Chapter 1258 - 1255: Betrothal, Might Makes Right!

Luo Feng did not know what else the Cold Moon Marquis was referring to.

The Cold Moon Marquis sized up Luo Feng, shook his head after a moment, and chuckled, "Nothing."

Seeing the Cold Moon Marquis hesitate, Luo Feng grew even more perplexed, but since the other was unwilling to elaborate, he didn’t press further.

"Luo Feng, what do you think... of Hongzhuang?" the Cold Moon Marquis suddenly asked.

"Yue Hongzhuang?"

Luo Feng recalled the exquisite lady in the painting and laughed, "Miss Hongzhuang is stunningly beautiful and her swordsmanship is exceptional; she’s truly a perfect combination of talent and beauty. Whoever wins her favor is truly fortunate for three lifetimes."

The Cold Moon Marquis smiled faintly and slowly said, "How about I betroth Hongzhuang to you?"

Luo Feng’s hand trembled slightly, startled, as he set down the teacup and smiled bitterly, "Marquis, you must be joking. Haitang told me that Hongzhuang is already engaged."

"Haitang told you that?"

The Cold Moon Marquis paused, looking surprised, then laughed heartily, "I was indeed joking with you just now. Luo Feng, to be honest, I admire you greatly. If Hongzhuang wasn’t engaged, would you accept this?"

The Cold Moon Marquis looked directly at Luo Feng.

Luo Feng was speechless, unsure of how to respond.

It’s here!

Feeling a slight agitation, Luo Feng looked up at the sky outside the hall.

Swoosh!

A streak of green light shot from the distant sky with incredible speed, appearing at the horizon in an instant, and was soon hovering before the Cold Moon Marquis.

"It’s Yingkui’s Spirit Mirror."

The Cold Moon Marquis beckoned and took the Spirit Mirror in hand.

Luo Feng hurriedly asked, "How are Yingkui and the others?"

The Cold Moon Marquis looked up, smiling, "No need to worry; she and your friends are safe and sound. Yingkui asked me to tell you that your friends are awakening the Demon Eye now, and before it successfully awakens, you won’t be able to meet them."

Hearing this, Luo Feng breathed a sigh of relief, yet he still felt a bit surprised.

The Demon Eye Clan should awaken the Demon Eye after turning fourteen, but Qing Ling is not yet fourteen.

"Where are they?"

"Yingkui didn’t mention that."

The Cold Moon Marquis shook his head and continued, "The awakening of the Demon Eye in the Demon Eye Clan is extraordinary and often accompanied by celestial phenomena. When an Eyes of God awakener appeared in the West Desert Demon Realm Corpses Mountain Range, there was even a scene of void collapse. To this day, the Corpses Mountain Range remains a chaotic, barren land. Yingkui and your friend are surely hiding in a remote place."

Luo Feng nodded, reassured that they were safe, a weight lifted off his heart, hoping Qing Ling’s awakening goes smoothly.

"Cold Moon Marquis, since they are safe, I will take my leave now," Luo Feng rose to say.

The Cold Moon Marquis rose and, smiling, invited, "Luo Feng, you rarely visit the mansion. I’ve had a feast prepared; stay for a meal before you leave."

"This..."

Luo Feng wanted to take advantage of today to try advancing to the mid-level of the third tier of the True Yuan Realm.

The Cold Moon Marquis had already stepped forward, patting Luo Feng’s shoulder with a laugh, "You have done a favor for Haitang. With him not here now, let me fulfill my duty as his father. I also have something to tell you about Haitang’s mother."

Seeing things as they were, Luo Feng couldn’t refuse any further. Also, he was quite curious about Yue Haitang’s mother, the legendary Holy Swordmaster of the Sword Tomb, so he bowed perfunctorily, saying, "Then I’ll be disturbing you."

The banquet was quite lively, with a three-meter long table covered in all manner of fine food and drink, featuring rare demon beast ingredients from the sky, sea, earth, and fire.

Before the table, eight singers from Out Cloud Country danced and sang, their graceful appearances swaying like willows, their voices paradisiacal and stunningly beautiful, embodying breathing techniques, their sound dispelling Luo Feng’s fatigue of recent days.

During the feast, the Cold Moon Marquis shared stories about the Sword Tomb and the Holy Swordmaster, and his acquaintance with Yue Haitang’s mother, leading to their eventual bittersweet separation.

"Luo Feng, the most regrettable thing in life is being unable to protect those important to you at crucial moments. Everyone aspires to Martial Arts because only through it can they control their destiny," the Cold Moon Marquis set his cup down, looking at Luo Feng and said.

Luo Feng nodded earnestly, "Thank you, Marquis, for your guidance. I will keep these words in my heart."

He had understood this long ago.

If his strength had been sufficient, Bing Ruolan wouldn’t have been forced to leave the Canglang Dynasty and return to the North Sea Ice Palace.

Strength respects no boundaries—it must be earned.

"I do not have the qualifications to enter the Sword Tomb. Luo Feng, when you and Haitang venture to the Sword Tomb, you’re sure to face many difficulties. I hope you’ll help Haitang then," the Cold Moon Marquis raised his cup.

"Haitang is my friend, it’s only right."

Luo Feng raised his cup and drank until it was empty.

After eating and drinking his fill, Luo Feng rose to take leave, departing from the Cold Moon Marquis’s mansion.

It was still afternoon, so now was not the time to visit the Second Prince’s mansion. Luo Feng found an inn to stay at.

"Without my orders, do not allow anyone to disturb me."

Entering the room, Luo Feng tossed a silver ingot to the servant.

"Of course! Thank you for your reward, young master."

The servant took the silver with a joyous smile and closed the room door with ease.

Locking the door, Luo Feng walked to the bed and sat cross-legged, took out a fourth-grade Spirit Pill, ingested it, closed his eyes, and began cultivating.

Roar!

As the Divine Dragon Nine Changes rotated, a faint dragon’s roar echoed throughout the room, Luo Feng’s breathing was deep, with wisps of mist rising from his head.

Time passed quickly, night fell, and a bright moon ascended high into the sky, casting a jade-like glow over Azure Sky City, making it radiant and mysterious.

Azure Sky City, bustling all day, fell silent, as if calming before a storm.

In the room, dragon-shaped streams of energy slowly swirled around Luo Feng, lifting his body and suspending him in midair.

Buzz!

Suddenly, ripples visible to the naked eye spread from Luo Feng’s Dantian, and the dragon-shaped streams in the room merged, burrowed into Luo Feng’s Heaven Gate, and vanished.

"It’s smoother than I expected."

Exhaling deeply, Luo Feng opened his bright eyes, his cultivation had further advanced, entering the mid-level of the third tier of the True Yuan Realm.

Though he was somewhat astonished to break through so quickly, he wasn’t surprised.

Since arriving at Azure Sky City, he felt his cultivation had reached the extreme of the early third tier of the True Yuan Realm, and with the residual medicinal power of the True Spirit Purifying Pill in his body, he successfully broke through in one go.

In just a few days, constant breakthroughs of this nature would surely cause a sensation if spread, yet Luo Feng found this all quite reasonable.

He possessed a unique constitution with eighteen Spirit Rotations, his cultivation speed far exceeded others. Moreover, the Divine Dragon Nine Changes was not an ordinary cultivation technique, likely being a heaven-tier technique, which condensed True Yuan at an extraordinary pace.

Of course, the most crucial factor was his stable foundation established during the Spiritual Rotation Realm, allowing him to cultivate without concerns. For others, a rapid elevation in realm might lead to a shaky foundation, leaving them with combat power possibly inferior to that of a Martial Artist in the early third tier of the True Yuan Realm.