After My Favorability Level Is Up to the Top

Chapter 276 - Let Yuxu Daoist Sect Have a New Master

Guo Fan said helplessly, “So, Song Zhen, don't casually push it to me. I can't be more responsible for the innocence of my life when I'm ignorant. Otherwise, it would really become more and more chaotic. Whether it is status or power, I will earn it myself. It's not that I'm not greedy for these shortcuts. It's just that… I have enough.”

Song Na's face turned even redder. She had forcefully pushed Song Zhen to Guo Fan at that time. It was inevitable that she was worried that Guo Fan's current strength was not enough to advance, but since Guo Fan had spoken, she naturally obediently snuggled into Guo Fan's embrace. Her eyes were bright as she looked at him and said, “Alright.”

The atmosphere was just right. Another fierce battle had settled down. When one's mind was at its most relaxed, naturally, the two of them looked at each other and kissed as though no one else was present.

The kiss on the white crane earlier was too rushed. Although it was a result of love, there was no room to carefully savor it. At this moment, it was hard to give up. The emotion of stirring the clouds and stirring the rain was enough to make the onlookers blush.

Qingfu, who was at the side, watched with curiosity. Her delicate little face was indeed red.

She had always lived in the Martial Emperor Tomb that was isolated from the world. Compared to Yijun, she was more ignorant of the world and only knew how to use the Three Axes. Although she knew that this was also a kiss, she did not know why it looked very different from her own kiss.

Guo Fan had always kept a close eye on her. He had already kissed her face and lips. How could there be this kind of lingering feeling?

The little doll frowned in distress. She tilted her head and bit her finger. Her head was full of question marks. She did not know what was the mystery behind this. She thought that she must study hard and let Xiaobo teach her.

She nodded. But now, they seemed to be thirsty. They should need some water to drink.

The hardworking little doll put down the broom and ran to get a teapot to pour water.

Yijun, who was silently standing in the corner, looked at Guo Fan with an expressionless face. This was not the first time she had watched Guo Fan and the girl get intimate. She had almost followed them all the way from Frost River Manor to Night's Fall Sword City. However, since the two of them had fallen into the river together, they had been living in the same room in Martial Monarch Cave. The feeling in her heart was completely different.

The young girl put her hand on her chest and tightly gripped her lapels. She was a little absent-minded and a little disappointed.

On the other side, no one paid attention to Huang Quan. Looking at Guo Fan's affectionate appearance, there was an inexplicable anger. There was also a trace of bitterness in her anger. She turned her head to look at Yijun's dazed expression and was slightly startled.

The others might not know what kind of face Li Xieren had under that mysterious black veil, but as the master of the Snowflake Mansion, Huang Quan had no idea what kind of face she had. He was very familiar with this kind of information. He had been distracted by Guo Fan just now. Only now did he realize that this girl in front of him was very similar to Li Xieren…

Even among the people of the Devil Cult, very few had actually seen a Saint Messenger before. Thus, this information had always been confusing and confusing, and it was rumored that the Saint Messenger of the Devil Cult had followed the Saint Girl since childhood. In addition to this extremely similar appearance, apart from the blood relatives, there seemed to be no other explanation.

Yomi had a vague guess, but the more she thought about it, the more she found it unbelievable… She originally thought that no matter how dissolute Guo Fan was, the number of women she knew was more than enough. However, she didn't expect that the more she came into contact with him, the more she realized that it was like a snowball. More and more…

She secretly cursed beasts, but after she finished scolding, she furrowed her brows and pursed her lips. Was this Zhousheng's mood? It was so strong that it affected her… The word ‘love', was it really that harmful?

“Bang!”

The sound of the teapot shattering was exceptionally clear in the room. It woke up the “forgetful couple” and also woke Yijun and YellowSprings, who were immersed in their own emotions.

Guo Fan looked at Song Na, who hurriedly tidied her clothes and pretended to be calm. He knew that it was impossible to take down this cold nun tonight. Maybe he could only wait until the night of the wedding, or a similar environment.

At least… It was absolutely impossible for someone to be in this kind of environment.

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This had nothing to do with favorability. Song Na had never come into contact with this aspect before. Naturally, she was afraid because of her own innate condition. She had always kept a fearful attitude towards this aspect. She had never even read the orthodox cultivation books of the Mystic Gate.

This kind of thing could only be taught slowly. The process of teaching was also a type of enjoyment.

At least Guo Fan felt that it was worth reminiscing about, so he held Song Na's hand and pinched her palm, using his eyes to make her feel at ease and not panic because of it.

Song Na lowered her head and acknowledged in a pleasing manner. It was very different from the image of Huang Quan being especially “cruel.”

