Super War God in the City

Ling Fan graciously accepted Feng Liangbi's bow and then looked toward Wen Gao, who was not far away, and said indifferently, "Do you still want to challenge me? However, your current state is not good, and I am afraid that you will not be able to withstand the blow later, causing your Dao Heart to shatter!"

Confronted with Ling Fan's kind reminder, this time, Wen Gao did not speak, and even Song Kun and Jing Jianming were silently speechless.

With his thoughts flooding back, Wen Gao's expression darkened. He turned around with a complex look and glanced at Ling Fan, "One day, I will defeat you!"

"Young Master Wen, I advise you to abandon this thought. You can't even defeat me, and I don't even qualify to challenge Young Master Ling. Do you think you have a chance?" Feng Liangbi spoke up from the side.

Upon hearing this, Wen Gao's mind trembled violently.

Even Song Kun and Jing Jianming were secretly shocked inside. Was this person really so formidable?

The Qiao Family's disciples watching on were looking at each other, realizing they might never get the chance to see Ling Fan make a move in their lives, as it seemed no one was qualified to force his hand.

Moments later, only to see Wen Gao turn around dejectedly and walk down the mountain, Song Kun and the other follower hurried to catch up, feeling bitter inside, having come with great fanfare only to return in defeat.

Wen Gao no longer had the heart to challenge Ling Fan, considering that even those casually instructed by him were so formidable, how powerful must he be himself?

If he did not know when to advance or retreat, it would be his own ignorance and he would be inviting disgrace upon himself.

A moment later, everyone dispersed.

A few Elders and Lei Yao entered the main hall and exchanged a few pleasantries. Seeing that it was getting late, they also left one after another; they certainly did not want to remain as third wheels, as the nighttime belonged solely to Ling Fan and the Family Head.

Secret chamber, Spirit Pool.

Ling Fan slightly closed his eyes, fully activating his Cultivation Technique. Suddenly, he felt his body enveloped, causing his mind to tremble involuntarily and his cultivation technique to collapse, preventing him from continuing.

Qiao Yuchan's cheeks flushed, mustering all her courage, she whispered, "Could we try a different method of cultivation..."

Having been in close contact with Ling Fan day in and day out, her initial resistance and objections had long since faded away.

Especially since Ling Fan had always been well-behaved, which significantly increased her fondness for him, along with everything Ling Fan had done for her, she inevitably fell for him over time!

Ling Fan, smelling the delicate fragrance in the air, couldn't help but take a deep breath and pondered, "I can't make promises to you, I have many women, I feel I have let down many people, I don't want to involve the innocent, it wouldn't be fair to you!"

Qiao Yuchan pursed her lips and responded faintly, "I don't care if you have other women. In Zhongnan, which favored son doesn't have three wives and four concubines? What matters is whether you have me in your heart!"

Ling Fan sighed internally, a debt of love is hard to repay, and yet another romantic entanglement had ensnared him.

Ling Fan hesitated for a moment, "That's not a question of whether or not!"

Qiao Yuchan's lips curved into a slight smile, "Then that means you do, I don't mind, what are you conflicted about!"

In fact, Official Ling also felt a bitterness in his heart; his relationship with Yun Fei was a freak coincidence, and with Xiao Chubing he had married formally. He was reckless and unruly before he was severely injured. In any case, he felt he was not a good man.

Suddenly, Qiao Yuchan raised her head, her lips clumsily pressed against his. Read exclusive chapters at empire

A moment later, Ling Fan pushed her away, took a deep breath and said, "Do you really not regret this!"

Qiao Yuchan pursed her lips and softly said, "You are the man I've chosen, and I have no regrets in this life!"

Ling Fan remained silent, making a decision in his heart, "I will teach you a cultivation technique, starting from tomorrow, abandon your current practice and gradually shift to the new one!"

Based on the inheritance he had received, he faintly felt that the world he was seeing was just a speck of dust in the vast universe.

Perhaps, a much broader world awaited him in the not-too-distant future.

"What kind of Cultivation Technique? Is it better than what I'm currently practicing?" Qiao Yuchan asked curiously, looking up.

"You should know that the ultimate goal of a martial artist is the legendary Innate," Ling Fan stated indifferently.

"Really, the cultivation technique you're going to teach me can break through to Innate?" Qiao Yuchan was immediately surprised.

Ling Fan did not answer but continued, "Then do you know that there are higher realms above Innate! My future may not lie in this land.

So, if you want to follow me, you need to keep up with my pace. I will teach you half of the 'Yue Luo Ling Scroll'; it's enough for you to step into Innate or even higher. I will teach you the other half later!"

It wasn't that he was reluctant to teach her the complete technique, but as the saying goes, a man without guilt may still be suspected of harboring treasure. This technique, if leaked, would inevitably lead to turmoil and bloodshed.

Qiao Yuchan, looking at Ling Fan, felt his mystery increasingly, like a layer of fog that was impenetrable; the closer she got, the more she felt she understood him, yet the more she discovered she did not.

"Remember, this cultivation technique must not be leaked!" Ling Fan cautioned.

"Don't worry, do you think I'm foolish?" Qiao Yuchan nodded her head.

Immediately, in the Spirit Pool, Ling Fan began to teach the suitable-for-female 'Yue Luo Ling Scroll' from the Limitless Secret Tome. Two hours later, Qiao Yuchan barely memorized the first half of this cultivation technique and became familiar with the essentials of cultivation.

Ling Fan checked the time, spoke up, "It's almost dawn. I won't say goodbye to everyone; to avoid sadness, I'll leave now!"

Qiao Yuchan did not insist. She immediately stood up and playfully said while tugging at Ling Fan's arm, "Help me get dressed!"

Ling Fan quickly nodded and agreed, which unavoidably involved some touching.

Qiao Yuchan, feeling irritated, said, "If you keep being unreasonable, you might as well not leave!"

Ling Fan gave a bitter smile and sighed, "Not this time. You must not disrupt the Yin Qi before your cultivation is fully switched!"

Qiao Yuchan gritted her teeth and glared at Ling Fan, "I'll let you off this time, I'll definitely master it quickly. When will you come next time?"

"If there's anything, you can send someone to find me in Tian Yun of Binzhou!" Ling Fan instructed.

"Hmm!" Qiao Yuchan replied like a demure girl, obediently nodding her head.

The two dressed, and by the time they came outside, the sky was turning light; aside from the patrolling disciples, most people were still deep in sleep.

"No need to see me off, keep on cultivating. I'm leaving!" Ling Fan gently kissed Qiao Yuchan's forehead, then turned and fled rapidly toward the base of the mountain.

Qiao Yuchan stood under the eaves of the main hall, watching the gradually blurred figure in the distance, a hint of tender affection emerging in her heart.

"I will catch up with your pace, you won't shake me off!" Qiao Yuchan murmured softly, indistinctly said.