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Night fell in a secluded mountain hollow.
Purple Bamboo Abbess sat quietly by the fire, seemingly lost in thought.
The firelight cast a warm glow on her face, making her cheeks blush slightly, adding to her allure.
Since their reappearance half a month ago, the two had ventured deep into the wilderness.
At this moment, Fang Ling approached from afar, holding a colorful feathered chicken.
He had read in a book that the meat of this mystical bird was exceptionally delicious, a true delicacy.
He began to slaughter and marinate the chicken, skewering it with a piece of jade-green wood that wouldn’t burn easily.
Then he sat across from Purple Bamboo and started roasting the chicken.
Seeing this, Purple Bamboo furrowed her brows and immediately turned her back to him.
Fang Ling continued roasting, and soon the aroma of the fat chicken filled the air.
The mere scent made one’s mouth water.
He took a bite and his eyes lit up.
This was the most delicious food he had tasted since descending the mountain.
As he feasted, he suddenly heard a faint sound of someone swallowing.
He looked up at Purple Bamboo’s back and couldn’t help but laugh.
“This is really delicious. Would you like to try some?” Fang Ling asked.
Purple Bamboo snorted coldly, her tone angry, “You rogue, don’t push your luck!”
“I am a nun and never eat meat.”
“Besides, this thing smells awful. Only you would enjoy it, hmph!”
“But I just heard someone swallowing,” Fang Ling said.
Purple Bamboo’s face turned red with embarrassment as she retorted, “You… you heard wrong!”
“Really?” Fang Ling smiled, placing the roasted chicken aside before getting up to leave.
“I just found an interesting place. I’ll go check it out…”
After he left, Purple Bamboo turned around, staring intently at the roasted chicken.
Even someone as dignified as she couldn’t help but swallow her saliva.
Although she had always strictly adhered to her monastic rules, her body’s instincts were hard to suppress.
The colorful feathered chicken was a rare delicacy, and her appetite was infinitely aroused.
“Since I’ve already broken my vow of celibacy, breaking the meat taboo doesn’t seem like a big deal…” she muttered.
She quickly tore off a drumstick and took a small bite.
The moment it entered her mouth, her body trembled.
It wasn’t just the taste of the world’s finest delicacy, but also the thrill of breaking the rules that excited her.
At this moment, she had broken her meat taboo, but her heart was filled with unprecedented excitement. This feeling of rebellion gave her an unparalleled pleasure.
After a while, Fang Ling returned.
He looked at the bare jade-green skewer by the fire and shook his head.
“Where’s my roasted chicken? Not even a bone left?”
Purple Bamboo, who was meditating nearby, opened her eyes and calmly replied, “Perhaps a passing demon spirit took it away…”
“Makes sense.” Fang Ling nodded slightly, then suddenly pulled out a silk handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth.
Seeing this, Purple Bamboo blinked, seemingly realizing something.
She silently turned around and used her soul sense to check her appearance, seeing her mouth covered in oil.
It was her first time sneaking food, and she had no experience, ending up in such a messy state.
Fang Ling sat down and suddenly asked, “Have you ever heard of a Fang Family in the Eastern Green Region?”
Purple Bamboo, still embarrassed, quickly responded to the change in topic, “If you’re referring to the Fang Family that once dominated the Eastern Green Region, of course, I’ve heard of them.”
“At their peak, the Fang Family had six powerful immortals, their influence extending beyond a single region.”
“But eighteen years ago, even a mighty family like the Fang Family was annihilated, shocking the entire Eight Regions.”
“I remember that year, I was out exorcising demons, and the abbess sent eighteen urgent messages summoning me back to the Pure Bamboo Nunnery.”
“The temple gates were closed for ten years, only reopening when peace returned to the world.”
“If the Fang Family was such a dominant force, who had the power to wipe them out?” Fang Ling asked.
Purple Bamboo replied calmly, “So-called regional overlords are just surface-level powers.”
“In some secluded places, there are immortal sects and ancient families that have been passed down since ancient times.”
“These forces rarely show themselves because they prefer to remain hidden.”
“After all, the spiritual energy in the Eight Regions today is nothing compared to their hidden realms. To them, the outside world is filthy…”
“None of the major forces in the Eight Regions showed any intention of attacking the Fang Family.”
“So everyone knew it was likely an ancient family or an immortal sect that destroyed the Fang Family.”
“This matter can never be confirmed because no one dares to investigate.”
“It’s said that even a servant from an ancient family is considered a master in the outside world.”
“I wonder what the Fang Family did to offend them?” Fang Ling asked casually.
“A common saying goes, ‘A man without sin is guilty if he possesses a treasure.’ I heard from the abbess that the Fang Family seemed to have obtained some heaven-defying treasure,” Purple Bamboo murmured.
“Such things are common in the cultivation world, happening all the time.”
“But for it to happen to a dominant force like the Fang Family is truly surprising and lamentable.”
“Why? Do you have any connection to the Fang Family?” she asked.
Fang Ling shook his head, “Just curious.”
“I thought so. It’s said that all forces and people related to the Fang Family were also wiped out,” Purple Bamboo said. “There should be no one left connected to the Fang Family.”
Fang Ling stood up, yawned, and seemed a bit tired, then lay down by himself.
Purple Bamboo Abbess was the highest-ranking cultivator he had encountered in the outside world.
What she said was certainly more reliable than the biographies and miscellaneous books.
The path of cultivation is divided into martial and immortal paths.
The seven realms of martial arts are named after the Big Dipper stars.
From weakest to strongest, they are Dubhe, Merak, Phecda, Megrez, Alioth, Mizar, and Alkaid.
After reaching the peak of martial arts, the Alkaid Great Perfection realm, one must undergo seven tribulations to break through to the immortal realm.
Throughout history, ninety-nine percent of cultivators have been stuck in the tribulation period, unable to cross it.
But even a family with six immortal experts like the Fang Family was silently annihilated.
This made Fang Ling feel immense pressure; his current strength was still too weak.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, looking displeased at Purple Bamboo.
She had suddenly approached him without any greeting and…
Fang Ling was already in a bad mood, and her actions made him even angrier.
…
After a long time, Fang Ling exhaled lightly and put her down.
Purple Bamboo panted lightly, using her foot to hook her clothes nearby and quickly draped them over herself.
Fang Ling was about to say something, but as soon as he turned around, she disappeared again.
Not far away, Purple Bamboo sat cross-legged on a lotus platform, her face flushed.
She couldn’t help but mutter to herself, “This guy… was so vigorous tonight…”
When Fang Ling had lifted her whole body, she felt her soul almost soaring to the heavens.
“Still no progress… This hurdle is really hard to overcome.”
Thinking of how she still lost herself, even more deeply, she felt infinite regret and guilt in her heart.
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