A Confession Encountered on the Road

Bing Ling kept his word. Since he said he would practice swordsmanship and spar with Feng Wuhen, he asked Chu Moqing to get him a wooden sword.

Every morning when Feng Wuhen practiced his swordsmanship, he practiced beside him as well. However, since he was not pursuing the utmost heights of sword cultivation, he only did half as much as Feng Wuhen. Even so, it left him slumped on the ground in exhaustion.

Still, his cultivation was ultimately higher than Feng Wuhen's. After resting for a while, he would be lively and kicking again, even able to go to the Dining Hall to fetch Feng Wuhen's breakfast.

After doing this for several days, a disciple who knew Bing Ling could not help approaching him while he was picking up breakfast. "Bing Ling, haven't you grown tired of the Dining Hall's food? Why have you been coming here every day lately, and packing so much food to take back every time?"

Bing Ling saw that it was a disciple he knew, and his food was not ready yet anyway. He was bored, so when someone came to chat and relieve his boredom, he began talking with him.

"I'm getting food for my junior brother, Little Fengfeng. Momo arranged a whole lot of training for him. Every day, the moment dawn breaks, he has to get up and swing his sword ten thousand times.

After breakfast, he reads the Cultivation Guide and other books about heavenly treasures and earthly wonders in the cultivation world, then rests for a while.

Once he has rested enough, he has to hold a several-hundred-jin stone lock in one hand while maintaining a horse stance. At first, he only had to do it for one shichen. Later, Momo saw that Junior Brother had adapted well, so he increased the time. Now it has become one and a half shichen.

Only after finishing all that can he eat lunch. After lunch, he has to practice sword techniques. Originally, he was only meant to familiarize himself with them in advance, but Little Fengfeng's comprehension is too good. After looking at them only a few times, he could already perform an entire sword technique, though he was still somewhat rusty.

Once he finishes practicing sword techniques, he starts practicing movement techniques, all the way until evening.

After dinner, he begins cultivating spiritual power. He is busy beyond belief every day, but the results are obvious—he is already at the Qi Refining Sixth Layer."

As Bing Ling answered, quite a few people gathered around. They were all curious about Feng Wuhen, whom they had never met and had only heard possessed exceptionally high talent.

Over the past few days, they had watched Bing Ling come every day to fetch food for him and had formed a rather poor impression of him. They thought this person was too arrogant, actually making Bing Ling run errands for him.

But after hearing Bing Ling's explanation, they all felt both admiration and pity for Feng Wuhen. Not one of them thought him arrogant anymore.

If they trained every day like Feng Wuhen did, they would be exhausted to death within two days. To persist for so many days truly made him a tough man.

Moreover, according to Bing Ling, that senior brother's talent was truly astonishing. He had only entered the sect seven days ago, yet he was already at the Qi Refining Sixth Layer and had grasped a complete sword technique and movement technique.

If they could master one sword technique in seven days, that alone would be enough for them to boast about.

Yet this senior brother had not only never shown off, but was continuing to work hard. It truly made them ashamed.

"Junior Brother Feng works so hard. We can't lose to him either. When I get back, I'll cultivate diligently and strive to form a Golden Core as soon as possible."

The other disciples also scattered one after another, deciding that once they returned, they would work twice as hard. The disciple who had spoken with Bing Ling had walked halfway away when he suddenly remembered there was something else he had forgotten to tell him. He turned back to ask Bing Ling to pass it on to Feng Wuhen.

"Look at this brain of mine—I forgot something so important. Bing Ling, when I passed by the Merit Hall just now, the elder there asked me to run an errand and tell Senior Brother Feng Wuhen that his disciple token and disciple robes are ready. He should go down and collect them."

Bing Ling was carrying the food box and about to leave. Upon hearing this, he nodded to show that he had remembered.

"I'll tell Little Fengfeng when I get back. Thank you for bringing us this news. These two fruits are for you."

Bing Ling took two Redwood Fruits from his robe and handed them to the disciple. The disciple had not wanted to accept them, but Bing Ling forcibly stuffed them into his mouth. Now, even if he wanted to return them, he could not.

After Feng Wuhen finished breakfast, Bing Ling told him what the disciple had asked him to pass on. He also planned to accompany Feng Wuhen to the Merit Hall to collect his disciple token and robes.

After several days of training, Feng Wuhen had become even more handsome than when he first entered the sect.

Bing Ling had previously said he was sallow and emaciated, but now his skin was fair and tender enough to pinch water from it. Because he had been eating well, he had grown noticeably taller too. It was precisely the time for new clothes.

Thus, after breakfast, the two left Nine Heavens Peak together. Feng Wuhen followed Bing Ling to the Merit Hall and collected his disciple token and robes.

Bing Ling urged him to put on the moon-white disciple robes first. Feng Wuhen borrowed an empty room in the Merit Hall and changed into them.

Bing Ling looked at Feng Wuhen in his moon-white disciple robes, gave him a thumbs-up, and praised, "As expected of my junior brother. With that face, once you grow up, you'll definitely ascend to first place on the Cultivation World Beauty Ranking."

The other disciples receiving missions there all nodded in agreement with Bing Ling's words.

Clad in moon-white disciple robes, Feng Wuhen was like a bright moon hanging high in the night sky—clear and tranquil, with a trace of the open, carefree grace of a fresh breeze.

The bell ornament in his hair chimed sweetly with every movement. When he turned back and smiled at them, they finally understood what it meant to feel as though bathed in a spring breeze.

Even after the two had left the Merit Hall, those people had yet to recover their senses, foolishly staring in the direction Feng Wuhen had gone.

After Feng Wuhen and Bing Ling left, they were about to return to Nine Heavens Peak. But as they passed the Martial Arts Arena, they saw a crowd gathered there.

Seeing so many people clustered together, Bing Ling figured there was something entertaining to watch. He pulled Feng Wuhen over and squeezed into the crowd.

After pushing through the crowd and reaching the front, they saw a burly male cultivator confessing to a sweet-looking female cultivator.

Bing Ling knew both of them. One was the body cultivator Wu Wenshan, while the female cultivator was the sound cultivator Tian Yuxin.

He introduced them to Feng Wuhen. "Little Fengfeng, the one confessing is called Wu Wenshan, and the one being confessed to is Tian Yuxin.

They entered Mount Grand Mystery thirty years ago, and both have now reached the Golden Core Realm. One is at the Golden Core Middle Stage, and the other is at the Golden Core Early Stage.

Wu Wenshan has liked Tian Yuxin for over twenty years, but he never dared confess. I wonder why he suddenly decided to do so today."

Feng Wuhen looked at each of them once and understood why. He began grumbling inwardly.

What else could a sudden confession be for? Tian Yuxin is pregnant, and the child she carries is not Wu Wenshan's.

Everyone watching, as well as the one confessing and the one being confessed to, heard that voice.

They all looked around at the people beside them, trying to see who had said such earth-shattering words. Yet after searching for a long time, they could not find anyone speaking.

*They are both devoted people, but alas, they met the wrong person and were treated as nothing more than entertainment.

While Tian Yuxin was out gaining experience, she fell in love with someone else. She thought they loved each other, but in truth, he merely treated her as a bedwarming lover. He had long since had a wife and children.*