Guo Fan turned his head to look at Qingfu, and the little one hurriedly packed up the broken pieces of the teapot. Seeing him look over, he looked like a frightened rabbit that wanted to find a hole to burrow into. But looking left and right, there was no place to hide. It could only lower its head and softly say, “I'm sorry… I, I just wanted to pour you a cup of tea and bring it over. Then, I didn't know why I tripped.”

At any rate, it was a Third Order Nascent Soul Puppet Master creation… and it actually fell flat on the ground?

It was truly adorable.

Guo Fan did not know whether to laugh or cry. He picked Qingfu up and placed her on the stool. He rubbed his head and said, “Just practice more. Qingfu is so smart, she will be able to learn it very soon.”

The little guy tilted his head and rubbed his palm. He nodded obediently.

But Guo Fan obviously did not know how big of a mistake he had made at that moment.

He went inside to visit Xinyue and Song Jie respectively. Both of them had woken up, but they were still in a weak state.

Xinyue's small face was pale as she hid under the blanket. A pair of big black eyes looked at him timidly, reminding Guo Fan of the time when he first saw her.

Although he had now understood the nature of Tan Xinyue's evil nature, her appearance still made Guo Fan feel pity and love. He reached out and touched the girl's cheek, and the power of the Mountains and Seas in his body resonated with her. There was even a soul connection, which was even more closely linked to her than her bloodline.

Guo Fan could sense that once he fully recovered from his injuries, he might be able to acquire a divine ability that belonged solely to the Mountain Sea Spirit, the Mountain and Sea Realm.

Compared to the silence and tacit understanding between them, Song Jie realized that when he was still alive, his jaw had dropped, and he couldn't believe what he had just seen. He had a new understanding of Guo Fan… The second Sword Singing Ranking was definitely not like what the rumors had said. It was not an identity that relied on the Night's Fall Sword City Lord to raise a child. Just this Mountain Sea Spirit alone was enough to defeat all opponents in the arena that day.

When he learned from Guo Fan's vague words that Yellow Springs had switched sides, there was no need to say anything more about how he was grimacing in pain. He felt that he would probably have to kill him again, and would not dare to pursue the matter further. He had already started to guess the name of Guo Xiaobo. How long would it take for him to leave his name on the Divine Ying Ranking?

Guo Fan and Song Na shared a room, and there was also the Yellow Springs. However, under the latter's resentful gaze, Guo Fan just quietly meditated and regulated his breathing. Occasionally, he would stop and say a few words to Song Na, but none of the things that Yellow Spring had imagined had happened.

Later on, Huang Quan's eyes were full of resentment.

The sound of the rain outside the house did not stop. The long night had finally passed.

Xia Shui had turned into a devil, Song Na had betrayed the sect, and killed the elders who had gone to investigate. The Soaring Wisdom Sect had been ambushed by the devil religion, and a series of news had caused a huge commotion in Middle Continent.

At the same time, in the Spirit Transforming River, Song Zhen, who had transformed into a merman in the water, looked blankly at the charred black dragon in front of her. The huge dragon's body was so huge that one could not see its head, but it was stacked with many blocks. It was like a rock that had frozen after a volcanic eruption.

“Crack.”

At this moment, some cracks had appeared on the surface of the water, and some fragments had fallen off and were washed away by the water.

“Hammer?” Song Zhen whispered tentatively. Her dark blue fishtail swayed left and right in the water.

She remembered Guo Fan calling this Demonic Dragon “Hammer.”

But saying that it was a Demonic Dragon, Song Zhen knew that there were no true dragons in this world. They were just flood dragons of various shapes and forms. The only true dragon was the Dragon God they worshipped…

“Meow?”

Song Zhen's thoughts were interrupted and she widened her eyes. She suspected that she had been scared for the whole night and her mind was not clear. Otherwise, why would she hear a dignified cat meowing from the black dragon-shaped blocks?

But the dragon-shaped block started to tremble, as if it responded to her call.

“Crack, crack, crack, crack…”

The sound of the charred remains cracking made Song Zhen overjoyed and almost cried out. After the Demonic Dragon devoured the dragon shadow, for some reason, she suddenly felt pain on the way. She had no choice but to temporarily retreat to the side and watch the flames on the hammer extinguish. Then, she was wrapped up by those black stones like a cocoon.

Last night, there was a great storm and thunder. Such a commotion was actually concealed, but it was about to be bright today. If other Immortal Cultivators were to be attracted, it would not be good…

When Song Zhen thought of this, she thought of Eldest Senior Sister and Guo Fan. She wondered how they were doing now.

When she came back to her senses, her eyes were already filled with the charred fragments that fell off. The dragon shape also finally broke away from its rigid state and began to slowly move.

