Chapter 264: A Vow with a Clap

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Chapter 264: A Vow with a Clap Xuanzhou, Southern Sea Region. A large ship sailed northward, cutting through the waves. On the deck, Chu Feng held a fishing rod, quietly sea fishing. Beside him stood Chen Qianqian and Bai Qian, the two young girls watching the fishing rod in his hands with eager anticipation. “Master, are you sure a straight hook can catch fish?” Bai Qian asked with a puzzled look. “As the saying goes: ‘Jiang Taigong fishes, those who wish to take the bait will do so willingly.’ When the time is right, the fish will bite.” As soon as Chu Feng finished speaking, he felt the rod in his hand suddenly jerk violently. “You see? The fish bit the hook, didn’t it?” With that, Chu Feng gave a sharp tug on the rod, and with a splash, a silvery-white fish several zhang long landed heavily on the deck. “Silver Dragon Fish! That’s a rare Silver Dragon Fish!” “I’ve heard that not only is its flesh exceptionally delicious, it’s also a powerful tonic, with effects comparable to a hundred-year spirit herb.” A sailor nearby couldn’t help but exclaim at the sight of the large fish on the deck. Chu Feng didn’t bother asking how rare the fish was. In his view, as long as it wasn’t a Saint-grade fish, he could reel it in. Just then, a familiar voice rang out in his mind. “Host’s registered disciple Fang Mu has reached entry-level comprehension of the Tao Te Ching and Minor Fate Technique. Rewarding host with mastery of the Minor Fate Technique. Great Dao Truth +1.” The corners of Chu Feng’s lips lifted slightly. So that kid Fang Mu turned out to have even greater talent than he expected. In just three years, he had comprehended the Minor Fate Technique. Bai Qian asked, “Master, will you make fish for us tonight?” Chu Feng patted her little head. “Do you want it steamed or braised?” “I want sweet and sour. Is that okay?” Bai Qian looked at Chu Feng expectantly. At first, she had only been awed by his formidable cultivation. But ever since she ate a meal he cooked, she decided to follow her master for life—so she could eat delicious food every day. “Of course you can.” Chu Feng turned to Chen Qianqian and asked, “Qianqian, what about you?” Chen Qianqian tilted her head and said, “I want sweet and sour too. Tangy and sweet—it’s so tasty.” “Alright.” Chu Feng had originally planned to prepare the fish in multiple ways. But since both disciples wanted sweet and sour, as their master, he’d keep it simple. He wondered what kind of expression Fang Mu would have now that he knew Chu Feng’s true identity. After all, Chu Feng had left a wisp of his divine sense within the jade pendant—capable of manifesting a remnant image of himself. In the desolate mountain altar thousands of miles away— All of the disciples of Yunlan Sect had fainted, leaving only Fang Mu and Fang Linglong still conscious. While struggling against the demonic blood, Fang Linglong suddenly sensed a terrifying aura descending—an aura she had never felt in her life. Unlike the oppressive force that had emanated from the Extraterrestrial Demon earlier, this aura felt warm and divine. She instinctively looked up toward the source of the power—and saw a man like an immortal descending upon the altar. The moment the figure appeared, the demonic blood on the altar retreated like it had encountered its natural predator. “Disciple Fang Mu pays respect to Master.” Fang Mu didn’t even notice the stunned expression on Fang Linglong’s face. Upon seeing his master’s figure, he immediately dropped to his knees and kowtowed. “No need for formalities.” Chu Feng’s remnant projection said calmly, “You’ve finally comprehended the Minor Fate Technique. Remember my name—Chu Feng. I am one of the Ten Chiefs of Wendao Academy. Now that you’ve grasped the Minor Fate Technique, come to Wendao Academy and formally become my disciple. This jade pendant contains three sword energies I’ve left for you—they can preserve your life three times.” As his words fell, the figure vanished from the altar. We’re saved! That same thought flashed through both Fang Mu and Fang Linglong’s minds. But the one most shocked was the Extraterrestrial Demon itself. It had never imagined that just as it was about to fully form its