Qian Renxue's Showdown! Qin Feng Is Stunned!

"Tang San."

A low, hoarse voice suddenly rang in Tang San's ear.

The others in the room seemed not to have heard it at all; only Tang San's body jolted.

He raised his head and looked toward the pitch-black alley outside the window.

A tall figure wearing a tattered cloak stood there like a ghost.

It was his father, Tang Hao.

Tang San stood up, a flash of ruthless cold light crossing his eyes.

"Dad."

He recited silently in his heart.

Tang Hao's voice came again, carrying a suppressed fury and killing intent.

"That spirit bone."

"It is your possession."

"No one can snatch away what belongs to our Tang family."

"Go, take it back."

Tang San nodded heavily and clenched his fists.

Outside Heaven Dou City, Blue Wave Lake.

The surface of the lake was like a mirror, occasionally brushed by a light breeze that stirred up layers of fine ripples.

Under the weeping willows on the bank, two lounge chairs were placed side by side with an exquisitely crafted small stove set between them, warming a pot of wine that filled the air with its fragrance.

Qin Feng held a fishing rod, leaning back against the chair in a languid manner, his eyes half-closed as he stared at the float on the lake.

Beside him, Xue Qinghe, dressed in casual attire, also held a fishing rod, though those clear eyes were not on the water, but instead glanced at Qin Feng from time to time.

"Teacher Qin, I studied that collection of theories all night yesterday, Qinghe did."

Xue Qinghe broke the silence, his tone filled with sincere admiration.

"The Martial Soul Mimicry Evolution Theory within it is simply unheard of; by cultivating along that path, I feel that the bottleneck which has troubled me for so long is finally showing signs of loosening."

Qin Feng casually picked up the wine pot, poured a cup for himself, and filled one for Xue Qinghe as well.

"That is only natural. Since I have taken you as a student, I must provide some real substance."

"Come, let's have a drink."

Qin Feng raised his wine cup.

Xue Qinghe hurriedly picked up his cup, and the two clinked them lightly before downing the contents in one gulp.

As the liquor went down his throat, a faint flush appeared on his face. Xue Qinghe watched Qin Feng's nonchalant demeanor, and the desire to probe deeper into this man grew even stronger in his heart.

This person clearly possessed talent and strength capable of shaking the entire continent, yet he insisted on acting like a common street rogue.

Qin Feng set down his cup, leaned forward slightly, and quite naturally reached out his right hand, slapping it heavily onto Xue Qinghe's chest.

"It's all in the wine; from now on, we're good brothers."

"If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me anytime."

Smack!

The slap landed solidly.

The smile on Xue Qinghe's face froze instantly.

A strange electric current surged from his chest throughout his entire body; the sensation made him tremble, and the fishing rod in his hand nearly slipped away.

Although he used a top-tier disguise Soul Tool to perfectly mask his figure as a man, even adjusting the tactile sensations, this did not mean his actual physical senses had vanished.

Qin Feng's strike had landed squarely on a place that should not have been touched.

Despite all his precautions, he never expected this to happen.

Xue Qinghe's body went rigid, his breathing stalling for a half-beat.

Qin Feng seemed completely oblivious to the other's abnormality; he retracted his hand, gave a few empty grabs in the air, and looked at Xue Qinghe with a face full of surprise.

"Your Highness, what is wrong?"

"Why is your face so red? This wine isn't that strong, is it?"

Xue Qinghe took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shame, anger, and panic in his heart, and stammered:

"It's... it's nothing."

"Perhaps the wind by the lake is a bit chilly; I'm just not used to it."

Qin Feng chuckled, his gaze sweeping unscrupulously across Xue Qinghe's chest.

"Doesn't feel like it."

"Looks like you've put in quite a bit of effort into your training."

Hearing these words that bordered on teasing, the tips of Xue Qinghe's ears turned bright red.

This guy was absolutely doing it on purpose!

Qin Feng didn't wait for Xue Qinghe to respond; he raised his hand once more, making a gesture as if to pat that spot again.

"Come, come, let your teacher check again."

Seeing that large hand descending once more.

Xue Qinghe could no longer keep up the act; he hurriedly shrank back, raising his hands to block his chest.

"Teacher Qin! You mustn't!"

Qin Feng's hand stopped in mid-air, his face full of feigned innocence.

"What's wrong? What's the matter between us men? We're buddies, why be so formal?"

"Or does His Highness the Crown Prince look down on a Viscount like me?"

Xue Qinghe bit his lip, his heart filled with a mix of shame and anger.

He was a woman!

Moreover, he knew very well that Qin Feng had long since exposed his identity in his diary.

This guy knew perfectly well that he was Qian Renxue, knew he was a woman disguised as a man, yet he still used the excuse of being "buddies" to get handsy.

Simply shameless!

If this continued, and Qin Feng kept using "buddies" as an excuse to pat him, should he resist or not?

To resist would be to look down on his teacher, but not to resist... did he, Qian Renxue, still want his purity?

Thinking of this, Xue Qinghe's gaze shifted rapidly.

Rather than being taken advantage of by this slow torture, it would be better to just lay his cards on the table.

Since he already knew his identity, revealing it himself might actually allow him to seize the initiative and leave the other with no excuse to act out.

Although confessing his identity to a man was somewhat shameful, and even went against his original intention of lurking for so many years.

But facing a guy like Qin Feng who didn't play by the rules, conventional methods were useless.

Xue Qinghe set down his wine glass, stood up, and looked at Qin Feng with a burning gaze.

"Qin Feng, there is actually something I have been keeping from you."

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow and stood up as well, his face still wearing that playful, cynical smile.

"What is it? Does Your Highness want to say that you actually owe me a lot of money?"

Xue Qinghe ignored his wisecracks, took a deep breath, and his voice turned somewhat low.

"I am not Xue Qinghe."

"I am Qian Renxue."

"The daughter of the Martial Soul Hall Pope, Bibi Dong."

After saying this, Xue Qinghe stared fixedly into Qin Feng's eyes, wanting to see his reaction.

The expression on Qin Feng's face instantly became incredibly colorful.

His eyes widened like copper bells, his mouth slightly agape, looking as if he had been struck by lightning.

"What?!"

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, you are a woman?"

"And you're Bibi Dong's daughter? That legendary Saintess of Martial Soul Hall?"

As Qin Feng spoke, he exaggeratedly circled around Xue Qinghe twice, clicking his tongue in wonder.

"My god, if this news got out, the entire Heaven Dou Empire would explode!"

"The Crown Prince is actually a broad... no, a beauty?"

In truth, Qin Feng was indeed quite shocked.

He wasn't shocked by Qian Renxue's identity, but rather that this little vixen had actually taken the initiative to lay her cards on the table with him.

According to the original plot, or normal logic, shouldn't Qian Renxue have kept this secret under lock and key?

How did she crack after just two pats from him?

This plot progression was a bit off.