This sudden attack made Jiang Qingfeng’s eyes widen.

Meanwhile, Lu Qian started reciting an utterly ridiculous limerick.

On Bichao Mountain at night sending off guests, Lu Lang only thinks of shivers,

With ape-like arms gently wrapping around a slender waist, savoring the rosy lips moist and charming.

After a taste, still unsatisfied, nibbling the earlobe to savor delicately,

The tender body tightly pressed, hard to part, the alluring warmth dyes the heart.

Senior sister’s face already flushed red, waving her pink fist to pound Lu Lang,

Seizing this good moment to change direction, opening the lips’ barrier, fragrant saliva arises.

Lu Qian’s breath heavy and deep, his hands hugging tightly, advancing swiftly,

Gently wrapping, slowly twisting, smearing, and teasing, flying and snatching the cherries away.

Senior sister let out a gasp, finally waking somewhat under the intense stimulation, struggling to support against Lu Qian’s shoulder, her voice tender and breath like orchids: "Junior brother... junior brother! Tomorrow you must rise early for departure, the Foundation Establishment matters are significant, do not... cannot waste Vitality..."

By the time the word "Vitality" was spoken, her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, her skin flush from top to bottom.

With warm jade in his embrace, how could Lu Qian let go, reluctant to part, yet unwilling.

Senior sister gently bit her red lips, softly saying: "I... I can’t escape anyway, once you return from achieving Foundation Establishment, I’ll just... let you have your way..."

These words had the opposite effect, instead causing Lu Qian’s actions to become more intense.

The silver vase suddenly breaks, water and paste burst forth, the iron cavalry charges out, swords and lances ring.

Jiang Qingfeng, caught between shame and anger, suddenly took a bite, sinking her teeth into Lu Qian’s shoulder, finally pulling his thoughts back.

"Senior sister, I... I got a little carried away." Lu Qian looked at Qingfeng with her untidy clothes and embarrassed expression, feeling a bit apprehensive for being so reckless, it truly was a sudden offense to the fair lady.

Yet seeing Lu Qian looking somewhat pitiable and even a bit aggrieved, Qingfeng’s heart softened.

She suddenly lifted her delicate chin, her face flush: "That’s not okay, but this... is allowed."

Soft and delicious cherry lips took the initiative to strike.

The moonlight was shy, the wind gentle, in the Sect Leader’s Courtyard, a room full of spring.

...

June 17th, the 366th year of Jia Shen, 7:00 AM.

On the Bichao Mountain training field, twenty Late-Stage Qi Cultivators and thirty Mid-Stage Qi Cultivators were already prepared, led by Tan Hong, Zheng Duan, Zhao Xianzong, Xuu Yingcai, and Chen Wei, neatly forming a formation.

Lu Qian, on the other hand, hurriedly rushed over. It turned out that in the middle of the night, the Sect Leader, intoxicated in a tender embrace, suddenly remembered he needed a Golden Core Letter from the Xuanguang Sect, and dashed off in a hurry.

The so-called Golden Core Letter carries the aura of a Golden Core Master and serves as proof of identity and intention.

A Golden Core Master’s metal attribute is eternal and flawless; a Golden Core Letter cannot be forged. Such a letter, if Lu Qian’s treasure land is within some large sects, can serve as a stepping stone, saving Lu Qian endless trouble.

Luckily, Hee Yangchen, the master of Huanjian Peak, was present. Over these two years, Lu Qian helped him with some personal tasks, gaining his recognition, and through his help, obtained the sought-after item, and hurriedly returned.

Jiang Qingfeng finally adjusted Lu Qian’s collar, her eyes full of tenderness and reluctance, this demeanor made the disciples’ eyes widen, secretly gossiping.

Wistful and lingering, difficult to part, Lu Qian could only harden his heart, promise the group, and lead the disciples onto the Void-Soaring and Distant-Guarding Divine Ship. The ship’s speed is swift, twice that of an ordinary Qi Cultivator’s escape speed; they will first travel to Meihua Square by ship, then rent Wind-Controlling Beasts from Meihua Square, heading straight to the location Lu Qian sensed.

The ship trembled slightly, soared into the sky, swiftly merging into the clouds.

The Yunshan Sect members watched Lu Qian depart, their hearts filled with prayers for the Sect Leader to have a smooth journey and return successfully established.

Jiang Qingfeng gazed longingly at the ship, unwilling to leave for a great while.

The ship traveled a hundred miles when suddenly a disciple on lookout cried out. Tan Hong stood up to observe, only to see a familiar, blazing light rapidly chasing. With a swish, it reached the ship’s top, and a gold-and-red figure gracefully landed on the deck.

It’s Fairy Nishang!

Lu Qian raised an eyebrow; during the earlier farewell, he didn’t see Fairy Nishang, assuming she disliked such scenes, hence he hadn’t paid it much heed. How did she manage to catch up?

"Elder Guh, I can’t take you along. If you’re not here and the mountain gate suffers, I won’t even have a home when I return."

Fairy Nishang snorted: "It’s just Foundation Establishment, what’s there to fear? Everyone’s making a fuss; with so many people already, it’s more than enough. I’m too lazy to care about you."

Lu Qian chuckled: "Then what request do you have for coming? Hitching a ride to Meihua Square?"

Fairy Nishang was momentarily speechless, stood there without speaking, firmly staring at Lu Qian.

Lu Qian felt a bit uneasy under her gaze, about to ask again when suddenly Fairy Nishang strode forward, swinging her fist.

Just as Lu Qian thought he was about to be hit, she turned her palm, revealing a small, blue-and-purple feather in her hand.

"This is for you." Fairy Nishang turned her head aside, "This was given by my master before my own Foundation Establishment, said to be Cyan Bird’s feather, bringing good luck. I think that’s nonsense, useless, so I’m giving it to you."

Looking at Fairy Nishang’s slender, fair hand holding the feather, Lu Qian felt a surge of emotion. In this moment of distraction, Fairy Nishang fiercely clenched the feather: "You don’t want it, right?"

"Wait, wait!" Lu Qian hurriedly grasped her hand, trying to pull the feather out, "Such a nice thing, I’ve never seen it before, just took a few more glances, who says I don’t want it? You give it to me..."

Thus, the two pulled at each other on the deck, with disciples on both sides widening their eyes.

Finally, Lu Qian, panting, pried open Fairy Nishang’s hand: "You’re so petty, even taking back things already given."

Fairy Nishang snorted, tossed the feather into Lu Qian’s arms, then lowered her gaze at their intertwined hands, softly said: "Let go!"

Lu Qian hurriedly released his grip, Fairy Nishang swiftly withdrawing her hand, turning away from him.

Standing silently for a while, Fairy Nishang then strode forward, coldly saying: "I’m leaving now. If you fail Foundation Establishment, I’ll break your legs when you return."

As soon as the words were spoken, she transformed into a fiery streak, shooting back towards Bichao Mountain.

Lu Qian chuckled softly, Fairy Nishang is gradually becoming adorable. Who knows when she might understand the principles of Harmonious Balance of Strength and Softness, Yin and Yang Interdependence, High and Low Complement Each Other, and progress through the levels?

He carefully smoothened and straightened the feather, then tucked it into the intricately embroidered sachet at his waist, with "Peace" sewn on it.

Beside him, Zheng Duan stared blankly, if he wasn’t mistaken, that sachet appeared to be the one Elder Jiang had attached to the Sect Leader this morning.

Considering this, Sect Leader, you might be... in for a spanking...