Fang Ling had always been a straightforward person. After several attempts to test the waters, he had long sensed Dou Qin’s affection for him.
So today, he directly consummated their relationship, solidifying their bond.
After a long while, Fang Ling left, and she took a delightful nap before heading out to her exclusive alchemy room.
She went to refine demon crystals, while Fang Ling had his own important matters to attend to.
There were still many Demon Clan strongholds on the front lines, which he saw as ripe opportunities.
He headed to the teleportation plaza, intending to use the teleportation array to return to the front lines.
But suddenly, the space in front of him trembled.
It was like a large stone being thrown into water, causing ripples to spread.
From the undulating space, a butterfly slowly flew out.
The colors on this butterfly were extremely vibrant; it was the Seven-Colored Heavenly Butterfly!
Fang Ling had left it on Frozen Mountain years ago, under the care of Fat Master.
He hadn’t expected that in just over a decade, it had emerged from its cocoon!
The poison contained in a Seven-Colored Heavenly Butterfly in its first adult form was enough to kill a strong Alkaid Realm cultivator.
When it reached its second life and emerged from its cocoon again, it could even poison an immortal realm powerhouse.
The Seven-Colored Heavenly Butterfly could undergo seven life cycles, and after seven reincarnations, it would become the most terrifying venomous creature in the world.
The butterfly slowly flew onto his shoulder. It now possessed considerable intelligence and could even communicate with Fang Ling.
“Master, long time no see!” The butterfly’s voice was as innocent as that of a young girl.
Fang Ling glanced at it and said calmly, “From now on, I’ll call you Little Butterfly.”
“How are my master and the others on the mountain?” he asked.
“They should be fine, I guess?” The butterfly was somewhat uncertain, as it didn’t really know what constituted being fine or not.
“Their lives are very monotonous, repeating the same routine every day.”
Fang Ling looked at the butterfly again. “I have a task for you.”
“Fly to that woman’s side and protect her.”
Although Dou Qin had inherited the Holy Bodhi, she was ultimately a healer with little combat ability.
Now that she was his woman, he naturally had to ensure her safety.
He had originally planned to make a few scrolls for her protection.
But the arrival of the Seven-Colored Heavenly Butterfly was timely, and he could assign it to her.
He now had a good chance of defeating strong Alkaid Realm opponents and didn’t need the butterfly’s help.
Keeping it by his side would be of little use.
“Understood!” The butterfly immediately flew towards Dou Qin’s alchemy room.
Upon entering the alchemy room, it landed on Dou Qin’s hand.
Dou Qin was about to start her work when she saw the strange butterfly and was momentarily stunned.
She turned to look at the door and the formation of the alchemy room but found no breaches.
“Strange, where did you come from?” she muttered.
“The master sent me to protect you,” the butterfly immediately communicated with her through divine sense.
“Who is your master?” Dou Qin asked.
“My master is Fang Ling!” the butterfly replied.
Dou Qin blinked and smiled slightly. “That guy…”
She had always thought Fang Ling was a blockhead who didn’t know how to please women, but she hadn’t expected this move.
At this moment, she felt a sweet joy in her heart.
“Wait… could it be the Seven-Colored Heavenly Butterfly?” she suddenly thought.
She remembered Fang Ling mentioning the Seven-Colored Heavenly Butterfly before, and the butterfly in front of her seemed to match the description.
Although its aura was restrained, she could sense the terrifying poison it contained, and it indeed had seven colors.
…
As Fang Ling approached the teleportation plaza, someone suddenly walked towards him.
This person had white hair and a withered aura, looking like he didn’t have long to live.
He was Gu Hong Yan, who had once slain a demon general in Sand City, a former Sword Dao genius of the Dao Alliance.
“Greetings, Daoist Fang Ling!” Gu Hong Yan cupped his hands in greeting, though his hands couldn’t stop trembling.
Fang Ling said, “No need for formalities, Daoist Hong Yan. What brings you here?”
Gu Hong Yan asked, “I see you’re heading to the teleportation plaza, going to the front lines?”
“If there’s an urgent battle, this matter can wait.”
Fang Ling replied calmly, “There’s no urgent battle, just planning to eliminate a few Demon Clan strongholds.”
“If you have something to say, go ahead.”
Gu Hong Yan smiled and said, “I was fortunate to witness your unparalleled Sword Dao in Sand City. It was truly an eye-opener.”
“Though I’ve practiced the sword for three thousand years, I know I’m far inferior.”
“The Dao Alliance is honored to have a Sword Dao expert like you join.”
“Today, I’ve come to offer you an opportunity.”
“In the Han Land, there’s an ancient site that I suspect is the ruins of an ancient Sword Sect.”
“I am willing to guide you there, to help you advance further on your Sword Dao journey!”
“I heard from Elder Wu that the final strike you used to kill Suzuki Chuan was obtained from this ancient site?” Fang Ling asked.
Gu Hong Yan nodded. “Indeed, the Canglang Sword Technique was found there.”
“If you’re interested, I can share this sword technique with you.”
“There’s no need. The sword techniques my master taught me are profound and I haven’t fully mastered them yet. Learning another would be too much.” Fang Ling gently shook his head.
Gu Hong Yan said, “True, your sword techniques are incredibly profound, and you don’t need to learn a weaker one.”
“But within that ancient site, there are likely more advanced sword techniques. The Canglang Sword Technique was found on the outskirts.”
“If you’re interested, why not come with me now?”
“Thank you!” Fang Ling bowed.
Thus, Fang Ling followed Gu Hong Yan and flew away from the Dao Alliance.
Although Gu Hong Yan’s Sword Flight was slow, Fang Ling did not urge him or suggest carrying him.
He knew that those who practiced the Sword Dao often had their pride.
Though Gu Hong Yan’s life was nearing its end and his body was weak…
Gu Hong Yan had thought Fang Ling was a cold-blooded executioner, but seeing him show such respect, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of warmth.
The two traveled in silence, slowly making their way.
Three days later, Gu Hong Yan stopped in front of a cliff.
The cliff was wide, covered with thick vines, and seemed unremarkable.
But upon closer inspection, Fang Ling sensed a restriction covering the cliff face.
“This is the ancient site,” Gu Hong Yan said.
“Above the ruins hovers a terrifying sword, emitting powerful sword energy.”
“With my strength at the time, I couldn’t withstand it for long. If I didn’t leave quickly, I would have been shredded.”
“But with your strength, you should be able to stay longer and go further.”
“I’ll wait here for you, as I would only be a burden inside.”
Fang Ling looked at Gu Hong Yan, thanked him, and then walked into the stone wall.
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