Ch21 – Pei QianYue, you are truly a lunatic…

In retrospect, Pei QianYue actually had many opportunities to guess his identity.

Merely in those days of interaction on LinXian Terrace, the little snake had been so clingy towards him.
Even if Pei QianYue only recovered pieces of his memories after waking up, it’s enough to make him suspect Feng Ci’s identity. 

But what Feng Ci didn’t understand was, if he had truly guessed it, why treat him like this?

Yet…… Feng Ci actually didn’t even really know how Pei QianYue should be behaving towards him.

 

 

With the City Master’s lofty and detached temperament, asking him to be as well-behaved and clingy as when he’s a mentally delirious little snake was probably impossible.
But even if it’s pretend, Pei QianYue should at least pretend to be a bit more respectful towards Feng Ci, right?

Not like right now, randomly accepting Feng Ci as his apprentice without rhyme or reason, clinging to him and taking advantage of him while poisoned, then almost using him as a tool to vent his desires. 

How was this recognizing him?

 

Then…… should he or should he not take the initiative to reveal his identity?

Before all of these things happened, Feng Ci had originally planned to find a good time to have an honest chat with Pei QianYue.
He had a three-day agreement with Xiao Que.
Right now, only two days have passed.
After returning to LangFeng City after this, Xiao Que was most likely to tell everything to Pei QianYue.

By that time, even if he didn’t say it, Pei QianYue will know.

 

Thinking this, Feng Ci looked up towards Pei QianYue.

Pei QianYue was still standing behind him.
After these days of interactions, Feng Ci felt like Pei QianYue wasn’t as cold-blooded and heartless as the rumors say.
On the contrary, he has his own quiet preferences and loves to throw tantrums; he also has a very cute side.

But how will he be, once he learns of Feng Ci’s true identity?

 

…… most likely, he’ll get angry right? 

Pei QianYue said before that he hates it the most when people lie to him.

Yet Feng Ci seemed to have lied to him several times, deceiving him since 3000 years ago.

Thinking here, Feng Ci actually felt a slight apprehension towards homeland nostalgia He opened his mouth and closed it, temporarily not knowing how to start speaking.

Perhaps because he had failed to speak for a long time, Pei QianYue turned around: “I’ve finished telling you everything you wanted to know.
This Venerable One is going back to LangFeng City now.” 

Feng Ci didn’t know if it’s his misconception, but the other’s voice randomly turned much colder again.

“Ai wait a second!” Feng Ci hastily climbed out of the pool and grabbed his sleeve.

Pei QianYue halted in his steps and turned his head slightly.
Before he said anything, Feng Ci recalled that this person seemed to dislike being touched by others.
He released his grip first.

Just at this time, a strange noise came from the skies.
Feng Ci looked up and saw a small wooden bird. 

This was the messenger bird used for communication in the cultivation world.

The little wooden bird stopped in front of Pei QianYue.
Pei QianYue held out a hand and the little bird landed on his finger.

 

Immediately afterwards, the little bird opened its mouth.
A familiar voice came out of there.

“—Pei QianYue, where the hell did you run off to? Something terrible has happened!!!” It was YuChi Chu’s voice. 

His shout was extremely loud, making even Pei QianYue furrow his brows and move his hand further away.

YuChi Chu’s voice continued to transmit from the messenger bird: “The entire cultivation world knows about the mess you created in the Endless Valley yesterday night.
That little fox, Wen HuaiYu, and that old fox, Cheng Chao, joined hands and already sent news to various sects of the Immortal Alliance this morning, saying they want to unite the different sects and head to LangFeng City to demand an explanation from you! They are not coming with good intentions.
You should think of a plan to hide for a bit!”

He said a whole bunch in one breath, not even pausing to exchange air.
Just listening to him made Feng Ci feel a bit breathless.

“How come QingJing Sect also…..” Feng Ci just opened his mouth when the little bird started talking again. 

“Oh right.
My WanFa Pavilion is definitely not involved in this.
If you plan to settle the score afterwards, don’t look at my WanFa Pavilion.
Also if you lose, considering that I always sell my new products to your LangFeng City first, please don’t tell them that I was the one who tipped you off.
I still want to live, if you—”

Before he finished speaking, Pei QianYue crushed the messenger bird into pieces.

Feng Ci: “……”

So.
Expensive. 

Pei QianYue didn’t say anything so Feng Ci didn’t open his mouth either.
However, he waited quite awhile but still didn’t hear Pei QianYue express anything.