“Hammer! Hammer, are you awake? Let's go quickly…” Song Zhen happily went forward and wanted to reach out to touch it but was suddenly stunned.

After those blocks fell off, what was revealed below was not the originally blazing red, but a cold and cold dark green color. The golden scales on the edges flashed past her eyes.

Song Zhen raised her head and met a pair of silver vertical pupils.

It was as if she had witnessed the ancient times, the vicissitudes, the majesty, and the loneliness of seeking the Dao.

The light of dawn shone down from the surface of the water, outlining the full appearance of the dragon. The soul-stirring voice carried a smile, “Hammer? He still likes to cause trouble…”

“Lord Dragon God.”

Song Zhen muttered subconsciously.

“Meow, meow, meow? Dragon God?”

The dragon head that hung down from above had a curious expression on its face as the water flowed in all directions. The vertical pupils were clearly black. Song Zhen thought that it was because the light was too dazzling that she saw wrongly. But she was suspicious in her heart. Impossible, could it be that what she heard just now was an illusion? She clearly felt the aura of the Dragon God…

Alright, she had never seen the Dragon God in the Rotten River Tower since she was born. However, the merfolk would often pray and the aura she felt was exactly like that.

“Why aren't you saying anything? Aren't we going to the Night's Fall Sword City?”

The hammer circled around her once and was surprised to find that her scales had changed color. She immediately chased after her tail and started to meow in frustration. “The hammer is a Constructing Fracture of Scaled Dragon… What about Crimson Afterglow? Hammer is a fake meow?”

Song Zhen put away the doubt in her heart. It was impossible for the Dragon God to be such a stupid cat… Oh no, Flood Dragon.

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The Boiling Depths, Rotten River Tower.

“Hammer… it's quite intimate.”

Her fair and slender bare feet walked on the pitch black stone floor. The chains on her ankles rustled, and the ancient engravings on the ground reflected the solemn black clothes and falling white hair.

She stopped beside the pool made of Ten Sheng Stone and looked at the mirror-like surface of the water that reflected a beautiful face and the shyness and joy that could not be concealed in her silver eyes. Only then did she know that she would also reveal such an expression.

“I'm a little regretful…”

The woman spoke in a low voice with a hint of loneliness as she looked at the floating ice on the distant sea and the chilly ice mountain.

Although the tip of the ice mountain was small, it could still be seen by people. As for the part buried deep under the sea, no matter how beautiful and magnificent it was, no one cared about it.

After all, she was unwilling, so who could she blame?

Ripples suddenly appeared in the pool, and the image of an old man gradually appeared. He said in a deep voice, “Sect Master, as you expected, the Devil Clan has opened up a new passageway in the northernmost region. We have already sent people to intercept it.”

The woman was silent for a long time before she said, “Has anything major happened in Middle Continent?”

The old man's pupils suddenly shrank. How many years had it been since the Sect Master asked about the Middle Continent? Ever since the suppression of the abyss in The Boiling Depths, even the merfolk clan that protected them… What exactly had happened? It actually caused the Dao Lord to pay attention to Middle Continent once again?

However, now wasn't the time to investigate the whole story. There was no room for hesitation in front of the Path Master. He immediately suppressed the shock and fear in his heart and said in a low voice, “Just last night…”

Since the sect master had spoken at this time, he must have asked about the time. After thinking about it, it just so happened that something big had happened to the cultivators of the Middle Continent yesterday.

Although it was some kind of demonic transformation, there was actually no response from this side. It was obvious that this was a setup. Could it be that there was some unknown conspiracy involved in this matter between the younger generation?

That's right. Could it be related to the matter of the princess of Devil Clan sneaking into Middle Continent? They were still chasing after the evil genius who was the fake daughter of the Martial Emperor. Could this be a clue?

As expected of the master, the strongest expert in the world other than the saint of the Middle Continent. His prediction was as accurate as a god.

The old man's heart was filled with respect. He explained everything in detail. Because he was also trying to figure out what was going on in his heart, he gradually discovered the strangeness of the person whose real name was Guo Fan.

He shouldn't be unknown if he was related to so many forces.

Could it be that this person was really from the Devil Clan?

The old man was suspicious and just as he was about to ask the Path Master for guidance, he heard the Path Master ask again, “The Soaring Wisdom Sect is being attacked by the Devil Cult?”

The old man replied, “Yes.”

Could it be that the master was planning to help Yu Xu? Although it was not a decent situation now, it was still the righteous path that was fighting against the Devil Clan…

“Yu Xu is useless. After thousands of years, he has already decayed to such a state. What's the use of a sect that only knows how to fight internally?”

The old man was startled. He said respectfully, “What the sect master means is…”

“Song Na is not bad. She can be the Lord of Yu Xu.”