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Soon, Ye Fan and Wuma Xian'er were not far from Supreme City.
At that moment, a group of extraordinary figures with powerful auras approached them head-on.
Sensing the presence ahead, Wuma Xian'er’s smile vanished in an instant, replaced by a hint of disdain and coldness in her eyes after scanning with her spiritual sense.
"Sister Xian'er, who are they?"
Ye Fan also felt the aura of the people ahead and noticed the change in Wuma Xian'er’s expression, prompting him to ask.
"Just a fly, and a rather annoying one at that."
"Oh, so it's just a fly!" Ye Fan nodded seriously, sensing that something was amiss.
Wuma Xian'er said, "When they arrive, just ignore them. You can come back to Supreme Demon Sect with me."
"Alright." Ye Fan smiled and casually nodded.
At this moment, Hong Junfeng was filled with excitement, wishing he could sprout wings and fly faster.
Soon, he spotted Xian'er flying towards them at high speed, and a look of ecstasy spread across his face as he trembled with excitement. "It really is Xian'er; she has truly returned!"
With that, Hong Junfeng's speed increased even more as he eagerly wanted to rush forward and express his feelings to the goddess in his heart.
Behind Hong Junfeng followed several others.
All of them were powerful cultivators with extraordinary demeanor.
Like Hong Junfeng, these individuals were also disciples of Lang Sun Chuan.
Hong Junfeng was the true disciple of Lang Sun Chuan, while they could only be considered ordinary disciples.
Soon, they arrived in front of Wuma Xian'er.
“Xian'er, is that really you!”
As he looked at Wuma Xian'er, Hong Junfeng's eyes were filled with excitement.
At this moment, Wuma Xian'er and Ye Fan had to stop. Ye Fan glanced lightly at Hong Junfeng and the others before standing quietly to the side without saying a word.
Wuma Xian'er’s expression was subtly displeased as she spoke in a flat tone, “Hong Junfeng, what are you doing?”
“I heard that Xian'er you have returned, so of course I came to pick you up!” Hong Junfeng replied matter-of-factly. “Xian'er, we haven't seen each other for ten years. Where have you been all this time? Do you know how much I've missed you?”
“Sister Xian'er, it seems like you and this fly have some history!”
Although Ye Fan didn't speak, he sent a teasing thought to Wuma Xian'er with a half-smile as he stood by.
Upon hearing this, Wuma Xian'er shot a sideways glance at Hong Junfeng, her expression one of disgust. “Hong Junfeng, I don’t have time to reminisce with you here, nor do I want to exchange sweet nothings. Let’s talk later; I’m waiting to go back and see my father.”
“Ye Fan, let’s go!”
With that, Wuma Xian'er called out to Ye Fan, completely ignoring Hong Junfeng.
“Ye Fan?”
However, the gazes of Hong Junfeng and his companions instantly turned to Ye Fan.
"Senior Brother, could this be...?"
Behind Hong Junfeng, one of his junior brothers pointed at Ye Fan with a look of shock.
"Shut up!"
Hong Junfeng shot a cold glare at the junior brother, who immediately shrank back, not daring to say another word.
However, Hong Junfeng's expression had subtly turned grim.
Noticing Hong Junfeng's sudden change in demeanor, Wuma Xian'er seemed to understand something. A mischievous smile spread across her face as she bent down and, to Ye Fan's astonishment, wrapped her delicate arms around him, as if embracing him intimately.
The closeness was strikingly affectionate.
She even extended a slender finger to playfully poke Ye Fan's nose.
What the hell...!!!
Ye Fan was at a loss for words and directly transmitted his thoughts, "Sister Xian'er, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
Clearly, Ye Fan had figured out that Wuma Xian'er was using him to provoke the man named Hong Junfeng.
"Is it really inappropriate?" Wuma Xian'er replied with a teasing tone. "From where I stand, it seems like you're quite enjoying this."
"Uh... Am I?" Being held by Wuma Xian'er and feeling the softness against his chest, Ye Fan shifted uncomfortably but refused to admit it.
"This is way too intimate!" Hong Junfeng was on the verge of exploding with anger!
Suddenly, he pointed at Wuma Xian'er and shouted, "Tell me, whose bastard child is this? After ten years apart, I've thought about you day and night, and I never expected you to have a child this big!"
Hong Junfeng was on the verge of a breakdown at that moment.
"Senior Brother, please calm down! Don't let your anger get the best of you!" his younger disciples hurriedly tried to comfort him from behind.
"Get lost!"
At this point, Hong Junfeng could hardly listen to anything; he was just barely holding back his curses.
However, Wuma Xian'er was grinning brightly. She fluttered her long eyelashes and looked at Hong Junfeng, saying, "Guess."
As she spoke, she boldly pressed a fiery red kiss mark onto Ye Fan's forehead.
"What the hell... I can't take this anymore!"
Ye Fan clenched his small fists and struggled to push his head out from Wuma Xian'er's embrace.
Then he glared at Hong Junfeng with wide eyes and said with a hint of indifference, "Who did you just call a bastard?"
Seeing Ye Fan's indifferent glare directed at him, Hong Junfeng's expression darkened even more. He coldly shot back at Ye Fan, "You little bastard, I'm talking about you! Tell me who your father is; I swear I'll make him pay a thousandfold."
He had always wanted Wuma Xian'er for himself, but he never expected that she had actually... had a child with someone else!
"No, let go of me! I need to go teach him a lesson," Ye Fan said, glaring at Wuma Xian'er.
"Child, just forget it. Let's go back for now!"
Wuma Xian'er, a Mid-Level God Slayer, was far more powerful than Ye Fan. She worried that Ye Fan might act recklessly and seriously injure Hong Junfeng, which would not be good.
After all, although Hong Junfeng's martial arts talent was mediocre, he excelled in the field of weapon forging and had thus taken a Master Alchemist as his mentor.
If Ye Fan truly harmed him, his master, Lang Sun Chuan, would not let it slide easily.
Therefore, Wuma Xian'er directly used her spiritual power to restrain Ye Fan within her embrace.
She then cast a cold glance at Hong Junfeng and the others before striding past them toward the Supreme Demon Sect.
"Crack!"
Watching Wuma Xian'er’s figure disappear from his sight, Hong Junfeng clenched his fists tightly, his fingertips digging into his palms until they broke the skin, causing a trickle of blood to flow out.
Through gritted teeth, he spat, "You little bastard, I will definitely kill you!"
"And you too, Wuma Xian'er!" Hong Junfeng's teeth ground even tighter as he spoke with a ferocious expression. "Do you think just having a child with someone else means it's over? You are mine; no matter what, I will have you."
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