“Damn it! Damn it!” Qin Feng furiously smashed everything in the room, his eyes bloodshot.
Inside the bracelet, Elder Qing appeared in spirit form, frowning as he sighed helplessly.
“Victory and defeat are common in battle. Besides, you only won against Huan Xisha last time because of me,” Elder Qing said, waving his hand to sweep aside all the broken items in the room.
“But this time, it was all because of that damn Xu Linxiu! If he hadn’t forced me to announce the duel time in front of everyone, I wouldn’t have…” Qin Feng turned his head, but when he saw Elder Qing’s deeply furrowed brows, he shut his mouth and calmed down a bit.
“Sorry, Elder Qing…”
Hearing his words, Elder Qing stroked his white beard and sighed again. “You shouldn’t be apologizing to me. The one you should apologize to is that little girl.”
With that, Elder Qing returned to the bracelet.
Qin Feng frowned. Apologize to An Youxi? Forget it… fine, he’d do as Elder Qing said. After all, he did go too far that day.
This was all… that damn Xu Linxiu’s fault! It was all because of him!
Qin Feng left his cave residence and headed toward An Youxi’s cave residence…
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Early the next morning, after Xu Linxiu informed Xu Guoan that he planned to take Song Wanci ahead of schedule to the secret realm, Xu Guoan smiled brightly and said he would personally inform the Sect Master.
Xu Linxiu happily ran off to find Song Wanci.
From afar, he saw Yun Yan and Song Wanci standing together at the entrance.
“Wanci, Elder Yun,” Xu Linxiu greeted, then looked at Song Wanci with a smile. “Have you had breakfast?”
Song Wanci paused, then shook her head.
Yun Yan glanced at her before turning her gaze away indifferently.
“Hahaha, perfect! These meat pies are amazing! They’re made by a junior brother who runs a stall in the plaza. I bet you haven’t tried them yet.” Xu Linxiu took a steaming meat pie from his storage ring and handed it to Song Wanci.
She accepted it and took a small bite. Under Xu Linxiu’s expectant gaze, she looked up and softly said, “Delicious.”
Xu Linxiu scratched his head and grinned like a fool.
“Xu Linxiu, I’m entrusting Wanci to you on this trip to the secret realm,” Yun Yan said seriously.
“Don’t worry, I’ll protect her!” Xu Linxiu said as he took out another meat pie and started eating. Get faster updates on g.com.
Yun Yan nodded, then glanced at Song Wanci, who was nibbling slowly, and sighed. “Your master is hungry too. Give me that meat pie,” Yun Yan said expressionlessly, holding out her hand.
Song Wanci avoided her, then took some portable breakfast from her storage ring and offered it instead.
Yun Yan slapped the items back with annoyance. “Whatever,” she said before vanishing with a flash.
Xu Linxiu scratched his head, unable to make sense of what just happened…
Why didn’t Yun Yan want the portable food Song Wanci offered from her ring?
[Is it possible that they already had breakfast together, my foolish host?]
Xu Linxiu blinked, then suddenly widened his eyes.
He turned to take the meat pie back from Song Wanci—only to find that she had already finished it at some point.
“Stup—” Xu Linxiu wanted to call her an idiot, but when the words reached his mouth, he just couldn’t bring himself to say it.
“Forget it, let’s go.” Xu Linxiu laughed heartily and cheerfully as always.
The two of them began walking slowly toward the mountain gate.
Xu Linxiu chatted casually as they walked, and Song Wanci quietly followed, silently listening to his words.
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Falling Origin City…
The usually quiet streets had suddenly become lively these past few days.
“Did you hear? Apparently some secret realm is about to open near the city, so all those cultivators from the mountains are staying in Falling Origin City.”
Xu Linxiu had already heard countless similar rumors.
He shut the window and put away his tea cup. “Wanci, it’s almost time for the secret realm to open.”
Song Wanci held a needle and thread, busy with something unknown. Upon hearing him, she looked up and nodded.
“Who knows how many sects will come, but those people aren’t worth worrying about. We’ll just take what belongs to us,” Xu Linxiu said as he lay down on the bed, hands folded behind his head, fingers spread to block the slightly blinding light.
“Out of the way, out of the way!” a coarse shout echoed from downstairs.
Xu Linxiu and Song Wanci looked at each other, curious about the commotion below.
“Immortal Master, we really don’t have any more rooms available,” the innkeeper’s voice sounded almost tearful.
Hearing this, Xu Linxiu looked at Song Wanci again and asked tentatively, “Dragonfang Sect… isn’t that the one whose cultivation technique turns them into half-human, half-monster freaks, and they still claim to be dragons?”
Song Wanci nodded and pointed toward the door.
Xu Linxiu focused and saw that the Dragonfang Sect members had already come up to the second floor.
“I’ll count to three. I don’t care which sect you’re from or who supports you—get out, all of you!” a Dragonfang Sect disciple shouted, his voice echoing through the corridor and every room.
“Friends of Dragonfang Sect, when traveling, one should treat others with courtesy. Didn’t your Sect Master teach you that?”
Just as Xu Linxiu was about to open the door, he paused.
A woman’s voice sounded from the hallway, dignified and calm.
Xu Linxiu slowly retracted his hand from the doorknob.
“And who the hell are you?” the Dragonfang Sect disciple shouted back.
“Holy Moon Sect, Gu Xiyan,” she said, clearly and firmly.
She had arrived! One of the child of destiny’s fated companions. The Holy Moon Sect saintees… Gu Xiyan!
Xu Linxiu stroked his chin, listening to the terrified Dragonfang Sect members outside begging for mercy while thinking about the upcoming plot.
The three major sects of the Western Region: the Holy Moon Sect that cultivated by absorbing moonlight, the Azure Cloud Sword Sect known for its deadly Azure Cloud Sword Technique, and the Four Symbols Sect famed for their mastery of fate and prophecy.
That’s why Dragonfang Sect was scared out of their minds.
And why did someone from Dragonfang Sect act so recklessly? Obviously, someone behind the scenes wanted to test which sects had come for the secret realm…
“If you cause trouble again before the secret realm opens, I’ll kill you,” Gu Xiyan’s voice cut through Xu Linxiu’s thoughts.
“Thank you! Thank you!” Then came the sound of frantic scrambling.
Xu Linxiu stopped listening and returned to his seat, falling into deep thought…
It seemed Falling Origin City wouldn’t be peaceful.
Soon, the main sect parties would arrive…
And the plot around Qin Feng, the protagonist, was about to begin!
As for himself—the villain—perhaps it was time to make his move…