Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao-Chapter 597 - 033 The Foolish Woman’s Words

The stagnation in the Void suddenly disappeared, vanished quickly, and inexplicably.

It was as if a beautiful woman in a purple dress and chiffon skirt had abruptly appeared, just as mysteriously, because no one knew how she had suddenly come to be there.

"It’s not nice to treat an old man and a little girl like this,"

the woman said with a light chuckle.

With a graceful and slender, fair hand, she lightly flicked towards the Void, and two ripple-like waves of energy immediately swept away two powerful divine lights, saving Feng Lingqing’s life.

However, she didn’t look at Feng Lingqing because, in her eyes, the nearly rotten body of Feng Lingqing and the very young girl posed no threat.

"I have to intervene, even if it’s not nice. You know me—I will always eliminate all hidden threats."

The man in the green brocade robe said indifferently.

He was already standing above the Immortal Spirit Grass of the Moon-worshipping ritual. He could even pick the Holy Medicine with just a lift of his hand, but he didn’t make a move because the woman in front of him seemed to pose a great threat, despite her smile.

"This woman and this child can hardly be considered threats,"

the woman in purple said.

"She’s a woman, and she’s with a child. Women and children have always had the potential to become threats,"

the man in green replied.

"Perhaps you’re right, but as long as I’m here, I won’t allow you to eliminate these threats,"

the woman in purple said.

"Indeed, because by comparison, you are the greatest threat,"

the man in green said.

"You’re still so amusing,"

the woman in purple laughed lightly.

"Boring men, when faced with the Moon Immortal, would surely have died by now,"

the man in green said.

The woman in purple laughed.

She generally didn’t laugh in front of men because it might give them a feeling of being treated with contempt, but in the presence of a man she did not particularly dislike, she wouldn’t hide her stunning smile or be stingy with her pleasant laughter.

Feng Lingqing was left aside; no one targeted her anymore, but she also didn’t have the chance to take the Immortal Spirit Grass of the Moon-worshiping ritual because the two people who had appeared, even at her peak, were not enemies she could face with a mere glance.

The only thing Feng Lingqing felt helpless about was that she hadn’t expected that in such a concealed and dangerous place, these people could arrive so quickly.

Not just any Array Dao cultivation could enter a fierce place where the Earth Killing Mechanism and the Heavenly Killing Mechanism were activated.

Feng Lingqing sighed softly, holding the child and slowly retreated.

She knew she couldn’t compete and was powerless. If she forced the issue, she would only die here immediately.

Feng Lingqing didn’t fear life and death, but she feared dying and not being able to provide a stable and beautiful future for the child, afraid she would fail her husband, Zhou Yan.

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"Have you not found a Daoist couple yet?" asked the man in green calmly.

The woman known as the ’Moon Immortal’ sighed, "Not yet."

The man in green suddenly asked again, "Then why won’t you allow me to become your Daoist couple?"

The Moon Immortal said, "Because you’re too outstanding. On this Ancestor Star, apart from the Lei Yan King, Divine Fist Li, Bai Ying, the Evil King, and the Turquoise Pool, you’re probably the most outstanding man."

The man in green frowned, "Is being outstanding a mistake?"

The Moon Immortal said, "Men below the Sword Tribulation with Combat Power Breaking Nine; men above the Sword Tribulation with True Man Level combat power or higher—none will be my choice."

The man in green asked, "Why is that?"

Moon Immortal said, "It’s precisely because such men are too outstanding that women flock to them like moths to flame. Every woman likes this kind of man, so I deliberately don’t. I dislike when other women possess my Daoist couple."

Hearing this, the man in green clothes slightly widened his eyes and said, "It’s rare enough that you don’t possess other women’s Daoist couples. How dare they even think about having yours?"

Moon Immortal chuckled and said, "Even if nobody dares, it still makes me uncomfortable. I don’t like feeling uneasy while I’m with my Daoist couple. And, you seem to have forgotten someone—in front of whom women and maids are indistinguishable."