Feng Ci asked: “What…… do you plan to do now?”

“You’re asking me?” Pei QianYue actually threw the question back at him.

“If I don’t ask you, who else can I ask?” Feng Ci blinked, feeling baffled.
However, he still said patiently: “If QingJing Sect and LingXiao Sect join forces with other sects to assault LangFeng City, LangFeng City might not hold them off.
Their target is you so they shouldn’t do anything to the elders and disciples within the sect.
How about you just listen to Pavilion Master YuChi and temporarily avoid going back.” 

Pei QianYue: “If I avoid it, is it going to resolve on its own?”

Feng Ci: “Well……”

Despite this being true, if Pei QianYue returned right now, wouldn’t he just be targeted from all sides?

“Since you can’t do anything, then no need to say anymore.” Pei QianYue turned around, his tone ice-cold: “Time to head back.” 

After saying this and not waiting for any response from Feng Ci, he immediately flew off on his sword and left the pool.

Feng Ci: “……”

 

Such a familiar ‘leap onto the sword and fly off immediately upon getting angry”.

Just why is he angry again ah?! 

Feng Ci followed Pei QianYue back to LangFeng City.

However, Pei QianYue didn’t have any intentions to wait for him.
As soon as he returned to the mountain, he disappeared.
Feng Ci searched for him all over inside the sect, but still couldn’t find him.
Furthermore, most likely because the news of the Immortal Alliance’s attack on LangFeng City had spread, right now LangFeng City was guarded heavily everywhere.
Wherever Feng Ci went, people stopped him.

It can’t be helped.
He had no choice but to return first to the only place where people won’t obstruct him…… the outer disciples’ courtyard.

Compared to the heavily-guarded outside, the outer disciples’ courtyard seemed very noisy. 

As soon as Feng Ci entered the gate, he almost ran into someone head-on.
He subconsciously turned to the side.
That person couldn’t stand steady and fell, dropping the spirit stones and magic items in his arms.

As that person picked up everything in a flurry, Feng Ci bent down to look at him: “Planning to run away?”

The other person was a 17-18 years old youth.
When he heard these words, his face turned red.
He said in irritation: “I’m not running away.
I’m just casually tidying up a bit, just in ca……” As he spoke, he looked up and saw Feng Ci’s face clearly: “Lu JingMing? Why are you back?!”

Feng Ci stood up straight: “Why can’t I be back?” 

“I thought you, didn’t you disappear together with the City Master?”

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“That’s great!” He stuffed the things inside his arms: “Then why the heck am I running? No wait, I wasn’t running in the first place.
Let’s go.
I’ll bring you to see Cheng-Shixiong.”

After saying this, he yanked Feng Ci and headed inside.

Cheng Bo didn’t go anywhere either.
He was in the outer sect’s utility room.
However, where the cleaning tools were before, he had swept everything to the side.
Now, a row of magic swords were placed neatly on the table.

Cheng Bo stood in front of the table with his back to the door, currently picking and selecting. 

“Cheng-Shixiong, look who’s back!” As soon as the youth entered the door, he yelled loudly.

Without even turning his head around, Cheng Bo chided: “Why should I care who’s back? I told you guys already, it’s got nothing to do with me whether you guys go or stay.
Don’t be an eyesore here!”

 

The youth: “…..”

The youth still wanted to say something, but Feng Ci patted him on the shoulder.
He walked forward and said slowly: “They’re all leaving, but you’re not going?” 

“I told you, I’m not—” Cheng Bo’s voice halted.
He turned his head: “You, you—”

Seeing his incredulous expression.
Feng Ci smiled.
Then he lowered his head to look at the weapons on his table: “There’s actually this many swords here.
Not bad, Cheng-Shixiong.”

LangFeng City didn’t equip outer disciples with their own swords; they had to buy it themselves.
Although most of the magic swords on the table were mid-lower quality, the monthly salary of an outer disciple was little; to save up this many wasn’t easy.

Feng Ci reached out, wanting to pick one up, but his hand was smacked away. 

“What are you doing? Don’t fiddle with them.” Cheng Bo still didn’t treat him with a good attitude: “Why are you back?”

Why was everyone asking this question?

He was an outer disciple.
Was returning to the outer disciples’ courtyard very strange?

Cheng Bo seemed to have thought of something and instructed the youth at the door: “Go outside and close the door securely.” 

