Chapter 612: Flying on a Sword!

Jiang Fan smiled faintly.

He bent down and picked up Liuli, then leaped, jumping off the Devouring Tiger's back, which was dozens of feet high.

The demon beasts below roared.

“He’s coming down!”

“Hit him! Hit him until he’s dead!”

“Don’t let him get away!”

The demon beasts surged forward like a tide, viciously attacking Jiang Fan.

Countless light motes, fists, and powerful kicks rained down on them.

They intertwined, their power so immense that even the Devouring Tiger grew solemn.

It was about to intervene and protect the two.

Suddenly.

A violet light flashed, sweeping beneath Jiang Fan's feet, gently supporting both of them and suspending them in mid-air.

Liuli felt the rushing wind, her heart pounding the whole way.

“Are you going to get me beaten up too?”

But then, unexpectedly, their descent abruptly halted.

She thought the Devouring Tiger had caught them.

But when she looked up, the Devouring Tiger was staring at Jiang Fan with a look as if it had seen a ghost.

The enraged demon beasts below also looked as if they had witnessed something terrifying.

Each of them abruptly stopped fighting, their faces filled with doubt and astonishment!

The scene, moments ago filled with murderous cries, was now utterly silent.

Everyone stared at Jiang Fan without blinking.

Because.

At this moment, Jiang Fan was standing on a sword, suspended in mid-air!

Among humans.

Only one type of person could hover in mid-air.

That was... a Nascent Soul Grand Cultivator!

Silence enveloped the surroundings.

Only Jiang Fan's expression remained calm as he casually said, “Let’s go!”

At his command.

With a whoosh.

The violet sword beneath his feet carried both of them, flying directly to the window of the private room on the second floor.

Ling Shu gazed at Jiang Fan, who had floated over through the air.

For a moment, she was stunned.

She even forgot to move aside.

“Miss, are we not welcome at the gathering?”

The gentle voice reached her ears.

Only then did Ling Shu awaken as if from a dream.

She quickly stepped aside.

Her mind was still reeling.

She couldn't believe what she had just seen.

Hovering in mid-air?

The ability to hover in mid-air, something only a Nascent Soul human or a Demon Emperor could achieve?

Could it be that Liuli's fiancé was actually a Nascent Soul expert?

But she quickly snapped back to reality.

If Jiang Fan were a Nascent Soul cultivator, how could he have ended up captured?

He must have cultivated some heaven-defying cultivation method that allowed him to fly on a sword.

But even so, it was incredibly astonishing.

It was the first time she had ever heard of it.

A Core Formation martial artist who could perform the mid-air hovering technique of a Nascent Soul cultivator!

Thud—

Jiang Fan landed.

He carefully helped Liuli sit down and said gently:

“Our baby wasn't scared, was it?”

Liuli's mind was also blank, and it took her a while to recover.

She was about to ask Jiang Fan what that heaven-defying technique was when she realized Ling Shu was right beside them.

She immediately straightened her posture, and said in a deliberate tone, “I'm fine.”

“Just fly slower next time, and more steadily.”

“Such a simple sword-flight technique, and you've cultivated it like this. I really don't know how you usually practice.”

Pfft—

Jiang Fan stifled a laugh.

As soon as Liuli met her arch-rival, she immediately seemed like a different person.

That tone of voice, it really captured her essence.

Ling Shu slightly pursed her lips.

Undoubtedly, she was thoroughly shown up by Liuli's display.

In her plan, Jiang Fan was supposed to arrive looking disheveled, making Liuli lose face.

The reality, however, was the exact opposite.

Jiang Fan's display of sword-flight stunned everyone present.

He brought Liuli, arriving at the gathering in the most spectacular way!

She suppressed her displeasure and forced a smile:

“Liuli, I'm truly sorry.”

“I was just commenting on how popular your fiancé is; I didn't expect it to lead to such consequences.”

Liuli scoffed inwardly.

That scheming woman!

If Jiang Fan hadn't had some tricks up his sleeve, you would have thoroughly humiliated me today.

She smiled faintly, maintaining the dignified demeanor of a Demon Emperor's daughter:

“It was just a minor incident.”

“My fiancé can handle it.”

Ling Shu secretly gnashed her teeth.

Is she never going to stop flaunting?

Fiancé, fiancé—isn't he just able to fly on a sword?

What's so great about that?

She talks as if she's the only one with a man doting on her.

She turned her head and looked at Hunyuan, who was not far away.

