Mortal: The Number One playboy of the Chaotic Star Sea

Chapter 205 The Strictest Father

Seeing Ling Xiaofeng blaming himself, Wen Qing sighed.

"Xiaofeng, we two can still live for several hundred years. But before we pass away, we must eliminate any threats to Yuling."

This time, Liu Dao and Wan Sangu formed the Reverse Star Alliance to launch an attack, presumably because they were traitors within the Star Palace who spread the news that our cultivation had gone wrong. This misled them into thinking it was a good opportunity to overthrow the Star Palace.

We might as well use those traitors now and let them continue to spread false information to lure Liu Dao and Wan San Gu into attacking Tianxing City.

Then we'll use the Yuan Magnetic Divine Mountain to catch them off guard. Even if we can't kill them, we'll severely injure them, giving Yu Ling enough time to cultivate.

After regaining his composure, Wen Qing came up with a plan to make the charade real and lure the enemy deep into his territory.

"Madam is right. I'll go find Jin Kui now. Tell him to launch a full-scale war against the Reverse Star Alliance a month from now, and leave an opening on the Inner Twelve Star Islands so that Liu Dao and Wan San Gu can break through."

"As long as they dare to come near Tianxing City, we will have a chance to wipe them out."

Ling Xiaofeng turned around to go find Jin Kui.

"Xiaofeng, after you finish this matter, remember to have Jin Kui find out the recent intelligence on Qingyang Sect and Kuixing Island."

The message Yu Ling left in the communication talisman praised the boy named Qingfeng to the extreme.

"I'd like to see what kind of talented young man could bewitch my daughter."

Wen Qing said.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Ling Xiaofeng transformed into a streak of light and left the Twin Saints Palace.

……

Meanwhile, on a deserted island.

The young talent who had caught the attention of the Twin Saints of the Heavenly Stars was now lying in a deep pit in a sorry state.

"Feng'er, get up and spar with your father a couple more times!"

With one hand behind his back, Qing Sanyang extended his index finger with the other hand, releasing a thunderous suppression towards Qing Feng in the deep pit.

"Dad, I'm calling you Dad now, I won't hit you anymore."

Qingfeng braced himself with both hands on the ground, enduring the downward pressure of his father's finger.

"Not fighting anymore? How can that be? If you can't even withstand one of my fingers, how can I let you go out alone?"

Qing Sanyang's expression suddenly turned stern, lightning flashed across his fingers, and he struck Qing Feng heavily.

"boom!"

Qingfeng's new coat instantly turned to ashes, and his entire body was charred black.

Since his son said he wanted to consolidate his cultivation and become familiar with the combat techniques of the Nascent Soul stage through actual combat.

Then he, as the father of the Empress Dowager, must impart his experience without reservation.

At this moment, Qingfeng, who had been struck by lightning, was filled with despair.

Why did he become so arrogant that he insisted on fighting with his father?

Everyone says that hitting your father will bring divine retribution, and you'll be struck by lightning.

This statement is indeed true.

"Son, hurry up and show me your skills."

Qing Sanyang has never been able to figure out Qing Feng's strength over the years, so now is the perfect time to give it a try.

Seeing that his father wouldn't stop, Qingfeng had no choice but to use the "Heavenly Demon Art" to enhance his physical body.

"rise!"

His muscles bulged, and he stood up, his body bearing the weight of a finger.

"Not bad, a pure body-refining physique, not much worse than that of the Barbarian Beard."

Qing Sanyang nodded in satisfaction.

It is extremely rare to have such physical strength at the very beginning of the Nascent Soul stage.

"Dad, I'm launching an attack!"

Qingfeng prepared to go all out and test just how big the difference was between the early and late stages of the Nascent Soul realm.

"town!"

Qingfeng uttered a single word, summoning a small pagoda.

The small tower spun around and instantly transformed into a ten-zhang-tall giant tower, enveloping Qingfeng and resisting the suppression from his father.

Seeing that his son had used his magic weapon, Qing Sanyang didn't hold back either, and the lightning flashing on his fingers became much thicker.

The tower shone brightly, blocking all the lightning.

"This defensive magic item is quite good."

Qing Sanyang nodded in surprise.

Having bought himself a brief moment, Qingfeng summoned the Xuan Bone Puppet again.

In addition, there are four Heavenly Capital Corpses.

When Xuan Gu was summoned and saw the situation before him, he was completely dumbfounded.

