Zhao Yan'er Ning Fan, Are You Willing to Be My Concubine

Chapter 87: Zhao Yan'er: Ning Fan, Are You Willing to Be My Concubine?

Everyone's eyes widened, their pupils contracting to the size of pinholes. Their breathing grew ragged, and their mouths gaped wide in utter disbelief.

"This..."

"How is this possible? That Ning Fan, at the peak of the Yellow Extreme Realm, used only his physical strength to defeat three Profound Extreme Realm Fourth Layer disciples head-on!?"

"Ah???"

"This is... too absurd, isn't it!?"

"Is this the genius named 'Ning Fan' from our Yin Yang Divine Sect?"

"..."

One shocked exclamation after another rang out, voicing the astonishment in everyone's hearts.

With a single punch, Ning Fan had shattered all doubts. So what if he was only at the peak of the Yellow Extreme Realm? He had directly clashed with and defeated three Profound Extreme Realm Fourth Layer martial artists head-on, sending them all flying!

This was all thanks to that Earth-grade heavenly treasure from the Qihua Peak Peak Master-the Heaven Saint Lotus-which had brought the spiritual marks on Ning Fan's skin close to Perfection.

His realm had not increased, but his strength had grown by leaps and bounds.

Of course, these three Lingyue Peak disciples were merely ordinary disciples who had only reached the Fourth Layer of the Profound Extreme Realm by cultivating long enough within their peak. If they had been three Ranking Disciples, Ning Fan might not have been able to defeat them so easily.

But with such a vast realm gap standing right there, regardless of whether they were Ranking Disciples or not, being able to defeat them so easily was enough to prove Ning Fan's fearsomeness.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The three Lingyue Peak disciples struggled to their feet, looking at Ning Fan with terrified expressions. The three of them had originally thought to acquire more cultivation resources before the various peaks' martial assembly to improve themselves, which was why they had set their sights on Ning Fan. They had even been quite cautious, testing Ning Fan at the start.

But they never expected that before they could even finish testing, the three of them would be easily routed.

Ning Fan narrowed his eyes, a murderous intent surfacing within them as he walked step by step toward the three Lingyue Peak disciples.

Those who kill are killed in turn. Blind kindness would only leave oneself in a terrible situation.

The three Lingyue Peak disciples clearly caught the killing intent in Ning Fan's eyes. Their bodies trembled like sieves, and terror flooded their gazes. With their strength, escaping from Ning Fan's grasp was simply impossible.

Outside help!

The three of them frantically scanned their surroundings, hoping that even if just two random Lingyue Peak disciples showed up, they could save them.

In their panic, they didn't see any Lingyue Peak disciples, but they did see Zhao Yan'er and the others standing behind Ning Fan.

Zhao Yan'er was the same female disciple from the Yin Yang Peak with the surname Zhao.

In an instant, joy appeared on the three disciples' faces.

"Senior Disciple Zhao! Senior Disciple Zhao!"

"Save, save us!"

"Help!"

"..."

The three of them called out hurriedly.

Zhao Yan'er was a disciple of the Zhao family and one of the direct disciples of the Yin Yang Peak. Her strength was not to be underestimated. If Zhao Yan'er had also come for Ning Fan, then if they begged her to act now, their lives would naturally be safe.

Ning Fan certainly hadn't ignored Zhao Yan'er and the disciples behind her. In fact, most of his attention was focused on them. This Zhao Yan'er's realm was unfathomable and extremely dangerous.

The next moment.

Whoosh-

Ning Fan only felt a sudden gust of wind rise behind him. His eyes instantly flew wide open, his pupils contracting to the size of pinholes.

He spun around abruptly, only to find Zhao Yan'er, who had just been far behind him, now appearing right before his face. Their faces were extremely close, almost intimate.

But at this moment, Ning Fan felt only fear.

Fast! Too fast!

Aside from a few Peak Masters, Ning Fan had never seen such speed. It was so frighteningly fast that he had almost failed to react.

Before Ning Fan could make a move, Zhao Yan'er raised her hand and caressed his cheek. Her jade hand was slightly cool, and the thin touch made Ning Fan's mind tremble. Especially when her slightly long nails scraped against his skin, it sent a ticklish sensation through him.

Zhao Yan'er gazed at Ning Fan, her eyes filled with heat and aggression.

While Ning Fan was stunned, her other hand caressed his chest, then slowly traveled downward, gently stroking all the way to his waist. Any further down, and things would take a very inappropriate turn.

Ning Fan snapped back to his senses and immediately retreated backward, looking at Zhao Yan'er with a strange expression. What did this woman mean?

Not just Ning Fan, everyone else was stunned as well. This Zhao family woman, who had taken the initiative to call out to Ning Fan, didn't seem intent on taking his life at all. Instead, she appeared to be acting intimately. What did this mean?

"Ning Fan, are you willing to become my concubine?"

Zhao Yan'er raised her chin slightly, looking down at Ning Fan with undisguised aggression in her eyes.

Ning Fan: "..."

Ning Fan was dumbfounded. Had he heard correctly? Become her concubine!? Ah????

After a brief moment of shock, Ning Fan quickly understood. Zhao Yan'er was clearly the dominant party in any Dao partner relationship. Thinking of Lu Qing'an and her mysterious little tools, Ning Fan felt somewhat relieved. In a female-dominated Dao partner relationship, sometimes things got even wilder.

"Senior Sister, if I'm not mistaken, you should be from the Zhao family, correct? There is some enmity between me and the Zhao family."

Ning Fan cupped his hands in a salute. He had said before that he would kill every Zhao family member he saw, but he was clearly no match for this Zhao Yan'er before him. So that would be discussed another time.

"Hehe."

Zhao Yan'er laughed upon hearing this, flicking her hair. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she spoke in a seductive voice, "The Zhao family's affairs have nothing to do with me. Junior Brother Ning, if you submit to me, I can protect you and keep you safe."

"And your Dao partner, there's no need to send her away. We can cultivate together. Oh, right, there's also that one from the Qihua Peak Peak Master's household at your residence, isn't there? They can all join in."

"..."

Ning Fan's brow twitched at her words. Damn it, this was truly worthy of a Yin Yang Peak disciple-the way they played was just chaotic.

"Senior Sister flatters me. I truly find it difficult to accept. Please, Senior Sister, bestow this affection upon someone else..."

Ning Fan began to speak, but before he could finish, slender, long nails landed on his throat. A sharp, piercing pain spread across his skin.

The seductiveness on Zhao Yan'er's face gradually twisted into a wicked smirk. She extended her long tongue, licking around her lips, and stared deeply at Ning Fan.

"Junior Brother Ning, it seems you haven't recognized your position. Having you become my concubine is not a request... Do you understand?"

"..."

Ning Fan instinctively swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He naturally understood what Zhao Yan'er meant. Zhao Yan'er was trying to seize him as a Dao partner. From Yun Qingyao's perspective, Zhao Yan'er was trying to take Yun Qingyao's Dao partner.

"Giggle, giggle, giggle."

Just as Ning Fan was pondering a countermeasure, Zhao Yan'er withdrew her finger and let out a series of charming laughs. She looked at Ning Fan with a playful expression.

"Junior Brother, I'll give you three days to think it over. Three days from now, the betrothal gifts will be delivered. I hope you make the right decision."

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