Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor-Chapter 806 - 805: Nangong Yu’s Affections (4 Updates!)

"He... really killed Wang Mo?"

Nangong Chenfeng’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably: "Just how many tricks does he have? Even I couldn’t guarantee to truly eliminate Wang Mo. At most, I could destroy his physical body, but as for his Primordial Spirit? Killing it would be uncertain. Yet Su Baliu... actually erased both his body and Divine Soul completely."

"Hehe, Fourth Uncle, see it for yourself now!"

Nangong Yu teased Nangong Chenfeng with a grin: "Didn’t you always say I was exaggerating his abilities? Now you’ve witnessed his power, haven’t you? I told you before, he’s nothing like what you all imagine."

"Indeed, he’s different..."

Nangong Chenfeng sighed softly: "But his most terrifying aspect isn’t his strength. It’s his potential and the countless techniques he’s mastered."

"Whether it’s those five sword strikes just now or the shocking speed he unleashed at the end, there’s no doubt both came from secret techniques. These techniques, I’m afraid, have already reached the Earth Nether Level, far surpassing the Holy Spirit Level."

"Anyway, he’s amazing, and he isn’t our enemy. Why overthink it?"

Nangong Yu pouted slightly, then shifted her gaze to that figure in white. Her eyes, unknowingly, seemed a bit dazed.

Though she had been speaking to Nangong Chenfeng in a boastful tone, firmly asserting Su Han’s inevitable victory over Wang Mo, deep down, Nangong Yu herself hadn’t been sure.

At this moment, she suddenly felt Su Han was different, no longer the same as before. The feeling was complex, hard to describe in mere words.

Previously, Nangong Yu had always treated Su Han as a friend, but now... there seemed to be some new sentiment mixed in.

"Hey, little girl!"

Nangong Chenfeng’s voice rang close to her ear. Nangong Yu froze for a moment before abruptly snapping back to focus.

"Huh? Fourth Uncle, what is it?" Nangong Yu’s cheeks turned slightly pink.

"I’ve called you four or five times now. What were you thinking?" Nangong Chenfeng chuckled with an air of mischief.

Nangong Yu’s face flushed even deeper, and she quickly shook her head: "Oh, I was thinking about cultivation. Fourth Uncle, why were you calling me?"

"Thinking about cultivation? I think you’re thinking about romance!" Nangong Chenfeng laughed heartily.

"Fourth Uncle, you’re so annoying!"

Nangong Yu instantly puffed up her cheeks in mock anger, but the flicker of emotion in her evading gaze didn’t escape Nangong Chenfeng’s notice.

"This Su Baliu, his original name is Su Han, right?" Nangong Chenfeng asked.

"M-hm." Nangong Yu nodded slightly.

"Well, he’s indeed worthy of you. His talent is astonishing, and his future potential is downright frightening. If he doesn’t fall prematurely, he might very well become someone like your father," Nangong Chenfeng remarked.

"Really?"

Nangong Yu’s wide eyes blinked in surprise. As she noticed Nangong Chenfeng smiling meaningfully at her, she quickly realized and stomped her small foot: "Fourth Uncle, what nonsense are you talking about? What ’worthy’ and ’not worthy’? I don’t have that kind of thought, and besides... Su Han already has a wife, and even children."

Saying this, Nangong Yu’s expression showed a hint of disappointment.

"I know, but as far as I’m aware, doesn’t he have more than one wife? Isn’t it a pair of sisters?" Nangong Chenfeng grinned.

"M-hm." Nangong Yu nodded.

With One Slash Palace’s immense resources, investigating Su Han was extraordinarily simple. Except for Su Han’s rebirth, they probably knew every little detail about him—even down to the color of his undergarments.

"See, isn’t that perfect?"

Nangong Chenfeng chuckled: "Men, especially powerful men, can have more wives. I refuse to believe—with your looks and status—if you really wanted to marry him, Su Han would be unwilling."

"Ah, Fourth Uncle, you’re unbearable! I’m not talking to you anymore!" Nangong Yu stomped her feet, her small fists pounding lightly against Nangong Chenfeng.

Her petite and charming demeanor instantly captivated the people of One Slash Palace.

"But let me make it clear: if I truly meant what I said, you must marry as the first wife. As the Young Palace Master of One Slash Palace, how could you become someone else’s concubine? Even if Su Han agrees, I, your Fourth Uncle, won’t!" Nangong Chenfeng added.

"Fourth Uncle, if you keep this up, Yu’er will be truly angry!" Nangong Yu shouted.

"Alright, alright, I won’t say anymore. Is that good enough?" Nangong Chenfeng shook his head with a smile.

With his age and experience, Nangong Chenfeng knew full well what was on Nangong Yu’s mind.

"Fourth Palace Master, if you continue speaking like this, I’m afraid it won’t just be Nangong Yu who gets angry, but also some of the sect’s Direct Disciples," an elder remarked with a chuckle.

Nangong Duanchen had four brothers, yet One Slash Palace had but one Palace Master—their eldest brother, Nangong Duanchen.

After taking the reins of One Slash Palace, Nangong Duanchen hadn’t granted his brothers any formal titles—not even the rank of Elder. The disciples below dared not address them improperly, leaving no better choice than titles such as "Second Palace Master," "Third Palace Master," and "Fourth Palace Master."

Nangong Duanchen had no objections to this, and Nangong Chenfeng and the others seemed indifferent as well. Over time, these designations became the norm.

"Direct Disciples? Those few kids?"

Nangong Chenfeng’s eyes narrowed: "Hmph, those little ones may have decent talent, but I know all too well they’ve had feelings for Yu’er. If Su Baliu hadn’t emerged, I might’ve considered choosing one of them, but now that Su Baliu has appeared? They better keep their distance."

"Fourth Princess, in this old man’s view, they aren’t inferior to Su Baliu in aptitude. The only difference lies in the techniques Su Baliu has mastered," the elder said.

"No, even if they mastered such techniques themselves, they still wouldn’t be his match."

Nangong Chenfeng shook his head: "And besides, why can Su Baliu master these techniques, but they can’t? Could it be One Slash Palace hasn’t given them opportunities to train elsewhere? Fortune is also an integral part of strength; there’s no denying this. Still, it’s a bit of a pity—they’ve been secluded in closed-door training all this time. I don’t know what Big Brother is thinking, not even letting them participate in the sect’s competitions. Witnessing battles of this caliber could’ve been a valuable experience for them."

"If Young Palace Master Nangong Yu’s sentiments were passed back to the sect, Su Baliu might face some trouble," the elder teased with a hearty laugh.

"Uncle Hai, stop spouting nonsense! I don’t have any sentiments! If you keep talking like this, I... I’ll really get angry!" Nangong Yu bit her lip, feigning irritation.

"Alright, alright, we’ll stop. We’ll stop," the elder said with a smile.

As they spoke, Su Han remained standing in the Void.

The Sword Light stretching twenty thousand feet gradually crumbled under his will. Had Su Han let it continue, it might’ve annihilated over half the square—unless Yuani Ling and the others intervened again.

He didn’t return to Phoenix Sect’s area but instead turned toward the Wang Family, his cold voice slowly echoing outward.

"Wang Mu died because he tried to seize the Phoenix Sect’s Sage’s Skull."

"Wang Mo died because he sought to destroy this sect!"

"Should the Wang Family fall someday, erased from the Thirteen Families, it will undoubtedly be because of your arrogance in targeting Phoenix Sect!"

"Today, I, as the Phoenix Sect Leader, vow upon Central Domain Square: if any faction dares provoke Phoenix Sect again, this sect... shall show no mercy!"