The man in green clothes, his face slightly changing, and a deep wariness in his eyes, said, "He’s dead. Why mention him again?"

Moon Immortal replied, "You’re always like this, avoiding him as if he were a snake or scorpion, even after so long."

The man in purple clothes snorted coldly and said, "You do not have to provoke me with that person’s name every time. I, Ji Yangze, will not give up chasing you because of him."

Moon Immortal lightly laughed and said, "You still get angry so easily, always so direct."

The man in purple clothes snorted again and said, "In reality, women like direct men. Although direct actions might seem rude and cause pain and discomfort, they also make deep impressions on women. It is the incapables who try to please women everywhere, hoping to be remembered. But these men lack any distinctiveness; even when women get close to them, none wish to remember them.

If you don’t believe me, ask this old woman how she views such matters."

Moon Immortal’s eyes sparkled, turning towards Feng Lingqing and said, "Oh? Is that so? Then let’s ask this sister. Sister, what do you think about Ji Yangze Saint’s words?"

Feng Lingqing’s expression remained calm. She didn’t understand why the two, who were obviously at odds, still wasted so much breath on useless talk. She couldn’t fathom why they wasted time with idle talk instead of fighting over the Immortal Spirit Grass.

But this had nothing to do with her, for she could no longer obtain the Immortal Spirit Grass. The two before her were both Saints.

To ordinary Cultivators, the Saints were as untouchable as the Law, as lofty as the Heavenly Dao and the Divine—an insurmountable force.

However, Feng Lingqing was neither flustered nor anxious. To her, Saints were no different from ordinary people, merely common folk with deep cultivation.

"Incapable men always find excuses for why they can’t attract women. A man who truly captures a woman’s heart doesn’t need to be domineering or gentle as water; either can be deeply remembered."

Feng Lingqing spoke evenly.

Her words immediately turned the man in green clothes’ face cold.

"Giggle—"

The woman in purple clothes, Moon Immortal, laughed heartily instead.

"Humph, merely an inferior native woman. It figures only such lowly creatures would speak so tastelessly! Such a contemptible woman, even carrying a little wretch... disgusting. Had I known earlier, I would have killed you on the spot for some peace."

Ji Yangze in green clothes spoke coldly.

"Men who are hit where it hurts often lash out with vile words. I may indeed be a fool, but I once had my time of glory. Red Faces age due to the progression of time, the changing of the Law. Do you not have a mother or a grandmother? Have they never aged?"

Enraged by the man’s insult to her daughter, Feng Lingqing lashed out at him without regard to his status.

Besides being a woman, she was a mother. Any mother whose child is insulted would react hysterically.

Feng Lingqing was no different from other mothers; she feared not death, let alone scolding a Saint.

"You little wretch, you’re asking for death!"

Ji Yangze in green clothes was furious, launching an attack at Feng Lingqing once more.

Yet before he could land a fatal blow, Moon Immortal intervened again.

With a wave of her hand, streams of moonlight radiance twirled like tendrils of mist spreading in all directions, scattering Ji Yangze’s multitude of attacks.

"I think this sister speaks the truth. With your status, why stoop to argue with a woman whose body is nearly decayed? You really do resemble your past self, just as petty."

Moon Immortal sighed, her words laced with disappointment towards the man.

The man paused, his expression alternating between shade and light, but ultimately he refrained from attacking.

Just then, another wave of light surged forth—a beam of Holy Sword light suddenly traversed the space, enveloping Feng Lingqing.

Moments later, Feng Lingqing’s aged body shuddered, and her withered, scar-ridden form began to recover significantly.

Though still gravely injured, her ability to fly returned, and speaking no longer seemed to strain her.

At that time, the sacred white light gradually gathering on Feng Lingqing’s body took shape as a purple-clad woman, coldly beautiful, standing in front of her.