.

Therefore, his system space was already filled with countless rare and precious materials, making it practically a mobile treasure trove.

Therefore, what he saw in front of him was really nothing.

Ling Feng never expected that these rare and precious materials, which he hadn't paid much attention to, would bring such a huge shock to everyone present.

First was Fairy Sanmiao. Her originally calm and composed expression was completely replaced by astonishment. Her beautiful eyes widened, and her cherry-like mouth opened into an "O" shape, as if she had seen the most incredible sight in the world.

Jin Ping'er, standing to the side, was also filled with astonishment, her delicate body trembling involuntarily. She secretly marveled, "Just who is this person? How can he possess so many rare and precious treasures!"

Even Biyao, who had been following Ling Feng closely recently, couldn't help but gasp, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

She knew Ling Feng's strength was unfathomable, but she never expected him to be this wealthy.

Any one of these rare and precious materials, if placed in the outside world, would be enough to cause a huge uproar, and even trigger a frenzied struggle between major forces.

But now they're just like trash, carelessly thrown on the ground by Ling Feng, which is truly baffling.