demonic body, it would encounter a Half-Saint at such a critical moment. Just now, the Half-Saint's words had been perfectly clear to it. If it could fully condense its demonic body, it wouldn’t fear that Half-Saint at all. Escape—right now, all it wanted was to flee this place. But its soul had already fused completely with the altar. Before its demonic body was formed, it couldn’t leave even if it wanted to. Wait—if it created the illusion of fleeing, that wretched brat would definitely let his guard down and choose to leave. Thinking of this, the Extraterrestrial Demon immediately withdrew all the demonic blood within the altar. In an instant, the blood that had engulfed everyone vanished without a trace, and the blood-colored barrier around the altar dispersed as well. Seeing this, Fang Linglong immediately shouted, “Junior Brother Mu, the Extraterrestrial Demon is trying to escape!” Hearing this, Fang Mu couldn’t be bothered with whether his secret had been exposed. He gripped the jade pendant and, using the last of his spiritual power, shouted toward the altar, “Strike!” Clang! A sword light shot out from the jade pendant and descended upon the center of the altar. The Extraterrestrial Demon inside the altar saw the sword and its eyes instantly widened with fury. It roared, “No—!” Even at the moment of its destruction, it still couldn’t understand how that brat had discovered where it was hiding. Fang Mu, of course, had no idea the Extraterrestrial Demon was hiding inside the altar. He had simply acted on his senses—that constant, lingering unease in his heart had been coming from beneath the altar, so he took a chance and struck. And he’d guessed right! Huff... After doing all this, Fang Mu collapsed to the ground from exhaustion. Before he could catch his breath, the earth began to shake violently. Fang Linglong’s expression changed. “This is bad. The place is collapsing.” Fang Mu said, “Senior Sister, do you have any spiritual power left? I’ve used up everything.” Fang Linglong replied, “It’s alright. I still have a few teleportation talismans on me. I can get everyone out.” As she spoke, she pulled out a talisman from her storage ring. With a sweep of her hand, she gathered all the unconscious people around her, then shouted, “Move!” As the word fell, a radiant light emerged from the teleportation talisman, enveloping everyone on the scene. When the light faded, Fang Mu realized they had left the desolate mountain region. He immediately took out a medicinal pill and began restoring his spiritual power. Moments later, Fang Mu slowly opened his eyes—only to see Senior Sister Qinghe studying him with a probing gaze. Seeing Fang Mu finish regulating his breath, Fang Linglong smiled faintly. “Junior Brother Mu, I didn’t expect you to have such a fortunate encounter.” That smile—radiant and breathtaking—left Fang Mu dazed on the spot. A few breaths later, he came to his senses and scratched his head. “I didn’t mean to keep it a secret from you.” Fang Linglong said, “There’s no need to explain. This is your opportunity, and I won’t pry. I only ask that you remember: you were once part of the Fang clan. If the clan faces danger in the future, I hope you’ll lend your aid at least once.” Fang Mu hadn’t expected Senior Sister Qinghe to be so open-minded. He cupped his fists and said, “I, Fang Mu, will never forget your kindness. So long as it doesn’t go against my principles, I will agree to any request you make.” “Good. Then let’s seal it with a vow.” Fang Linglong slowly raised her hand. Without hesitation, Fang Mu raised his hand and gently clapped it against hers. The moment their palms met, a jolt like an electric shock ran through them both. Instinctively, they pulled their hands back. And this scene—was seen clearly by Yang Min, who had just woken up... Hey readers! If you're eager to dive into advanced chapters, consider joining our Patreon. By joining, you'll get access to 20 chapters ahead and enjoy 8 new chapters per week. Plus, we have 2 more exciting fics with the same chapter release rate, giving you a total of 32 chapters per week! Join now and keep the adventure going! 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Chapter 264: A Vow with a Clap

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