Chapter 269: Fan Ping (2/2)

Zhu Wenqian was dumbfounded as she tried to cut the strands apart. Alas, the strands seemed to tighten up and her spiritual qi slowly became restricted.

Zhu Wenqian's arms were tied up by the strands of spiritual qi as she continued to struggle.

”Why can't I utilize my spiritual qi? What is this strand of light?” Zhu Wenqian questioned Fan Ping as she tried to exude her aura.

However, her ability and technique were restricted by the strand of light created by Fan Ping.

Meanwhile, Fan Ping calmly walked toward Zhu Wenqian with an amused expression. ”Don't bother to struggle. Once someone gets hit by my strands, they are trapped forever.”

Zhu Wenqian held a resentful gaze at Fan Ping, almost like she couldn't wait to devour his flesh and drink his blood.

”Tying up a fine lady like me, do you even have any ethics?” Zhu Wenqian growled in anger.

Fan Ping chuckled softly at her words.

”Fine lady?” Fan Ping raised an eyebrow.

He then shook his head as he teased, ”I have never seen a three thousand woman calling themselves a fine lady. Wait, I'm wrong. Only vile women in their old age call themselves a fine lady.”

”SHUT UP!” Zhu Wenqian's face flushed in anger when Fan Ping called her an old woman.

”I'm a fine lady and always will be. My youthful look is permanent.” Zhu Wenqian roared as she corrected Fan Ping.

Fan Ping smirked as he nodded.

”Alright fine, for a Saint Race member. 3000 years old is indeed in the range of the so-called 'fine lady' right?” Fan Ping said as he walked closer.

”That's right.” Zhu Wenqian snorted as she tilted her head slightly.

She didn't want to look at the smirk expression of Fan Ping.

Most of all, she wasn't afraid of Fan Ping since he resorted to restraining her movement instead of killing her directly.

”What do you want?” Zhu Wenqian asked as she stopped her struggle.

Fan Ping's cultivation realm and fighting expertise were above her. It was pointless to struggle when it wasn't going to help at all.

Fan Ping smiled lightly as he pointed at the unconscious Yang Wei.

”This boy… I want you to protect him when I'm not available.” Fan Ping said.

Zhu Wenqian glanced at Fan Ping briefly before shifting her focus to the unconscious Yang Wei.

With a scoff, Zhu Wenqian started laughing as she spits out some saliva toward the ground.

”You want me to play bodyguard for a brat like him?” Zhu Wenqian held a disgusted expression as she flatly refused Fan Ping's request.

Fan Ping remained quiet as he closed his eyes.

Time slowly passed by with Fan Ping not responding back to Zhu Wenqian's words.

However, Zhu Wenqian's expression became more complicated by the minutes as she felt the strand tighten up. Her arms were being squeezed tightly but the worst part was her spiritual qi being depleted rapidly.

Zhu Wenqian's face turned pale as she could feel her strength deteriorating and her cultivation realm started dropping down rapidly.

Zhu Wenqian gnashed her teeth as she stared at Fan Ping in a resentful gaze.