Chapter 2190: 狂吹 True Lord Lan Fukong, Professional Sycophant

Long Yunxin shook his head and said solemnly, "You can't say that. For Fellow Daoist Wang, it might have been a small effort, but for my clan brother, it was a profound kindness, like a new lease on life. Yunfeng said that he will definitely visit you in person to express his gratitude when he has time."

Wang Changsheng nodded and asked, "Is Fairy Long not here?"

"No, she is still in seclusion cultivating within the clan."

Long Yunxin replied truthfully.

"Oh, Senior Wang, Senior Long, what a coincidence! You've both advanced to the Void Refinement stage! I truly didn't misjudge you. When I first saw the two of you, I knew you were extraordinary individuals."

A fawning male voice rang out.

Wang Changsheng and Long Yunxin looked in the direction of the voice and saw a green-robed old man, as thin as a bamboo pole, walking towards them. The old man had sunken cheeks but a rosy complexion, and he held a green whisk in his hand.

"This junior, Lan Fukong, greets the two seniors. It truly is as I predicted; both of you have advanced to the Void Refinement stage! I am very good at judging people. Given enough time, the two seniors will surely be able to reach the Integration stage."

The green-robed old man's face was full of obsequiousness as he flattered them.

Long Yunxin nodded in acknowledgment.

Lan Fukong was a notorious sycophant who would praise everyone he met. According to him, even other Soul Transformation cultivators could advance to the Integration and Mahayana stages.

It was one thing that he loved to flatter others, but he became a laughingstock when a powerful enemy arrived, as he publicly knelt and begged for mercy, ceding territory and paying reparations.

"Little Friend Lan, long time no see. How have you been recently?"

Wang Changsheng nodded courteously.

"Thanks to the blessings of the two seniors, this junior is doing very well. May I be so bold as to ask if your wife has also advanced to the Void Refinement stage?"

Lan Fukong asked cautiously.

"Not yet, my wife is still in the Soul Transformation stage."

Wang Changsheng replied truthfully, as there was nothing to hide.

"That's right! Advancing to the Void Refinement stage cannot be taken lightly; it requires extreme caution. Madam Wang is far-sighted. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, she will surely advance to the Void Refinement stage within a thousand years. This junior offers congratulations in advance."

Lan Fukong said in a fawning tone.

"Lan Fukong, last time you also said my husband had hopes of advancing to the Void Refinement stage, but he failed. What do you say to that?"

A clear and cold female voice suddenly rang out.

A white-robed young woman with skin as white as snow and a voluptuous figure walked over. Her ample bosom was prominent, trembling slightly and inviting imagination.

Upon seeing the white-robed young woman, Lan Fukong gave an awkward, ingratiating smile and said, "Everyone makes mistakes. I firmly believe that Senior Yang will advance to the Integration stage, and reaching the Mahayana stage is not impossible."

"Hmph, enough flattery. There are only two human Mahayana cultivators on the Profound Spirit Continent. It would be a blessing if I could even reach the Integration stage."

The white-robed young woman let out a light snort, her tone indifferent.

"You can't say that! Senior Yang is a true heroine! Who doesn't know that you single-handedly killed two Soul Transformation stage foreign cultivators? The name of Fairy Ice Flame has long spread throughout the Profound Spirit Continent; even three-year-old children have heard of your heroic deeds. This junior firmly believes that Senior Yang's path to greatness is assured."

Lan Fukong's face was full of fawning, and he felt no shame whatsoever.

"Your flattery is so skilled; why don't you join our Cold Flame Sect? I'll take you as my disciple and teach you well. Perhaps you'll also have a chance to advance to the Void Refinement stage."

The white-robed young woman joked.

"Senior Yang, you've misunderstood. This junior never flatters; every word I say comes from the bottom of my heart. You are like the stars in the sky; this junior is merely dust on the ground. How could I be worthy of becoming your disciple? If you could just give a few pointers, this junior would benefit immensely."