Amidst the light silk curtains, a stunningly beautiful woman gazed at the young man resting his head on her lap. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tenderness.
The young man slept quietly as the woman gently caressed his cheek with her slender fingers, as if she were handling a rare treasure with utmost care.
A faint blush marked her alluring, delicate cheeks. Her enchanting eyes shimmered like hidden autumn waters, brimming like clear springs on the verge of overflowing.
What Lu Xiyue wanted was not just Feng’er’s body. She wanted his heart as well. As long as she gave him a little guidance, she believed that, in time, she could capture it completely.
So why had she taken his body first? Because, though a melon twisted from the vine might not be sweet, it still quenches thirst and Lu Xiyue had been thirsty for a long time. Just earlier, she had just taken a sip.
As for what she’d said before about not asking for any title or status. That was, of course, a lie. Right now, she simply needed Feng’er to accept her naturally. Later on, even if Feng’er really got entangled with those other women… hmph! She would be the official wife!
Then, with a wave of her hand, a recording stone flew into Lu Xiyue’s palm from a certain corner.
It was the second one.
Looking at Feng’er’s innocent, peaceful sleeping face, the corners of Lu Xiyue’s lips curled slightly. She leaned down and gently kissed his forehead with her red lips.
“Feng’er, your Master loves you~”
***
When Chu Feng woke up, his master was already gone without a trace. If not for the true qi coursing through his body, he would’ve thought everything that had just happened was nothing more than a dream.
Feeling the amount of true qi in his body, Chu Feng pursed his lips.
“Peak of First Rank… Why did Master do all that?”
Chu Feng couldn’t figure it out. He couldn’t understand. He wanted to ask her, but his heart was in turmoil.
At that moment, he suddenly noticed a note beside him, along with a storage pouch.
Chu Feng picked up the note. As soon as his fingers touched it, the note turned into a stream of light and entered his mind. Immediately after, his master’s voice rang in his head.
– Feng’er, there are three hundred spirit stones in the storage pouch. Don’t waste them. Also, those two spell books you’re carrying…. I know you don’t like reading words, so I converted them into illustrations for you.
– And remember don’t get too involved with Lin Ruo. Your Master would never harm you, Feng’er.
– Lastly, I know you have many questions in your heart right now. But this isn’t the time. Once you reach the Sixth Rank, I’ll naturally tell you the whole truth. Until then, if you encounter any problems with cultivation, you can always come to me.
After listening to the message from his master, Chu Feng rubbed his forehead.
The truth…
Could it be that his arrival in this world wasn’t by chance?
Oh no, I really need to start using my brain!
Whenever it came to reasoning or deduction, Chu Feng would get a headache. In the end, he couldn’t be bothered. Whatever happens, happens. Let his future self deal with it when the time comes.
Chu Feng got up and walked to the door. He paused for a moment, then turned around and bowed toward the meditation cushion where his master had been sitting earlier.
“Thank you for your guidance, Master. I will definitely repay you in the future!”
Hmm… No matter what, his master had sacrificed for him twice. Once to guide qi into his body and help him step into cultivation, and this time to teach him how to break through, giving him valuable experience in advancing.
After finishing the bow, Chu Feng left.
Once he was gone, Lu Xiyue’s figure reappeared. She looked in the direction Feng’er had left, placed her hand on her cheek, and said,
“Phew~ I almost couldn’t stop myself from showing up just now. Feng’er~”
***
After leaving his master’s residence, Chu Feng found a quiet, secluded spot and opened the two spell books.
First, he looked at “Three-Breath Sword Draw to End the Fight”. The text he couldn’t understand before had been transformed into illustrations by his master. And now, he could understand it at a glance.
Oh right, he also had that new sword his master had given him!
Chu Feng took it out. The blade was three fingers wide, gold and white in color, and felt light in the hand.
“How about this. I’ll name it… Ultimate Tyrant Sword!”
Just as Chu Feng finished speaking, the sword began to tremble in his hand. That familiar vibration frequency… it felt like something that could be sold to female cultivators in their thirties or forties.
“Not satisfied?”
The sword vibrated again, as if agreeing with what Chu Feng had just said.
Oh ho!
Chu Feng raised an eyebrow. This sword could actually understand him?!
“Hmph! Master gave you to me, so you’re my sword. I’ll call you whatever I want!”
As soon as he said that, the sword suddenly wrenched itself free from his hand and its tip pointed straight at Chu Feng.
Was it about to kill its master?!
Shua!
A flash of white light shot past, and the row of trees behind Chu Feng fell one after another.
Chu Feng couldn’t help but gape. Holy crap, that power was insane!
“Whoa, whoa! Let’s talk this out!”
At this point, the sword was strong and he was weak. As the saying goes, a wise man submits to circumstances and Chu Feng considered himself a very wise man.
Hearing Chu Feng’s words, the sword’s tip slowly drooped toward the ground.
“Phew—”
Chu Feng let out a sigh of relief. He never would’ve thought that one day, he’d be negotiating with a sword.
“All right, tell me…what name do you want?”
The sword immediately drew two characters on the ground.
Chu Feng stared at them for a while. Hmm…
He didn’t recognize them. Damn it!
“How about this. I’ll call you Little Bai. Sound good?”
As soon as Chu Feng said that, the sword started vibrating again.
“Hey, hey! Don’t push your luck. Keep this up, and I’ll return you to Master!”
Chu Feng was frustrated. Seriously, these days, not even a sword would submit to him. How embarrassing!
He kept a close eye on the sword, worried it might stab him at any moment. He figured it wouldn’t dare kill him, but even getting tortured would still hurt like hell.
In the end, the sword seemed to give in and returned to Chu Feng’s hand.
“Great. From now on, your name is Little Bai.”
Chu Feng picked up the sword. These days, even naming a sword required negotiation!
Flipping open his spellbook, Chu Feng began studying the “Three-Breath Sword Draw” to figure out how to end a fight in three breaths.
After skimming through the contents, Chu Feng began channeling his inner qi according to the outlined meridian path.
However, at the critical moment, the qi failed to condense.
Failed?
Chu Feng prepared to try again, but the result was the same.
No way! I refuse to believe this! One more time!
After the third attempt, Chu Feng was stunned. Was this technique really that hard to master?
Just as he was about to give it one last shot before taking a break, the sword in his hand suddenly trembled… and then, all of his qi surged into the blade.
Ohhh! It’s working!
Overjoyed, Chu Feng continued injecting qi. This sword could actually guide him in casting spells!
Moments later, however, his lips began to turn pale. Something wasn’t right. Why was the sword still drawing in qi?
His internal qi was nearly depleted, his legs were trembling, and the feeling… was comparable to doing intense waist exercises seven times in one night.
Finally, just as Chu Feng was about to collapse, a wave of sword qi slashed out.
Boom—
Where the sword qi passed, all the trees were obliterated, and a half-meter-deep crack split the ground.
Holy shit!
Chu Feng’s jaw dropped in shock. That power was crazy!
And then, his body collapsed straight to the ground.
Thud—
Hiss! That hurt, that hurt! No wonder it’s called the “Three-Breath Sword Draw to End the Fight”….if it hits, the enemy’s a goner; if you miss, you’re the one who’s toast.
Either way, the fight definitely ends.
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