Mortal: The Number One playboy of the Chaotic Star Sea

Chapter 225 Your dad is a stinking pimp!

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After Wang Ning finished speaking, the scene fell into a deathly silence.

The expressions on the faces of the dozen or so Core Formation cultivators froze, some showing anger, some astonishment, and some disbelief.

They never expected that the Lord of Purple Spirit Island would be so arrogant!

"Hmph! The daughter of a pimp, relying on her looks and connections with the young master of the Qingyang Sect to rise to power, dares to spout such arrogant words!"

Gu Lan slammed her hand on the table, and spiritual energy surged from her body.

The oppressive aura of a late-stage Core Formation cultivator surged towards Wang Ning.

Faced with the pressure, Wang Ning remained unmoved. Her moon-white fairy dress fluttered gently, and her eyes, hidden beneath the purple veil, showed no fear.

"Do you dare repeat what you just said?"

Wang Ning's tone turned icy, her purple eyes fixed on Gu Lan.

"What's there to be afraid of? Your father is just a stinking pimp! Miaoyin Sect is just a sect!"

It's disgusting to give away female disciples from within the sect to Core Formation cultivators who are on good terms with them.

"And you, as the daughter of a pimp, only managed to climb to the position of the young master of the Qingyang Sect by using your beauty. If you truly have the ability, then fight me!"

Gu Lan summoned an ice-attribute longsword and pointed it directly at Wang Ning.

Instantly, a chill filled the hall, and ice crystals condensed on the jade tabletop, making a soft, crackling sound.

"Ice-attribute unique spiritual root!"

"Friend Gu has incredibly strong spiritual power!"

"This level of icy power is likely at the peak of the late Core Formation stage!"

The surrounding cultivators retreated, their faces showing surprise.

Holding her ice-attribute natal magic weapon, Gu Lan resembled an ice sculpture, radiating a suffocating chill.

In contrast, Wang Ning was only at the mid-stage of Core Formation.

Rumor has it that she acquired her cultivation through dual cultivation with the young master of the Qingyang Sect.

If they were to actually fight, she would definitely be no match for the Taoist nun Gu Lan.

However, as soon as Gu Lan finished speaking, Wang Ning took action.

Without any magical fluctuations or magical artifact glow, she simply stood up from her seat and then vanished instantly.

It's not teleportation, but simply high speed.

The next moment, a figure in moon-white appeared in front of Gu Lan, almost touching her.

Gu Lan's pupils contracted sharply. Instinctively, she raised her protective aura and swung her sword to block, but Wang Ning was too fast.

A slender, fair hand was clenched into a fist.

His punches were as powerful as dragons.

The purest and most extreme power exploded on Gu Lan's protective aura.

"Bang!"

The dull thud was like a heavy hammer striking a drum.

Gu Lan's eyes suddenly bulged out, and her mouth opened but no sound came out.

She felt as if she had been struck by an ancient, ferocious beast; her internal organs were trembling. Her ice-attribute natal magic weapon flew out of her hand, spinning in the air before embedding itself in a roof beam.

Then, her body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

"Boom—!"

The outer door of the council hall was broken into pieces, with wood chips flying everywhere.

Gu Lan's body passed through the broken wood, traced an arc, and crashed heavily onto the bluestone street outside, sliding several meters before finally coming to a stop.

Dead silence.

Inside the council hall, a dozen Core Formation cultivators stood frozen in place, their gazes stiffly shifting from the broken doorway to Wang Ning, who was standing in place.

One move, just one move.

Gu Lan, a late-stage Core Formation cultivator and the strongest Core Formation cultivator in the Jade Observation Sect in nearly a century, with the potential to advance to Nascent Soul and become the sect's successor, was sent flying by a single punch from a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator.

Is this right? This can't be right!

Everyone felt as if what had just happened was unreal.

At this moment, Wang Ning stood still, her moon-white fairy dress fluttering without wind.

