Ning Fan You Want to Play with My Dao Companion

Ning Fan's mind raced as he considered how to handle the situation. Although Zhao Yan'er was beautiful and possessed an exceptional figure, he couldn't help but feel a lingering aversion.

No, it wasn't exactly an aversion. Anyone with standard morals would find it impossible to accept a Dao companion under the absurd dual cultivation customs of Yin Yang Peak.

Watching Zhao Yan'er draw closer and closer, Ning Fan steeled his resolve.

Fine.

He would just fight her directly. Testing the gap in their strength would at least give him a clear idea of where he stood.

Besides, he doubted she would still be in the mood for such things after a fierce exchange of blows.

With that thought, Ning Fan's spiritual energy began to surge. But just as he was about to strike, a hurried knock shattered the silence.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

Zhao Yan'er immediately frowned, her expression twisting in annoyance.

Anyone would be in a foul mood if they were interrupted at a time like this.

She considered ignoring the intruder, but the knocking showed no signs of stopping. If anything, it grew more insistent.

"Who is it? What is the matter?" Zhao Yan'er demanded, her voice dripping with impatience.

"Miss," an anxious voice called out from beyond the cave dwelling. "Your husband, Master Zhang Miao, seems to have encountered a problem during his cultivation. He is showing signs of Qi Deviation! Please come quickly and take a look!"

"What?"

Zhao Yan'er stood up, her brow furrowing deeply. After pondering for a brief moment, she turned back to Ning Fan.

"My little gentleman, let me go check on him first. Do not worry-I will return to favor you tonight."

With that, she turned and walked toward the entrance.

"Phew..."

Ning Fan exhaled a long breath as a massive weight was lifted from his chest. Thank goodness an emergency had arisen; otherwise, he really would have been forced to fight her.

As he watched her leave, Zhao Yan'er paused at the exit, turning back to blow him a flirtatious kiss.

Ning Fan remained completely speechless.

Once she was gone, he counted his blessings, but a sudden thought struck him.

This probably wasn't a coincidence, was it?

Could Zhao Yan'er's husband have deliberately chosen this exact moment to give him a warning display of authority?

It was highly likely.

However, Ning Fan didn't care in the slightest. He had absolutely zero intention of competing for her affection. None at all!

"Well... time to go out for a stroll," Ning Fan muttered to himself.

Having arrived in an entirely unfamiliar environment, his curiosity was piqued. Moreover, as Zhao Yan'er's current Dao companion, he surely held at least some privileges on Yin Yang Peak.

Spurred by the thought, he stepped out of the cave dwelling and began wandering around, keeping an eye out for anything of value.

"Oh?"

As he walked, he spotted a solitary little shack by the roadside. It was tiny, barely five or six square meters. Once a double bed was crammed inside, there was practically no room for anything else.

After a moment of reflection, its purpose dawned on him, and a complex smile curled at the edge of his lips.

Right before his eyes, a male and a female disciple crossed paths. The male disciple paused and cast a meaningful glance at the woman. The female disciple thought for a moment, gave a nod, and the two walked hand in hand into the shack.

Ning Fan stood in silence.

So this was the legendary Yin Yang Peak? What an eye-opening place.

"Whew-whew!"

A frivolous whistle pierced the air. Ning Fan looked toward the sound and found a female disciple openly throwing him a seductive look. It wasn't even a subtle hint-it was blatant, shameless temptation.

His mouth twitched, and he immediately turned to leave.

Yet, the female disciple actually closed the distance, boldly grabbing his arm and pressing herself close as she greeted him warmly.

"Junior Brother, you look like a fresh face. How about it? Want to have some fun with Senior Sister? Don't worry, my skills are excellent. I can easily help elevate your cultivation by an entire tier. Let's go."

With that, she began dragging him toward another shack.

"No, no, wait!" Ning Fan quickly refused.

However, her physical strength was surprisingly formidable, and he couldn't easily shake her off without a struggle. For a moment, the two were locked in an awkward tug-of-war.

Just as Ning Fan was about to resort to blunt force, a sharp shout rang out.

"What do you two think you are doing?!"

They both froze and looked toward the voice. A male disciple from Yin Yang Peak was standing nearby, glaring at Ning Fan with fury burning in his eyes.

"Brother, this has nothing to do with me. She came to me first," Ning Fan explained immediately.

"Audacious!" the male disciple barked. "You think you can just freeload off my Dao companion? To make it fair, you have to let me play with your Dao companion too! Do you understand?!"

Ning Fan was completely dumbfounded. There were simply too many absurd things to roast in a single sentence.

"Did you hear me?" Seeing Ning Fan's silence, the male disciple strode forward, reached out, and forcefully shoved his shoulder.

Ning Fan stood rooted to the spot, completely unyielding.

This time, it was the male disciple's turn to be astonished. Ning Fan's cultivation realm clearly didn't seem high, yet his physical strength was immense. It was an exceptionally rare sight.

Before the man could speak again, Ning Fan suddenly grinned.

"Senior Brother, you want to play with my Dao companion? I just wonder if you truly have the courage to do so."

Ning Fan stared back with a playful, mocking glint in his eyes. After all, his current nominal Dao companion was Zhao Yan'er.

Technically, as her newly acquired 'consort,' the woman this disciple wanted to swap with was a personal disciple. Judging by the man's ordinary aura and cultivation, he was merely an average outer disciple. An ordinary disciple daring to demand a personal disciple... now that was true bravery.

"What is there to fear?" the male disciple retorted, entirely oblivious. "Hurry up and call her over so we can make the trade. I'll take yours, you take mine. It's only fair!"

"If you say so."

Ning Fan shrugged. Since this fool was practically begging for death, he wouldn't stop him. The only issue was how to actually summon Zhao Yan'er, as he didn't possess her communication jade pendant.

Just as he was caught in this dilemma, a voice echoed from right behind him.

"My little gentleman, why have you run off to a place like this?"

The speaker was none other than Zhao Yan'er.

"Z-Zhao... Personal Disciple Zhao!"

"We pay respects to Personal Disciple Zhao!"

The two squabbling disciples instantly dropped to their knees, bowing their heads respectfully, not even daring to look at her face.

Ning Fan merely raised a hand, pointed directly at the male disciple, and shrugged nonchalantly.

"He says he wants to play with my Dao companion. Do you feel like playing with him?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the male disciple's face turned completely bloodless.

What... What did that mean?!

Could it be that this kid's Dao companion was actually Personal Disciple Zhao?!

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