The youth complied and left.
Cheng Bo finally suppressed his voice and said: “So the City Master is back?”

Feng Ci: “Probably.”

“Probably?”

“He flew too fast, I couldn’t catch up.” Feng Ci said honestly: “But before he left, he said he was returning.
Most likely, he’s already back.” 

“That’s good, that’s good……” Cheng Bo mumbled to himself and then swore quietly: “I just knew that the City Master wouldn’t abandon LangFeng City and ignore our plight.
Yet that group of bastards had planned to run away before the Immortal Alliance sieged up here.
A bunch of morons!”

Feng Ci felt a bit curious: “Everyone is packing their valuables, getting ready to run away, yet Cheng-Shixiong is here, selecting weapons.
What? Does Cheng-Shixiong plan to live and die with LangFeng City?”

Cheng Bo shifted his gaze away and said with a stiff neck: “What nonsense are you saying.
I just don’t want to be a deserter!”

Feng Ci gave a long and prolonged ‘Oh’. 

Cheng Bo ignored him and lowered his head to continue selecting an appropriate sword.

Feng Ci asked with a smile: “Is there nothing else you want to ask me? For example, what exactly happened in the Endless Valley or how’s the City Master?”

 

“Ling-Shixiong said the City Master suddenly went into a frenzy and injured a lot of people.
There are also people who say that he’s the murderer who has been slaughtering cultivation sects lately.” Cheng Bo pulled out a magic sword.
The light from the sword left a shadow imprint on his face: “I don’t believe a word of it.”

Feng Ci: “Why?” 

Cheng Bo said: “The City Master has an eccentric temperament.
Many people are afraid of him.
However, since he came to LangFeng City, he has never done any disservice to LangFeng City, nor any disservice to the cultivation world.
To say that he kills innocent people indiscriminately and slaughters fellow cultivators…… that’s all bullshit.”

“Ever since I was a child, my long-cherished wish has been to join LangFeng City.
Unfortunately, my innate qualifications are not enough.
After consuming so much time in the outer sect, I still haven’t passed the evaluation exams.
Nevertheless, even though I’m an outer sect member, I’m still a LangFeng City disciple.”

With a clank, Cheng Bo slid the sword back into its sheath: “Even if I’m the only one left, I wouldn’t abandon my sect without a care.”

Feng Ci quietly watched him. 

Cheng Bo was a pretty obstinate person.
This youth had firmly believed that Feng Ci entered LangFeng City through the back door.
Therefore, he had treated Feng Ci harshly, filled with hostility.
In actuality, it’s not necessarily true that he’s unable to discern Pei QianYue’s preferential treatment towards Feng Ci.
And it’s not like he didn’t know that if he were a bit more tactful and tried to flatter Feng Ci, perhaps he could get Feng Ci to put in a few good words for him.

But he didn’t.

He continued down his own path, persistent in his own views.

Yet once this kind of person decides to trust and willingly follow someone, they’re also unwaveringly loyal and staunch. 

Now this was a lot better than those sanctimonious cultivation geniuses.

“Hey, Cheng-Shixiong.” Feng Ci called out to him.

Cheng Bo turned around and saw something being thrown towards him.
He subconsciously caught it: “What the hell—”

Before the swear left his mouth completely, he stopped. 

Feng Ci had thrown over… a sword.
The body of the sword was made entirely of silver.
Despite being sheathed, he could still feel the abundant spiritual energy gathered inside.

This was a top quality magic sword.

Cheng Bo stammered: “You……”

“Before going to the Endless Valley, they gave that to me.
It can’t be considered a very personalized item, but it should be more useful than what you have here.” Feng Ci already walked to the door.
He waved lazily: “No need to thank me too much.
If you really want to thank me, don’t tell people to wake me up so bright and early next time.
I really can’t get up that early.” 

After saying this, he pushed the door open and walked out.

It was quite a while before Cheng Bo’s flustered voice could be heard traveling out from inside: “That’s so you can get up, get to work, and practice your skills.
So lazy, just how did the City Master take an interest in you?!”

 

Feng Ci laughed and walked away shaking his head.

That sword, Feng Ci had used before.
It contained his sword intent. 

If Cheng Bo could comprehend the sword intent inside it, he might have an unexpected breakthrough.

However, this all depended on his own fortunes.

Unable to find Pei QianYue, Feng Ci didn’t really have anywhere to go.
He decided to simply head back to his room and take a nap.
This nap of his, he slept a very long time, but it wasn’t too restful.
As he fell in and out of sleep, his head was filled with thoughts of the little snake baby.