Beneath that ethereal and otherworldly fairy dress, an intense, almost tangible, black demonic energy rose up and swirled around her.

She inadvertently raised her arm, and her long, moon-white sleeve slipped down, revealing her forearm.

The muscles on her originally slender and fair arms became clearly visible, not the bulging muscles of a big guy like Qingfeng, but the lean and muscular lines like a cheetah.

Every muscle is perfectly proportioned, slender and fluid, yet possesses a breathtaking explosive power, combining feminine grace with the strength of a warrior.

"Heaven-Supporting Demonic Art!"

A cultivator in yellow robes who had reached the Core Formation stage recognized Wang Ning's cultivation technique.

Wang Ning slowly walked out of the hall, stepped over the broken door panel, and walked towards Gu Lan, who was struggling to get up on the street.

With each step, fine cracks appeared on the bluestone ground, as if the person stepping on it was not a slender woman, but a ferocious humanoid beast.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Gu Lan knelt on the street, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and looked up at Wang Ning who was walking towards her.

How could a cultivator at the mid-stage of Core Formation possess a physical body of this level?

Wang Ning stopped in front of her, grabbed her neck with one hand, and easily lifted her up.

"I don't care what you say about me or how you see me. But are you now willing to reconsider the conditions I proposed?"

"Give up the alien island and return the resources. Or should I beat you all into cripples one by one and send you back to your respective sects?"

Wang Ning, holding Gu Lan in her arms, turned to look at the Core Formation cultivators in the council hall, who were silent as cicadas in fear.

At this moment, the group of Core Formation cultivators finally understood one thing.

She never relied on the relationship with the young master Qingfeng, but on her own strength.

"I...I represent the Lingxu Sect and accept the conditions of the Purple Spirit Island Master."

The yellow-robed cultivator was the first to speak, saying, "Those who know when to yield are the wise ones."

"I accept this on behalf of the Biluo Sect."

"The Star Pavilion Sect accepts."

"Xuanbing Island... I accept."

One voice after another rang out, and no one dared to utter another word of dissent.

Finally, Wang Ning looked at Gu Lan in her hand.

"And you?"

"Jade View Sect...accepts. But I will remember the kindness of the Purple Spirit Island Master in giving me guidance today. When I break through to the Nascent Soul stage, I will definitely come back to seek further instruction."

She opened her eyes, looked at Wang Ning, and uttered harsh words, one by one.

"Sure, I'm ready to challenge you anytime. However, you're no match for me right now, so it's best not to make such threats, or you'll look foolish."

Wang Ning glanced at her, a slight smile playing on her lips, and then punched the Daoist nun Gu Lan in the stomach.

"puff!"

This punch caused Gu Lan to vomit blood.

However, this is not the end.

"What you said about Miaoyin Sect is correct, and I don't like what Wang Heng did either. But he is, after all, my father. You insulted my father and ruined my reputation. You deserve to be beaten."

Wang Ning raised her hand and slapped the Taoist nun Gu Lan across the face.

A few slaps later, his head was swollen like a pig's head.

Although the injury was not serious, it filled him with shame and indignation, causing him to faint.

Such demonic behavior made the Core Formation cultivators in the hall shrink back in shock.

This is such a humiliating slap in the face.

At that moment, a beam of light descended from the sky and landed beside Wang Ning.

"Tsk tsk, this Taoist nun, instead of focusing on her cultivation, enjoys gossiping behind people's backs. She deserves a beating."

Qingfeng didn't stop Wang Ning from teaching the foul-mouthed Taoist nun a lesson; instead, he clapped and cheered, fully supporting her.

Why did you have to mess with Old Devil Wang? You deserve to get beaten up.

Seeing how utterly depraved this demonic couple was, all the cultivators in the hall lowered their heads to their collars, fearing that the other party would cause trouble.

The negotiations ultimately ended with concessions from the various righteous sects.

The name of the Lord of Kui Xing Island and Zi Ling Island also spread throughout the Chaotic Star Sea after this incident.