At this moment, An San hurriedly returned to Wang Fu with a young woman.
He pushed open the door: “Master, on my way back, I encountered Song Shenyi’s daughter being bullied and took the liberty of bringing her back.”
Nangong Li’s expression was cold and stern, devoid of any emotion, as he warned: “Song Shenyi will be returning soon! You may stay for now and leave once the Divine Physician returns. During this time, you must behave properly.
An San, have the housekeeper assign two maidservants to attend to her.”
“Yes!”
Song Zhiyi was overjoyed: “Thank you, Your Highness!”
An San reminded Song Zhiyi: “Miss Song, please follow me.”
The two left…
Nangong Li’s voice was icy: “An Yi, have someone monitor her every move. Make sure she isn’t a spy sent by someone with ulterior motives.
Song Shenyi went to Nanzhao Guo to gather herbs for this prince and should return in three months. She can leave with the Divine Physician then.
If she develops any improper intentions during this time and brings about her own demise, she cannot blame us for being merciless!”
“Yes!”
…………
Time passed swiftly, and the years hurried by.
Feng Qianqian had already spent over a year in Cold Pool Secluded Valley.
With her photographic memory and relentless effort, she had mastered all the martial arts recorded in the books from the chest and could apply them with ease.
For the mountain forest, her arrival was nothing short of a disaster for the animals.
She understood the language of beasts and became the king of animals.
The tiger, initially quite imposing and wanting to eat her, never expected to be poisoned by her.
With each dose of poison, that tiger would sleep for ten days to half a month.
Gradually, no animal dared to provoke her.
No one had come here for over a hundred years, and there were countless rare medicinal herbs. In her spare time, Feng Qianqian would go up the mountain to gather herbs.
The animals in the forest eagerly awaited the day this enchantress would leave Youming Hantan.
Little White Fox told them: “Don’t worry, she’ll leave once she learns everything.”
They hoped day and night that Feng Qianqian would quickly master the martial arts.
At this moment, Feng Qianqian sat on the sofa, one hand stroking Little White Fox’s fur.
“Little Fox, I’m really a bit reluctant to leave this place. Although it’s a bit harsh here, it’s also joyful.
Returning means falling into a den of wolves. Those people devour others without spitting out the bones, showing no humanity at all.
But I must go back for revenge. Those who harmed me—none of them will live.
I want to slowly torment them to death. Death itself isn’t terrifying; what’s terrifying is a fate worse than death.
Little Fox, I’ll keep you in my dimensional space from now on.
With your beautiful fur, I’m afraid they might skin you for a white fur collar when I’m not around.”
Little White Fox shivered in fear: “Humans are truly terrifying, Master. To save my life, dye my fur black.”
A slight smile curled at Feng Qianqian’s lips: “You’re a fox. Black fur is just as coveted. They’d still skin you.”
Little White Fox was speechless. Having spent every day with Feng Qianqian, it had developed feelings for her and didn’t want to leave.
But humans were too frightening—they would skin it alive. Staying here was better, at least it was safe.
It lowered its head and chirped a few times, “I’d rather stay here. I’ve survived for centuries; I don’t want to lose my life the moment I step out.”
Feng Qianqian didn’t want to scare it further, “Don’t worry, once we eliminate all those enemies, you’ll be safe!”
Little Fox quickly said: “Master, you must get rid of them quickly. Whoever you want me to bite to death, I’ll show no mercy.”
Feng Qianqian nodded: “We’ll raise some big dogs in our courtyard. If any unsavory characters try to enter, give the order to have them bitten half to death.”
Little White Fox was delighted to hear this.
The items Ancestor Yunqing had given Feng Qianqian were all stored away in her dimensional space.
Feng Qianqian approached Ancestor Yunqing’s stone tablet, knelt down, and kowtowed three times: “Master, I’m leaving now with the little fox. I’ll come back to visit you when I have the chance.”
She glanced around and sighed, feeling a pang of reluctance.
“Little White Fox, how do we get out?”
The Little White Fox looked toward the mountaintop. “Master, follow me.”
They arrived at a nearby cave entrance. “Press that mechanism, and we can enter the cave. From here, we can walk out.”
Feng Qianqian did as the little fox instructed, and so, the girl and the fox walked out of the cave.
Just over a hundred meters after leaving the cave, they heard a rumbling sound from behind.
Instantly, the cave collapsed, and the mountain gate was crushed beyond recognition.
“Little fox, how did this happen?”
“This was designed by the Ancestor. You have completed your training, so there’s no need to return.”
Feng Qianqian’s heart ached, her eyes reddened, and tears fell as she murmured in a low voice, “Ancestor, I will live up to your expectations.”
With that, she waved her hand, and the Little White Fox entered the dimensional space.
The dimensional space was no stranger to the little fox—it rested there every night.
Feng Qianqian looked at her Micaifu and muttered to herself, “I really need to buy a set of robes. These clothes are completely out of place.”
After crossing over and waking up in a coffin, then disappearing for over a year…
They began walking down the mountain…
…………
On the Guandao
A band of mountain bandits marched forward, numbering around eighty or ninety.
Leading them was a man riding a tall horse—a thin, blue-faced man with an exceptionally long face.
He had a pair of triangular eyes, and a fleshy growth the size of a bowl’s bottom protruded from his temple, making his appearance utterly repulsive.
Approaching him were four people: an elderly couple and their teenage son and daughter, around fifteen or sixteen years old.
Each carried a bundle on their back and leaned on a wooden staff.
Their clothes were faded from washing, patched and repatched.
Their lips were chapped and cracked; the old woman moistened hers with her tongue.
Though the girl wore simple cloth garments and her face was smudged with dirt, she was strikingly beautiful, with willow-leaf eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, quite charming.
Triangular Eyes narrowed his eyes, reined in his horse, and casually swung one leg over the saddle.
He looked the approaching girl up and down, lust gleaming in his eyes.
His voice was hoarse: “Never thought I’d come across such a fine piece in this godforsaken place, with no village ahead and no inn behind. Tonight, I’ll have someone to warm my bed.”
He let out a few wild laughs.
“Brothers, here’s a beauty. I’ve taken a liking to her. What do you say we do?”
“Take her back to be the fortress mistress!” the bandits clamored.
Triangular Eyes curled his lips, nimbly dismounted.
Without caring whether the girl was willing, he forcibly picked her up, leaped back onto his horse, and pinned her in his arms.
The young girl refused to submit, struggling fiercely and crying out, “Let me go! Let me go!
Father! Mother! Save me!”
Triangular Eyes furrowed his brows, his eyes turning even more sinister as anger twisted his face. “You don’t know what’s good for you!
Being chosen by me is your good fortune, yet you don’t appreciate it.
If you don’t comply, I’ll kill your family.”
With that, he jumped off his horse and swung his blade at the young man. The man couldn’t dodge in time and was slashed on the calf, blood immediately gushing out.
“Tong’er! Tong’er!”
The two elderly people were startled, then immediately reacted, rushing toward their son.
Triangular Eyes brandished his large blade and charged straight at the old man.
The young woman on horseback wept and pleaded, “Please spare my parents, I beg you. I’ll go with you, I’ll do anything, just let them go.”
System: [Host, system mission: eliminate the bandits one kilometer to the nine o’clock direction to earn 20,000 points.]