After some unknown time passed, Feng Ci suddenly heard an extremely faint sound, like something shattering. 

Feng Ci opened his eyes.

The color of the sky outside was already pitch-black.
He pushed open the door and walked out.
He finally noticed that the courtyard was rowdy and noisy.
Everyone was standing around together.

In the sky, countless figures on flying swords came from all directions, darting by above their heads, leaving behind a faint afterimage.

“What’s going on? Isn’t there an Aerial Prohibition Seal? How did it get dispelled?!” 

“Only an inner sect member can operate the Aerial Prohibition Seal.
Don’t tell me, there’s a spy within the sect?!”

Talking all at once, the crowd caused a racket.
Feng Ci had a headache from the noise and randomly grabbed a person to make inquiries.

During the day, over 10 cultivation sects, with QingJing School and LingXiao Gates in the lead, delivered a letter demanding Pei QianYue to appear within three days and give everyone a proper explanation regarding what happened in the Endless Valley.

It’s said that after City Master Pei received the letter, he ripped it without even looking and declared to the Immortal Alliance: If you want to fight, then let’s fight.
LangFeng City will accompany you to the very end. 

That young disciple was so scared that he stammered while he spoke: “Didn’t they say they’d wait three days.
How come they’re coming in right now? I didn’t get a chance to leave the mountain yet……”

Feng Ci remained silent.

What the Six Sects wanted wasn’t some explanation.
Instead, it was the mystic texts in Pei QianYue’s hands.
They’re worried that the situation might change, so naturally they didn’t dare wait.

However…… This was indeed too fast. 

From the battle at the Endless Valley to now, it’s only been a day and a half.
In such a short period, they had gathered different sects and created a rebel army to assault LangFeng City.

Such organization and training, this preparation definitely wasn’t done overnight.

 

The plan had probably been brewing a very long time ago.
They were only missing a reason to deploy the troops.

Thus, the person that Pei QianYue killed in the Endless Valley, became the best excuse. 

With a slightly heavy look in his eyes, Feng Ci turned and walked out of the courtyard.

The disciples inside the courtyard were too worried about their own safety.
No one noticed when this youth left.

At this moment, LangFeng City was already chaotic.

After the Aerial Prohibition Seal was dispelled, the rebel army gained the ability to fly their swords directly inside the Sect.
As Feng Ci walked from the back mountains to the front, he could see disciples of various sects flying around everywhere.
There were battle marks left behind by different magic weapons, as well as injured disciples. 

On the mountain path, a teenager received a palm to the chest and spat out a huge mouthful of blood.

In front of him, a black-clothed sword cultivator stood there, holding a sword; his eyes were filled with contempt: “So LangFeng City disciples aren’t that impressive after all.
I have yet to find anyone who can fight on my way here.”

The youth’s sword landed right next to him.
With one hand pressed to his chest, he continued to attempt to retrieve his sword.

The black-clothed sword cultivator walked over.
With a cheerful smile on his face, he raised his sword and swung. 

Then stopped.

He turned around and looked.
Someone had grabbed the tip of his sword with two fingers.
The other person clearly didn’t utilize any spirit energy, but he still couldn’t move an inch.
The glow on the magic sword also dimmed slowly.

The delicate-looking youth gave him a slight smile, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes: “When he reaches your age, his swordsmanship might not be any less than yours.
Bullying a child… is not very fun, right?”

The black-clothed sword cultivator asked: “Who are you?!” 

“According to your words, I’m merely a not-very-impressive LangFeng City disciple.”

As Feng Ci said this, he gave a light shove.
The black-clothed sword cultivator, however, felt like he had been dealt a heavy blow.
Hastily, he backed up a few steps and bumped into a winter plum tree next to the road.

The snow on the branches fell, floating downwards airily into the bottomless valley behind him.

Feng Ci walked towards him. 

The black-clothed sword cultivator glanced at the abyss behind him and finally started to panic: “What are you trying to do? Let me tell you, Sect Leader Wen and Elder Cheng Chao have already sieged their way onto LinXian Terrace.
Pei QianYue shall die today, no doubt! Your LangFeng City is also finished!”

Feng Ci halted in his steps.

 

“Oh.
At LinXian Terrace huh.” Feng Ci said: “Many thanks.”

Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand and tapped the sword cultivator lightly on the neck.
The black-clothed cultivator collapsed flimsily and Feng Ci caught him by the back of his collar. 

With a casual throw, he tossed the man to the inner curb of the mountain path and then bent down to pick up the sword that the teenager had dropped.

“To a sword cultivator, the sword is more important than life.” Feng Ci handed the sword to him: “Keep a good grip on it.
Don’t drop it again.”

Feng Ci walked out of the teleportation array.

A heavily injured disciple laid to the side.
On the white jade stone steps, an eye-piercing scarlet flowed downwards slowly. 

Feng Ci looked up.
On LinXian Terrace, a dozen cultivators stood against the wind.
A golden magic array rotated at the center between them, releasing wild gales and brilliant rays of light.

Pei QianYue knelt on the ground on one knee.
His eyes were still covered by the piece of cloth that Feng Ci had tied personally for him.
However, the cloth was stained red with blood, which made his complexion even more snow white.

Gold chains rose out of the ground and separately locked down his four limbs and throat.
There were also two chains that ran directly through his back.

Pei QianYue’s brow was furrowed.
A trail of blood slowly seeped out from the corner of his lips. 

“Pei QianYue, you’ve never experience a taste of this Demon(妖) Imprisonment Talisman, have you?” Carrying his horsetail whisk, Cheng Chao held a golden talisman in his left hand.
With a slight squeeze of his hand, the chains within the magic array suddenly tightened.

“A mere lowly beast demon(妖), yet you still think you’re worthy of the Grandmaster QianQiu’s true inheritance.
Hand over the method to dispel LingWu Mountain’s magic arrays and I’ll end your misery!”

Pie QianYue with a low and hoarse voice: “……keep dreaming.”

Cheng Chao: “You’re asking for death—” 

“Elder Cheng Chao.” Holding a zither, Wen HuaiYu stood to the side and reminded: “You promised me.”

“I know.” A smile emerged on Cheng Chao’s aged, old face.
However, it was illuminated by the golden light of the array, which made it seem somewhat twisted and sinister: “I won’t kill him.
However, I can make him……wish.
he.
were.
dead.”

Squeezing the talisman paper in his hand, Cheng Chao recited an incantation.
He was just about to activate the magic array when suddenly a voice spoke up behind him: “Stop.”

This voice was very soft.
However, it accurately and unmistakably traveled into everyone’s ears. 

The crowd turned around.
A youth appeared at the bottom of the jade white stone steps.

The youth was still very young, with bright eyes and soft contours.
Anyone, who viewed this sight, would immediately feel that this was only a gentle and harmless young man.
Yet at this moment, under everyone’s gazes, he slowly walked up the white jade steps.

 

Which caused an ice-cold dread to emerge within the bottom of everyone’s hearts.

However, no one moved. 

No.
It’s— no one dared to move.

A shocking spiritual pressure descended from the skies and silently enveloped the entire LinXian Terrace.
This force crushed down so hard on everyone, they practically couldn’t breathe.

It was fury.

“Do you guys know the origins of this Demon(妖) Imprisonment Talisman?” Feng Ci’s expression was peaceful.
His voice was also faint.
However, every single word was extremely clear and distinct: “Back then, the demon(魔) clan ripped a hole in the human world, causing demon(魔) miasma to pour inside.
Countless living beings transformed into Yao(妖) upon touching it.
People couldn’t bare harming their fellow sect members and friends who had transformed into Yao(妖).
Therefore they created this Demon(妖) Imprisonment Talisman.
Though the name is imprisonment, it’s actually to protect.” 

While speaking, Feng Ci already walked up LinXian Terrace.

He raised his eyes and gazed heavily at Cheng Chao: “How dare you guys—”

Wen HuaiYu’s eyebrow twitched.
However, he didn’t have time to hold Cheng Chao back.
The old man violently waved his horsetail whisk.

Hundreds of thousands of silver wires transformed into sharp blades and shot towards the young man. 

However, they basically didn’t touch him.

The silver wires abruptly stopped less than half a centimeter in front of Feng Ci.
Immediately afterwards, the glow of the spiritual energy on the magic weapon slowly faded, starting from the tip of the weapon.
Then, like transforming into sand, the magic weapon turned into tiny particles little by little and blew away in the wind.

“Lu.
Jing.
Ming!” Cheng Chao yelled, eyes bulging in fury: “No, that’s not right.
Who are you?!”

