The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1291 Shameless

In every cultivator’s cave dwelling, there are always restrictions.

Otherwise, after painstakingly refining a cave, enemies could just swoop in and take over.

The great mountains and rivers, the cave heavens and blessed lands.

The restrictions in such places are large-scale arrays, capable of destroying heaven and earth when activated.

Even in smaller cave dwellings, the restrictions are similarly intricate and ingenious. frёewebηovel.cѳm

With the town-abode stone in hand, one can control all restrictions of the cave dwelling.

Whether it’s a slaughter formation or a trapping formation, everything can be activated with merely a thought.

Yaoji Saintess was genuinely furious now, and the inescapable net gathered above and beneath Long Fei.

The two nets converged, forming a spherical shape in mid-air, radiating destructive energy as they tightened together.

"You reap what you sow!"

Even the Great Monk couldn’t help covering his face, inwardly lamenting that his physical form was doomed.

The other maids, however, pursed their lips in satisfaction, finally venting their frustration from being unable to catch Long Fei earlier.

They were all in the Divinity Transformation Realm, yet couldn’t do anything to a boy who relied only on his physical body to dash around chaotically.

At a critical moment, an ancient painting was thrown out.

Long Fei’s body vanished in an instant, and the inescapable net compressed onto the surface of the ancient painting.

A mysterious light flashed, and the killing aura of the inescapable net collided with the mysterious light of the ancient painting.

With a thunderous rumble, the entire cave dwelling shook.

Yaoji Saintess’s primordial spirit shuddered as if struck by muffled thunder, her body staggering and almost falling to the ground.

She hurriedly withdrew the inescapable net, and Long Fei reappeared, seizing the ancient painting as he leaped to a nearby Parasol Tree.

Standing atop the tree, he brushed back his hair with one hand and, feigning ignorance, teased Yaoji Saintess, "Miss, what happened? Could it be that you were stunned by my dashing looks?"

"This ancient painting is suspicious!"

The Great Monk cried out in alarm.

Yaoji Saintess obviously knew this. She had assumed it was an ordinary ancient painting, but unexpectedly, it could withstand the power of the cave’s restrictions.

Seeing Long Fei’s arrogant demeanor infuriated her to no end, but she was helpless against him.

"Could it be a True Immortal Magic Treasure?"

Yaoji Saintess couldn’t believe it, glaring at Long Fei as she sneered, "Little Demon, I never thought you’d have so many secrets hidden on you."

Long Fei stroked the Parasol Tree, mischievous ideas brewing in his mind, as he grinned at Yaoji Saintess, "Sister, you still have time to let me leave. If I stay too long and develop feelings for this place, you might not be able to send me away later."

Earlier, he had consumed a Thousand-Year Ginseng, fully replenishing the spiritual power in his Divine Sea.

Even if he used spiritual power now, he wouldn’t need to worry about his Nascent Soul shattering.

Thanks to the Colorful Glazed Tower’s suppression of spiritual power, activating magical treasures remained feasible.

"You little thief, how dare you threaten me?"

Yaoji narrowed her eyes, giving a subtle finger motion to signal her maids to sneak around and seize the opportunity to trap Long Fei.

Her primordial spirit was trembling so much from anger that she wished she could shred this insolent thief into pieces.

She, the dignified princess of the Great Yan Country, had never been mocked like this by a man.

With a wave of his hand, Long Fei brought out a red gourd, announcing, "I’ve got a treasure that specializes in devouring all kinds of strange fires under heaven. No matter how peculiar the flames are, this gourd can swallow them. Want to see it in action?"

"What exactly are you planning?"

Yaoji deliberately stalled for time, noticing that her maids had finished setting up. Smirking, she suddenly snapped, "Let’s see how arrogant you can be! Kill him!"

At her command, over a dozen maids simultaneously brandished their swords, sending streaks of white light to encircle and attack Long Fei.

Their Divinity Transformation Realm cultivation meant that even without physical form, they retained half their strength.

Flashing sword lights carried a suffocating killing intent.

Yet Long Fei remained unfazed, instead smiling calmly as he punched the Parasol Divine Tree beside him.

