Belonging is a terrifying thing. At first glance, it might seem that Jiang Feng just joined a top-ranked company, surrounded by colleagues, and he initially thought as much.
But upon entering the sect, you’ll discover something entirely different. The sect is more like a large family built by people with different surnames coming together.
In this big family, you’ll encounter people you dislike, people you find annoying. Normally, you’d fight with them, quarrel, or even go so far as to never interact, but.
When you’re outside and being beaten up like a dead dog, it’s only the sect that will protect you.
All past grievances would be written off, and even other sect disciples might sacrifice their lives to rescue you. No matter the distance, as long as it’s within their capacity, disciples from the sect will inevitably show up.
This change in perspective started with the last great battle against the demon monk Jin Shan. At that time, I was hanging by a thread, Lao Yan was injured, Lu Luo’s fate was unknown, and it was Senior Brother Wang Yong who rushed through ten hours overnight, continuously channeling spiritual energy without rest, trying to gather people from all around.
His mouth was almost swollen from consuming elixirs, but at the critical moment, he managed to bring another Nascent Soul Stage senior from the city.
Not only that, but along the way, at least twenty senior brothers and sisters extended their hands to help, almost taking turns to carry the two of us, who had lost the ability to move, back home. A journey of more than ten days was shortened to less than four days thanks to their uninterrupted round-the-clock escort.
Sometimes, when he watched his former colleagues die tragically, with only their bodies returned, or even no remains at all, could Jiang Feng really feel nothing?
If given the chance, he’d definitely annihilate those bastards from Xuanyin Sect, especially since they killed his junior sister’s entire family. If he could swallow this anger, he might as well stop calling himself Jiang Feng.
Change his name to Ninja Turtle instead.
Finally, when Jiang Feng was about to step out the door, Jin Yuan couldn’t hold back.
If he looked back, he would see the big sister’s face filled with hesitation, yet she dared not take the gamble. She dared not bet that other Purple Cloud Palace disciples would care about this, nor that Liu Tangxi would intervene.
Indeed, from beginning to end, Jiang Feng was the only option, the only one who could personally make the Sword Immortal take action.
"Rest assured, young master. Though the Joyful Sect isn’t affluent, we aren’t stingy. We certainly wouldn’t make Swordmaster Peak act for nothing."
Her words carried a subtle cunning. Jin Yuan had been trying to pin the assistance on Jiang Feng, but when her intentions were seen through, she directly switched to mentioning Swordmaster Peak.
Yet this "not affluent" was still a disguised reminder not to make exorbitant demands.
This made Jiang Feng, with his back to them, breathe a sigh of relief. He truly feared these women would let him slip away, but now it was all fine.
As long as one side loosens up, it’s a process of continuously testing the boundaries. Still, he pretended to maintain a calm façade, putting on a somewhat hesitant expression.
"Naturally true, young master. Any request you have, just say the word, as long as it’s within the sect’s capacity."
Jin Yuan approached proactively. Since she’d already lowered her stance, there was no need to keep up appearances. Her fox-like eyes began to shine, emitting an enchanting glow.
At that moment, the sight was burned directly into the hippocampus of the man. One must admit, this naturally charming skill was exercised with absolute mastery, gently guiding him by the arm to invite him back. Original content can be found at novel✶fire.net
No one in this world could probably resist such allure.
Even Jiang Feng’s expression seemed a bit dazed, his mouth dry and parched, greedily looking up and down at the big sister, Jin Yuan.
"Alright, then I want you..."