I Only Marry Widows-Chapter 267 - 22: After Speaking, He Kissed Again

Regardless of whether it is the difficulty of bidding farewell to one’s homeland or the entanglement of interests, the hearts of the sect members are uneasy, making the evacuation exceedingly difficult under such circumstances.

Even if they do not dare to deliberately obstruct and work in secret opposition, they invariably want to take their all possessions and accumulations along, or deliberately slow down the process here.

All such actions have led to a state of complete chaos within the sect.

Although Lu Chengfeng granted Zhu Yuxian the power to supervise and punish, resorting to harsh and iron-handed methods in such matters would likely provoke even greater disorder.

After all, these people are completely unaware of the terrifying disaster that is about to sweep through the Yun Cang Mountain Range.

Moreover, the source of Lu Chengfeng’s information must remain unknown to anyone, as with his status and position, he shouldn’t have knowledge of the Earth Fire ascending to the sky or the downfall of Yun Cang.

Once exposed, it would easily draw the attention of those with ulterior motives.

Thus, the sect’s retreat action has fallen into great delay, with time slowly ticking away. In a blink of an eye, two hours have passed, and the entire mountain is still in chaos, perhaps needing another three days and nights to evacuate everyone.

The most crucial reason among this is resources.

The one hundred and eight Outer Peaks, five Great Inner Peaks, and many other peaks opened by various elders over time harbor a plethora of resources accumulated over countless years, a treasure trove that can astonish the entire martial world.

Though most of it is no longer useful to Lu Chengfeng, these treasures can still incite endless fighting among ordinary martial artists.

In this world, there are no mythical treasures that can hold a Sumeru in a mustard seed; all resources must be transported out of the mountains using either carts or manpower.

If the grand Yuncang Sword Sect truly wants to move everything out completely, it might take several years.

The materials transported out in just a few two-hour increments are a mere drop in the bucket.

Seeing this, Lu Chengfeng is burning with anxiety, but he can’t just kill everyone or knock them all out since most elders and disciples are unwilling to evacuate.

As time speeds by, he finally makes up his mind.

"Originally, I wanted to take as much of the sect’s most precious materials as possible, but now it seems impossible."

"We can only evacuate the people first!"

Having made up his mind, he immediately summons Zhu Yuxian and Li Qingfeng.

"You must immediately convey my orders: no one needs to bring any materials, everyone must gather at the border of Yun Cang Mountain and Qingzhou to complete the sect’s secret mission."

"After completing this mission, those who do not wish to evacuate can choose to go to Jade Dragon Mountain or remain in the Yun Cang Mountain Range."

"If anyone questions, you can use this as evidence. This is my personally written mandate, written as proof, and I will not obstruct anyone who wishes to return then."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingfeng breathes a sigh of relief. In truth, even he is reluctant to leave Yun Cang Mountain Range so easily, but he knows he can’t win against authority, so he can only follow orders.

Now, hearing Lu Chengfeng’s words, he quickly agrees, "With this mandate from the Sect Leader, I’m confident I can have them all evacuated within three two-hour increments."

"If anyone dares to hesitate, I won’t spare them."

"There are no three two-hours left." Lu Chengfeng’s face is extremely solemn, "I’m only giving you one last two-hour increment. If you still can’t have everyone evacuated by then..."

"Li Qingfeng, I will first cut you down!"

Li Qingfeng’s old face turns into a bitter melon; he always gets the blame for such things, even though both he and Zhu Yuxian are First Seats, he’s the one always getting hurt.

"Yes, Sect Leader."

He sighs helplessly, agrees, and then hurriedly departs. There are not many two-hour increments left to evacuate so many people from the entire Yun Cang Mountain Range; time is of the essence.

Although Zhu Yuxian does not understand what exactly is going on, she is the only one in the sect, apart from Lu Chengfeng, aware of the existence of Immortals. She knows there must be dangers unbeknownst to others hidden behind this, otherwise, Lu Chengfeng would not be in such a rush.

