A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 399: Letter.

Li Feng quickly seized the document and unfurled it. The flowing, graceful calligraphy immediately hinted at the writer's noble background. A knot of dread tightened in Li Feng's stomach as he absorbed the words within. ...

"Damn it all!" Li Feng's furious curse echoed the moment he finished perusing the letter. A potent cocktail of rage, anxiety, and sheer powerlessness surged through him. Yet, despite the tempest of anger, he didn't crumple the paper clutched in his hand. Fen Ziyan... that obstinate princess had impulsively leaped headfirst into the jaws of peril. He was now utterly convinced this predicament was intrinsically linked to Fen Ziyan's impending calamity. It seemed fated that no matter his efforts, destiny would relentlessly forge its path. This time, however, the presence of that ancient immortal, offering cryptic hints or dire warnings, was absent, leaving him to face an entirely uncharted future. Li Feng understood all too well that a calamity was no trivial matter, having weathered one himself. It was a trial capable of pushing him to his absolute limit, potentially costing his life if his strategy faltered. Without meticulous planning, both Fen Ziyan and Lan Suyao faced the grave threat of mortal danger. Adding to the complexity, the timing was abysmal. His ultimate skill, the [Age of the Stars], remained inaccessible, its cooldown period extending for another twenty-six agonizing days. Li Feng began to pace the worn, dusty confines of the room, his mind racing. Then, with a sharp exhale, he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. He made an immediate decision. He would return to Lan Suyao without delay and board her flying vessel. Upon reaching the Fen Imperial Capital, his objective would be clear: find Fen Ziyan, forcibly extract her into the Divine Brick, and spirit her away from that perilous locale. He wouldn't concern himself with the potential annihilation of the entire dynasty, nor whether Fen Ziyan might harbor resentment— Li Feng paused, his expression clouding over. For reasons unknown, the mere mental image of that proud, haughty princess regarding him with bitterness and disappointment sent an inexplicable tightness through his chest. Fen Ziyan had already been stripped of so much; to forcibly abduct her against her will, especially while her mother teetered on the brink of death... Li Feng fell silent. The room descended into an unnerving quietude. His fingers unconsciously clenched the letter before relaxing their grip. "...Tch." He clicked his tongue and leaned against the wall, his brow furrowed in deep thought. For the first time since confronting the letter's contents, the initial fire in his eyes began to subside. A sudden realization dawned upon him... Li Feng lowered his gaze to the parchment in his hand. His eyes settled upon a particular line. His features contorted into a complex tapestry of emotion. "... Foolish, headstrong woman." The words emerged from him with uncharacteristic softness, almost tenderness. He had spent so much effort treating Fen Ziyan as if she were delicate porcelain, poised to shatter at the slightest tremor, that he had nearly forgotten a crucial aspect of her character. That arrogant princess possessed her own pride... and her own inherent dignity. Fen Ziyan was never the sort to evade her adversities. Her pattern was to feign strength, internalize her pain, and persistently move forward, all while weeping silently in the recesses of her heart. She was not Yue Lan. Nor was she Lan Suyao. Fen Ziyan embodied the spirit of one who would stride into a tempest with her chin held high rather than stoop to beg for succor. This held true even if her heart pounded with terror. Even if her soul writhed in agony. ...Even if her legs trembled uncontrollably beneath her flowing robes. Perhaps it was precisely this resilience that Li Feng found so captivating about her. Not her vulnerability, but her sheer stubbornness. The way she would clench her jaw and compel herself onward, tears blurring her vision, refusing to bow her head even in the face of overwhelming fear. "..." Li Feng closed his eyes for a fleeting moment. If he were to drag her away by force while her mother lay dying... He might save her physical life, yes. But in doing so, he risked shattering something else, something irreparable. ...A void he could never mend afterward. A moment later, Li Feng's eyes fluttered open. The lingering indecision had completely vanished. "Fine." A slow smile began to grace his lips. "Then I shall simply bring both mother and daughter back." It was a surprisingly straightforward solution. Fen Ziyan's mother was critically ill from the plague? He would simply employ his Soul Purification technique to heal her. Once her mother recovered, he would escort both women under his protection... whether they agreed or not. Afterward, once the [Age of the Stars] skill cooldown concluded, he would leisurely devise a plan to dismantle the remnants of this calamity. Li Feng's thoughts coalesced, a surge of confidence fueling his meticulously forming strategy. Just as he prepared to depart, his expression turned steely. He did not immediately exit the Sect grounds. Instead, he altered his course, heading directly toward Mu Qingyao's residence. ...He harbored a strong conviction that this woman possessed knowledge, or perhaps was even instrumental in Fen Ziyan's sudden departure.