CHAPTER 301: CHAPTER 203: THE TEN MILLION MILE JOURNEY TO FIND HER HUSBAND

"Shall I take a walk by myself?"

Hearing Murong Fenghua wanted to leave first, Wen Zhixing was dead set against it.

What a joke.

He had just arrived at the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land and hadn’t figured this place out yet.

If he wandered around by himself and something happened, who would he turn to?

"Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon."

Murong Fenghua, somewhat eager, spoke as she prepared to soar away.

"Fairy Murong, wait!"

However, just as she began to float, she felt a sudden weight. A large hand had directly grabbed the delicate ankle beneath her skirt.

"Hmm..."

The palm pressed against her tender skin, making Murong Fenghua feel an unusual sensation. Especially since the large hand was exceptionally warm, it sent a shiver through her delicate body. It was precisely the scorching Pure Yang Qi from Wen Zhixing that transferred from his palm into her body, rapidly coursing through and spreading, quickly causing Murong Fenghua’s entire body to heat up.

"You..."

Murong Fenghua bit her lower lip. Looking down, she saw Wen Zhixing holding her leg, standing directly beneath her.

This angle was clearly inappropriate.

If he looked up, he would see things he shouldn’t.

Of course, Murong Fenghua was not wearing an ordinary skirt. The skirt was also a Spiritual Instrument. It had an internal array method that created an illusion, preventing peeping or accidental exposure.

Not good!

Wen Zhixing inwardly thought, This is bad! He then coughed lightly before speaking, "Fairy Murong, this place is completely new to me. Why don’t you take me with you?"

Hopefully, Murong Fenghua doesn’t think I’m a pervert.

I’m a decent person.

I swear, I didn’t do it intentionally! I didn’t even look up!

Although this angle makes it really tempting to look up.

"Courting death!"

Murong Fenghua’s fair skin flushed, and a hint of killing intent flashed in her eyes.

In all her life, no one had ever dared to treat her this way!

It’s like wearing safety shorts. Even though I wouldn’t be exposed, I certainly wouldn’t want someone standing under my skirt looking at them!

However, the next moment, the killing intent in Murong Fenghua’s eyes disappeared, and her gaze softened. Then she took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the urge to kick Wen Zhixing to death.

"You... let go of me first..." Murong Fenghua huffed, her expression changing unpredictably.

I really want to kick him.

But my inner voice is telling me I can’t.

It’s as if there are two different voices inside my body.

One voice said, "Kick him! This shameless lowlife! Just beat him to death!"

The other said, "No, don’t kick him! Wen Zhixing is important to us. Have you forgotten? He’s your friend! That Life Defying Blood Body is our best friend! Don’t kick him, don’t kick him!"

Yes, there really were two little figures inside Murong Fenghua. They were her two newly condensed primordial spirits. One primordial spirit was proud and defiant, as if lawless; the other had the meek, submissive demeanor of a young wife.

"Let go of me, now!"

Seeing Wen Zhixing not reacting, Murong Fenghua barked again.

"Oh, I’m letting go right now."

At her words, Wen Zhixing immediately obeyed and released his hand. He had sensed the fleeting murderous intent from Murong Fenghua. At this moment, he felt a vague reluctance to let go, but he had to.

It had to be said, Murong Fenghua’s skin really was amazing.

It felt so smooth and tender, cool to the touch, and very comfortable. It was a stark contrast to his own heat.

As Wen Zhixing’s large hand let go, Murong Fenghua felt a sense of relief. After giving Wen Zhixing a cold look, she said, "Wen Zhixing, you are not yet a disciple of the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land and may not enter the Immortal Mountain."

"I can’t enter?"

Wen Zhixing frowned and said, "Then how can I become an outer sect disciple of the Holy Land?"

They said becoming an inner sect disciple was difficult, so I’ll aim to become an outer sect disciple first. That should be alright.

"You can go to the outer sect to take the test; if your aptitude is good enough, you can join the Holy Land."

Murong Fenghua had obviously calmed down as well.

It was clear that something had gone wrong with the Immortal Mountain a while ago.

Panicking now won’t help. The most important thing is to keep a stable mindset.

"Then why did you lead me to the inner sect in the first place?"

Wen Zhixing was somewhat surprised. His words were not very polite. It wasn’t that Wen Zhixing had gotten arrogant; rather, his intuition told him something.

Murong Fenghua wouldn’t actually do anything to me.

"The Holy Land’s entrance examination is held once every three years. I don’t know when the next one will begin for now." Murong Fenghua continued to explain, looking undisturbed on the surface. But beneath her fair skin, faint veins started to show. Her thoughts were once again clashing.

"What does this Wen Zhixing mean? How dare he be so arrogant towards me!" one of Murong Fenghua’s primordial spirits showed displeasure.

"Oh, never mind, never mind. That’s just how friends are, right?" yet the other primordial spirit began to mediate.

Murong Fenghua’s facial expressions fluctuated once more.

I feel like I’m going insane.

Really, truly going insane.

I thought that by cultivating two primordial spirits, my cultivation path would be smooth sailing.

I never imagined the two primordial spirits would actually disagree with each other...

It’s like my whole being is splitting apart.

Forget cultivation; even my daily life is affected now.

"Oh, I see. My apologies for my ignorance." Wen Zhixing awkwardly laughed, which brought Murong Fenghua gently back to her senses.

"Alright then. I’ll take you to my former residence first. You can cultivate there for now," Murong Fenghua took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and said.

"Much appreciated, Fairy Murong."