She slowly walks to Lu Chengfeng’s side, in white attire more dazzling than snow, the Nanming Lihuo Sword on her back glows with crimson fire.

"There’s no need for you to worry too much, do your best, and leave the rest to fate. In the end, whatever the result, it will be their own creation."

Lu Chengfeng nods, "How could I not know? But if I don’t try my best now, how can I bear it in my heart?"

"Master, you should evacuate quickly as well. After evacuation, those people still need your supervision; otherwise, they might cause trouble."

"If it weren’t for my strong suppression, Li Qingfeng, that old fellow, would likely refuse to evacuate. He would be the first."

"You must keep a close watch on them; at this time, no more trouble should arise."

Zhu Yuxian nods slightly, and as she turns to leave, she inexplicably feels a subtle sense, and the Nanming Lihuo Sword on her back emits a hum resembling a Flood Dragon.

She feels a vague sense of desolation in her heart, not knowing its source.

After pausing slightly, she suddenly turns back around, walks to Lu Chengfeng, and looks into his eyes.

"What’s wrong? Master, is there something else?" Lu Chengfeng hadn’t finished his sentence when Zhu Yuxian suddenly steps forward and embraces his waist.

Lu Chengfeng only smells a burst of fragrance, as tender lips press against his. He’s somewhat surprised; while there had been many instances of intimacy between them in the past, he had always been the initiator.

Today marks the first time.

He reaches out and wraps his arm around the beauty’s slender waist, the two embrace and kiss for a long while before gradually parting.

"Master, what’s wrong? Are you okay?"

Lu Chengfeng, usually dominant over Zhu Yuxian, is uncharacteristically gentle this time, asking in a soft tone.

Zhu Yuxian gently shakes her head, a faint smile appearing on her face, "It’s nothing, just that it’s been so long, it’s time to take the initiative once."

"I’m leaving now. Be careful in everything!"

Lu Chengfeng feels her attitude is somewhat strange, but he couldn’t dwell on it at this moment. He just fiercely embraces her again with dominating words, "Don’t let your thoughts wander at such a time, obediently evacuate for me."

After saying this, he kisses again.

The beauty is like jade, making even the kiss more intoxicating, akin to ambrosia and nectar, leaving a lingering taste, reluctant to part.

In the end, it’s Zhu Yuxian who takes the initiative to separate, then retreats a step, "It’s time to go; delay can no longer be afforded."

Lu Chengfeng nods without speaking.

Zhu Yuxian smiles slightly, then turns around to leave, but as she reaches the doorway, she suddenly stops and looks back at Lu Chengfeng.

Before Lu Chengfeng can speak, she turns away, with the Nanming Lihuo Sword on her back shooting out a flash of firelight that envelops her entire figure, soaring into the sky, and quickly disappearing.

Lu Chengfeng unexpectedly feels a sense of emptiness within his heart. After a sigh, he too spreads the Kun Roc wings, and flies in another direction.

Soon, he arrives at Bixiao Peak, a turn of azure light, and swiftly descends at the rear mountain.

This place is desolate and uninhabited most of the time, with only a few solitary graves, one of which belongs to Zhao Changzhen.

Lu Chengfeng himself doesn’t know why he chose to come here, perhaps because the beginnings of Yuncang Sword Sect stemmed from Zhao Changzhen.

Now the entire Yun Cang Mountain Range faces destruction, and Zhao Changzhen’s grave naturally can’t remain either.

In fact, the countless ancestral graves of the entire sect will soon be engulfed by a sea of flames.

If evacuation from the Yun Cang Mountain Range is genuinely desired, merely relocating these graves would be a massive undertaking.

Lu Chengfeng can only bury everything in his heart.

He stands quietly in front of the grave, looking at the tombstone inscribed with the name Zhao Changzhen.

"Master, tell me, can I escape this?"