What's going on?

"Xuan Gu, use all your magic weapons and take the Heavenly Corpse to entangle my father."

Qingfeng gave the instructions.

"Huh? Me?"

Xuan Gu looked at the Azure Three Suns in the sky above.

Am I part of your father-son sparring session?

"Go quickly."

As Qingfeng spoke, his hands were busy.

He once again unleashed the true Six Extremes True Demon Art, summoning six holy demon clones, and his own body also transformed into a demonic form two zhang tall.

Hearing Qingfeng's urging, Xuan Gu had no choice but to merge into the puppet's body, carrying the Black Soul Banner, wielding the Skull Demon Blade and the Nine Soul Brick, and leading four Heavenly Capital Corpses, rushing towards Qing Sanyang.

"Dad, according to the agreement, you can only use one finger."

Qingfeng reminded him.

"Heh heh, brat, you've been waiting for me here, haven't you?"

Qing Sanyang smiled, and a protective aura rose around his body. Outside the aura, purple lightning crackled and spread for hundreds of meters.

Xuan Gu, who had rushed forward, immediately stopped. Lightning was the natural enemy of ghost cultivators.

Even without using the Evil-Repelling Divine Thunder, a puppet ghost cultivator who is close to the Primordial Era level cannot break through the defenses of a Primordial Era cultivator.

So, Xuan Gu pretended to wave the Black Soul Banner and threw Nine Soul Bricks as a feint attack.

Qingfeng knew perfectly well that these methods were useless; he was simply playing his cards one by one.

He raised his hand to command the six demons to besiege his father, and then summoned twenty-four flying swords, using the Golden Thunder Fire Sword as the main sword, and used the solo sword formation technique of the "Joyful Dragon and Phoenix Sword Manual".

He raised his hand to command the six demons to besiege his father, and then summoned twenty-four flying swords, using the Golden Thunder Fire Sword as the main sword, and used the solo sword formation technique of the "Joyful Dragon and Phoenix Sword Manual".

The flying sword split into light and shadow, carrying cyan flames and unparalleled sharpness under the main sword's [Fire Amplification].

Surrounded by sword light, Qing Sanyang remained calm.

All the incoming sword lights were blocked by the lightning surrounding him, and even his protective aura didn't touch them.

Seeing the sword formation scraping the skin, Qingfeng sighed inwardly.

Twenty-four flying swords are still not enough, and the cultivation of the main sword is far from sufficient.

Although the sword array attack did not cause any real damage, it did weaken the old man's defense against lightning.

Seeing this, Qingfeng flashed forward, his pagoda surrounded by lightning, and punched his father.

"Dad, you promised you weren't allowed to hide!"

Hearing his son's blatant cheating, Qing Sanyang pointed his finger, and a bolt of black lightning surged forth.

Black lightning also flickered on Qingfeng's enormous fist.

"boom!"

The violent lightning collided, and the surge of spiritual energy sent Qingfeng's tall body flying.

Qingfeng's body returned to normal, and he fell headfirst into the soil on the deserted island.

We can't fight them, we absolutely can't fight them.

His father's Xuan Lei was many times more profound than his.

"Not playing anymore?"

Qing Sanyang withdrew the lightning around him and waved his hand to slap Xuan Gu aside.

It's like swatting away an annoying fly.

"I'm not playing anymore."

Qingfeng pulled his head out of the ground.

He still had two trump cards left to use: Demon Flame and Golden Flower Talisman.

However, the Azure Ice Flame has not been fully refined yet, and even the slightest trace of it cannot be used on his father.

The Golden Flower Talisman was just as ineffective at breaking through the old man's protective aura; its only function was short-range teleportation for escape.

"Haha, let's rest for today and continue tomorrow."

Qing Sanyang said with a smile.

"Tomorrow? Father... Can I take back what I said before? Actually, seclusion and cultivation are more suitable for me. It's better not to fight in actual combat."

Qingfeng's lips twitched, as if he wanted to back out.

"Feng'er, there is no turning back in the world of cultivation. Since you have chosen this path, you must persevere and continue on it."

Starting tomorrow, not only will you be fighting, but Qing Yi, who's been watching the spectacle for so long, and that Manhuzi who's hiding and too afraid to face me—none of you will escape."

Qing Sanyang glanced at old man Qing Yi, who was hiding nearby watching the commotion.