That punch carried the power of dragons and tigers.

A booming explosive sound reverberated, shaking the air.

The Parasol Tree trembled, and a dozen leaves fluttered down.

"This kid’s gone mad!"

Yaoji Saintess was at her wit’s end. She knew all too well how terrifyingly berserk the Parasol Divine Tree could become.

Countless firebirds materialized out of thin air, aiming to incinerate the intruder into ashes.

Flames surged, enveloping even the maids attacking Long Fei.

At this moment, the Parasol Divine Tree didn’t discriminate between friend and foe.

Echoes of anguished screams rang out. Though the maids existed as primordial spirits, the firebirds’ intense flames made them feel as if they’d fallen into the Eight Trigrams Furnace, torturously close to having their spirits disintegrated.

Yaoji Saintess hastily tossed out a Copper Cauldron, shouting frantically to her maids, "Quick, get inside!"

The maids’ swords were within three feet of Long Fei, yet they had no choice but to retreat. Glowing white lights, they swiftly pierced through the firebirds to dive into the Medicine Cauldron.

The firebirds didn’t give chase. Under the Parasol Tree’s directive, they all rushed toward Long Fei.

Long Fei opened the mouth of his gourd, unleashing an immense suction force that absorbed the firebirds one by one.

With a swoop and a swallow, the struggling firebirds wailed mournfully, resembling a stream of fiery liquid as they were entirely consumed by the gourd.

Long Fei jubilantly shouted, "Brother Parasol, bring me more! Come on, give me more!"

Falling Parasol Tree leaves were scooped into his arms.

The Parasol Divine Tree was speechless in fury, having never encountered a shameless scoundrel like this, practically looting and pillaging.

It roared in rage, its trunk trembling as hundreds of firebirds erupted forth, filling the Colorful Glazed Tower with blazing light akin to the sun as they surged toward Long Fei.

Below, Yaoji Saintess and the Great Monk stood dumbstruck, witnessing for the first time the Parasol Divine Tree venting its anger in such an overwhelming manner.

The flames were so massive that even immortals wouldn’t be able to withstand them.

The Great Monk squinted and exclaimed, "If this kid survives, I’ll change my surname to his!"

The firestorm intensified, tenfold more powerful than before.

From the tree trunk, Long Fei shouted loudly, "Ladies, avert your eyes! Improper to look!"

He urged his gourd to devour the flames furiously.

However, the Phoenix Divine Fire from the Parasol Divine Tree was far too fierce for the gourd to completely swallow at once.

The remaining flames poured onto Long Fei, engulfing him.

He didn’t attempt to escape but instead used the fire as a means to roast his own body.

The Snow Silkworm Robe on him disintegrated instantly into ashes, leaving his underpants burned away as well.

In mere moments, the Parasol fire turned him into a naked figure.

Yaoji Saintess shrieked in embarrassment, though through the fire, she could clearly see everything. She hastily covered her eyes, cursing, "Shameless! Scoundrel! I’ll kill you no matter what!"

The Great Monk sighed deeply, "No need to kill him. These flames are enough to turn him into ashes."

What a pity that a fleshy body, in harmony with Buddha’s path, met such a self-destructive end.

Yet Long Fei wasn’t reckless. He was tempering his physical body and Nascent Soul using the Divine Fire.

Soon, a golden dragon-shaped Nascent Soul emerged atop his head, soaring and circling in the flames as though swimming freely in water.

This Nascent Soul was visibly flawed, riddled with cracks and seemingly on the brink of shattering.

But within the flames, not only did it remain intact, the cracks slowly mended, merging like molten glass fused together.

The two observers below were utterly stunned, watching Long Fei’s body charred to a crisp yet never erupting, and witnessing him calmly casting out his Nascent Soul to roast it in the fire as well.

What kind of flames were these? They were the Phoenix Divine Fires manipulated by the Parasol Divine Tree.

Once left behind by the phoenixes that nested within its branches, the Parasol Divine Tree absorbed these flames to safeguard itself from enemies.

Capable of effortlessly melting steel and turning stones into ashes.

But now, these flames were powerless against this mortal brat.

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