Feng Ci didn’t answer.
He walked straight past Cheng Chao, stopped in front of the magic array, and gave it a light pat. 

The golden array shattered in response.

Cheng Chao’s strained voice sounded behind him: “Who exactly are you?!”

“You ask, who am I?” Feng Ci walked under a winter plum tree and finally looked back at him.

There was a wild gust of wind on LinXian Terrace.
The newly blossomed plum flowers were blown off the branches.
The pure white flower petals fell like snowflakes, but they couldn’t touch him at all.
Feng Ci started smiling.
That smile was bright and enchanting, but also bone-piercingly cold: “This Venerable One is—” 

He raised his hand and broke off a winter plum tree branch that had budding blossoms.
He spun it with a turn of his wrist and a surge of spirit energy gushed forth—

“QianQiu.”

 

In that instant, a golden light a hundred times purer than the previous magic array burst forth on LinXian Terrace.
The outpouring of light from the spiritual energy was like a swirling current, shooting upwards, straight into the sky.
The youth stood inside this whirlpool of spirit energy, holding the winter plum branch.
He gave a gentle wave of his hand.

The resulting sword energy shook the Heavens. 

That sword light illuminated the entirety of LinXian Terrace.
It also knocked over the dozen cultivators on LinXian Terrace, sending them rolling down the white jade stone steps wretchedly.

Except one person.

Cheng Chao.

The golden sword aura penetrated his chest.
Eyes opened wide, he started to bleed from every part of his body. 

This was the first time in his life that he was seeing his revered Grandmaster QianQiu.
It’s also the last.

Cheng Chao’s figure tiled backwards, —plummeting from the heights—, and fell off LinXian Terrace.

“That sword aura.
He’s—”

“Grandmaster QianQiu…… That’s Grandmaster QianQiu’s sword aura!” 

The light and commotion slowly dissipated.
Countless voices of shock, terror, and delight could be heard below LinXian Terrace.
Feng Ci only turned his head and looked towards the black-robed figure not far away.

Pei QianYue maintained his original posture, head lowered, not saying a word.

Feng Ci closed his eyes briefly, as if he was trying to use this action to suppress a certain emotion.

“Get up.” He said: “Stop acting.” 

The response he received was an extremely low and quiet laugh.

Pei QianYue slowly got up.
The instant that he got up, a huge navy-blue magic array appeared in the sky over LangFeng City.

The light of the spirit array fell down like torrential rain.
In a flash, everyone felt emptied of their strength and energy.
The magic weapons in their hands fell to the ground.
Very quickly, they couldn’t even stand properly anymore and toppled forward to the ground.

As if all living beings knelt and began bowing towards Feng Ci in worship. 

Between Heaven and Earth, only the LinXian Terrace avoided being affected by the magic array.

Pei QianYue walked towards Feng Ci.
He walked very slowly, step by step.
Under Feng Ci’s attentive gaze, he walked in front of him and knelt down on one knee.

 

There was still blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.
His lips were stained bright red, which made his smile display a spine-chilling kind of beauty.

Pei QianYue lowered his head, his voice incomparably gentle and pious: “Respectfully welcoming Master…… on your descent back into this world.” 

Feng Ci looked at him coldly.

After a long time, he said slowly: “That Demon(妖) Imprisonment Talisman, were you truly unable to break out of it?”

If it were a magic array created at the height of Feng Ci’s powers, Pei QianYue might have been completely helpless.
However, it wasn’t until the instant Feng Ci dispelled the array that he discovered Cheng Chao’s spiritual strength was only mid-upper.
This was a disparity as different as night and day to Pei QianYue.

If he wanted to resist, Cheng Chao wouldn’t have even had the opportunity to imprison him. 

Feng Ci asked quietly: “You were waiting for me?”

“If I didn’t do anything, you’d sit here and wait for death?” Feng Ci used the plum branch to lift Pei QianYue’s chin.
That branch still carried his roaring sword intent.
The sharp, severe sword aura instantly drew a cut on Pei QianYue’s cheek.

Fresh blood dripped down from his cheek, staining the white plum bud on the head of the branch red.

But Pei QianYue continued to smile.
His voice was extremely soft, but it sounded somewhat delighted: “Master wouldn’t bear it.” 

Feng Ci narrowed his eyes instantly.

Then, he also suddenly started laughing.

As he laughed, he leaned down and enunciated into Pei QianYue’s ear, word by word: “Pei QianYue, you are truly a lunatic.”

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