At this moment, Hunyuan was curiously examining Jiang Fan.

That display of sword-flight had also astonished him.

If this technique wasn't the mid-air hovering of a Nascent Soul cultivator, then it had to be a sword art so powerful it surpassed anything the demon beasts knew.

No wonder he could defeat Zixing.

This person truly had some skills.

Noticing Ling Shu's gaze, Hunyuan looked over curiously and asked:

“What's wrong?”

Ling Shu said, “Brother Hunyuan, today, besides us, there are also the Ten Stars and an elder from the demon race.”

“We mustn't neglect them.”

“Let's prepare the meal in advance.”

As she spoke, her lively eyes twinkled.

As two of the Four Prodigies, they had known each other for a long time and often carried out missions together.

They had a great understanding of each other.

Hunyuan thought for a moment and immediately understood Ling Shu's intention.

He couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Ling Shu had been outshone by Liuli and wanted to regain face.

Women!

Hunyuan could only comply.

He laughed heartily and said, “Of course!”

He took out the beast-skin pouch he carried with him.

From it, he took out identical blocks of ice.

Inside each block, crystal-clear fresh spirit meat was frozen.

He distributed them one by one into each dining plate, and introduced, “These are ten-year-old spirit meats.”

“They will be served to our guests shortly.”

“Young Master Liuli, please don't find them lacking.”

Liuli glanced at them; they were all high-quality spirit meats, and ten-year-old at that.

Only high-tier banquets served such fare.

This hospitality was indeed quite generous.

Just then.

Ling Shu sat down, appearing somewhat weak, and said, “Brother Hunyuan, I practiced my fists for too long last night.”

“My body feels a bit tired.”

“I'll rest for a while; please entertain Young Master Liuli on my behalf.”

Hunyuan inwardly gave a bitter smile.

How could he not know that Ling Shu was trying to make him praise her to show off to Young Master Liuli?

Women!

With no other choice, he could only show a look of concern.

“Sister Ling Shu, you've indeed worked too hard recently, fighting against the Northern Sea demon beasts.”

“I visited many tribes and found a hundred-year-old spirit meat for you.”

“Please eat it to restore your strength.”

He took out a block of ice.

The spirit meat sealed inside clearly had a more abundant spiritual energy.

Its quality was far superior to what was on the dining table.

Ling Shu looked flattered and exclaimed, “Oh? A hundred-year-old spirit meat?”

“Brother Hunyuan, this, this is too precious! How can I accept it?”

Hunyuan chuckled, “It's just a small token of my appreciation. If you refuse, Sister Ling Shu, I'll be very sad.”

Ling Shu's face flushed, and she looked bashful.

Pretending to refuse while subtly inviting, she said, “Brother Hunyuan, if you put it that way, how, how can I refuse?”

Then, she turned her head and looked at Liuli.

“Young Master Liuli, I can't possibly eat all this hundred-year-old spirit meat at once.”

“Why don't we share it?”

“I'd feel strange eating it all by myself.”

Liuli seethed inwardly.

That manipulative woman, just because a man gave her hundred-year-old spirit meat, does she have to show off like this?

She said expressionlessly, “No need.”

“I'm not hungry.”

Ling Shu felt satisfied and continued to prod, “Liuli, don't be so polite with me.”

“You're the Demon Emperor's daughter; surely you won't eat ten-year-old spirit meat while I eat hundred-year-old?”

“If word gets back to the tribe, the elders would scold me for not knowing proper etiquette.”

Clenching—

Liuli secretly clenched her fists.

Her heart was ablaze with fury.

But she couldn't lash out.

Hundred-year-old spirit meat was rare to come by, and she couldn't get a second piece.

Nor could she arrange for Jiang Fan in advance to put on a similar act like Hunyuan.

In this round, she was at a disadvantage!

Jiang Fan's eyelids twitched.

They say two women make a play.

But this play was a bit too much!

However, he couldn't just watch Liuli be vexed.

What if this little firecracker got fed up, flipped the table, and walked away? He would have to follow her.

If he wanted to see the Tiger Demon Emperor's jade box, he wouldn't get the chance.

So, he chuckled gently and said, “Liuli.”

“Miss Ling Shu is right.”

“Ten-year-old spirit meat indeed doesn't suit your status.”

“Moreover, you're carrying our child, so you shouldn't shortchange yourself even more.”

“As for this ten-year-old spirit meat, don't eat it later; it would be troublesome if it upset your stomach.”