My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again

Chapter 47: Yan Feiyu

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Boom!”

With a thunderous sound, the Golden-Winged Peng placed down the treasure carriages it was carrying and transformed into an elderly man in a brocade robe.

At the mountain gate stood a young man, Yan Feiyu, with dark skin, a rugged face, and a majestic stature towering over two meters. His shoulder-length black hair cascaded down, radiating a wild charm.

“Young Master Yan!”

The brocade-robed elder, transformed from the Golden -Winged Peng, stepped forward and bowed:

“Following your orders, I have brought the people.”

“Thank you, Elder Jin.”

Yan Feiyu, the young Sky Demon Sect’s master, nodded. As he spoke, the last carriage’s curtain lifted, and a figure emerged – it was Yi Changqing from the Divine Soldiers Pavilion.

Yi Changqing greeted with a bow and a bright laugh:

“Long time no see, Brother Yan. How have you been?”

Yan Feiyu replied, “Weren’t we just together half a month ago?”

Yi Changqing jokingly responded, “A day apart feels like years.”

Yan Feiyu, known for his deep friendship with Yi Changqing, stood ready to welcome him.

Yi Changqing approached with open arms for a hug, but Yan Feiyu raised his folding fan to his chest.

“Brother Yi, I do not share your romantic inclinations. Could you restrain yourself a bit?”

“I’m heading to the Western Desert soon. It might be centuries before we meet again, ” Yi Changqing sighed.

Hearing this, Yan Feiyu’s expression became complex. After a moment, he relented:

“Alright, alright, I’ll allow the hug.”

Yi Changqing chuckled and embraced Yan Feiyu.

Everything happening today was part of his plan.

Yi Changqing, born with a the Xuan Yin physique coveted by many female cultivators, even attracting the attention of the Divine Weapon Pavilion’s saintess, had considered fleeing for his safety.

He knew the dangers outside his sect were even greater, where a single misstep could lead to peril.

It was during his travels that he encountered a Buddhist monk from the

Western Desert. The monk, recognizing his potential and connection with Buddhism, invited him to join the Great Impermanence Temple if he was willing to cut his worldly ties.

The Great Impermanence Temple usually accepted only children, but Yi

Changqing’s age meant his entry depended on his “Buddhist connection.”

With or without this connection, one might kneel outside the temple for days without gaining entry.

Yi Changqing trusted the monk, who demonstrated formidable cultivation. If the monk had wished, he could have easily taken Yi Changqing by force. However, the monk asked him to journey there himself, as a test of his commitment.

On his way, Yi Changqing would likely face various challenges, including encounters with enchantresses. Overcoming these trials and reaching the

Western Deserts would grant him the temple’s protection, securing his safety.

Thus, he entrusted his most trusted friend, Yan Feiyu, the master of the Heavenly Demon Sect, to assist him in this endeavor.

Yi Changqing discreetly joined the convoy of the Sancai Academy, while Yan Feiyu arranged for his men to seize the treasure carriages and “rescue” Yi Changqing.

As Yi Changqing and Yan Feiyu parted, Yi Changqing sniffed the air and asked:

“Why do you smell so strongly?”

“It’s a fragrance, not a strong odor.”

Yan Feiyu sniffed his own arm, emphasizing his point. He flashed a row of wmte teetn:

“Because I, the young master, have just finished a ‘battle’ and took a bath before coming to see you… Unlike Brother Yi, who still retains his purity.”

Yi Changqing was silent. He knew Yan Feiyu had dozens of wives and concubines, allowing him to lead a… rather joyous life. “Cough, cough… Alright, let’s not talk about this.”

Yan Feiyu didn’t press further:

“Your plan being moved up caught me off guard. The teleportation array will take three more days to prepare. In the meantime, stay at my place. I’ll assign some sturdy guards for you.”

“I didn’t expect the Sancai Academy’s people to leave so early. I had no choice but to blend into their team ahead of schedule,” Yi Changqing replied with a wry smile, “Thank you, Brother Yan.”

“Between us, there’s no need for thanks.’

Yan Feiyu waved his hand and turned to the brocade-robed elder:

“Elder Jin.”

“Present.”

The elder bowed.

“Release the rest. They’re disciples from major sects; we don’t need trouble…

Remember to leave them a carriage to depart.”

“Understood.”

At the rear mountain exit of the Sky Demon Sect:

“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Five carriages descended from the sky.

Over a hundred Heavenly Demon Sect disciples swarmed forward, opening the curtains and dragging out the disciples from the major sects.

Dizzy and disoriented, the major sect disciples found themselves surrounded by a group of fierce-looking demons, all with unfriendly expressions.

A leading demon shouted:

“Entering the territory of the Sky Demon Sect without paying a toll? Seize their carriages!”

The major sect disciples were baffled.

The Sky Demon Sect?

A prestigious, top-tier demon sect?

Sending a Body Integration Stage cultivator to collect tolls from them?

Their minds were overwhelmed.

Elder Jin and Yan Feiyu’s conversation was shielded from the captives inside the carriages by their cultivation. Thus, these disciples were unaware of Yi Changqing’s presence or what had transpired.

The demons opened all the curtains, finding two carriages empty but not paying much mind. They followed orders, cramming the bewildered disciples into one larger carriage.

Then they lifted the carriage, carrying the puzzled disciples out of the Heavenly Demon Sect’s main temple.

That night, the Sky Demon Sect’s main temple was brightly lit.

“Big brother, drink up!” a tall demon cultivator raised his cup.

“Drink!” responded another demon cultivator clad in a golden robe beside him.

“Second brother, your turn!” another demon raised his glass.

“Drink!” echoed a demon in a silver robe next to the golden-robed one.

The banquet was lively, filled with demons drinking, feasting, playing drinking games, and boasting, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

“These disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect seem to live quite joyfully,” Lu

Xuan observed, perched on a horizontal tree trunk, watching the distant scene.

“Hmm… Yes, they do,” replied Cheng Lingzhu, seated beside him. However, her gaze was not on the distant revelry; instead, she stole glances at Lu Xuan’s profile.

She had always found him handsome, and her opinion had not changed.

“Shall we choose those two then?” Lu Xuan asked.

“Okay,” Cheng Lingzhu responded.

That very night, the two inebriated demon leaders were escorted back to their rooms.

No sooner had the door closed than each received a blow to the head, knocking them unconscious.

Lu Xuan sealed their cultivation for a few days, cast a silencing spell, and after securely binding the two demons, stowed them under the bed..