"You little rascal, how dare you make fun of your teacher." Bibi Dong shot little Xu Feng a glare, frightening him into promptly shutting his mouth.
But Bibi Dong was hardly someone to be trifled with. After little Xu Feng teased her with his cheeky words, she immediately reached out with her small hands, as smooth and delicate as jade-white scallion shoots, and pulled him against the softest part of her chest.
Smack!
"Will you dare tease your teacher again?"
Bibi Dong planted a hard kiss on him, immediately leaving a pink lip print on little Xu Feng's cheek.
"Teacher, I was wrong. I won't dare do it again."
"Hmph, only realizing that now? Too late."
Smack! Smack!
"Ah, Teacher, no! I really know I was wrong!"
Smack! Smack! Smack...
To an outsider, being kissed by Bibi Dong might have seemed like a dream come true, but Xu Feng did not see it that way. On the contrary, he found it agonizing.
Yes, utterly agonizing.
Xu Feng did not like Bibi Dong kissing him at all. It meant he had to wipe off her saliva; after all, he was a clean freak.
Xu Feng also disliked being held by her. The pressure was too great, and it was truly suffocating-not at all friendly to his breathing.
Still, however much Xu Feng suffered, Bibi Dong continued tormenting him for a long time. What made it worse was that he did not dare tug at her clothes as he had before, hoping to embarrass her and scare off the "enemy."
After all, Xu Feng had started it. He could only grit his teeth and endure the agony.
Elsewhere.
"Your Highness, if we head this way this time, we'll definitely catch the Saintess and her people."
A maid knelt on one knee before Qian Xunfeng and spoke respectfully.
This maid was the mole Qian Xunfeng had planted at the Saintess's side. She had left a colorless, odorless, traceable powder on the Saintess's carriage, so she could keep track of her whereabouts at all times.
"Hmph, that had better be the case."
Qian Xunfeng's expression was somewhat gloomy.
They had been following the Saintess in secret ever since she left Spirit Hall. He had even brought nearly ten Soul Saints ahead of her to lay an ambush, all to deny her any opportunity to resist and prevent her from having even the slightest chance to escape.
Yet every time he led his men to set an ambush, the Saintess immediately turned her carriage around and headed off in another direction, away from them.
Back and forth it went. He had already been played five times.
This feeling of being toyed with...
Was fucking stifling.
"Everyone, heed my command."
"Keep pursuing."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At Qian Xunfeng's command, several Soul Saints released their Martial Souls at once.
An arc, a tiger, a wolf, a saber, a sword...
Several streaks of light tore through the air.
"You, come here."
Qian Xunfeng stayed where he was, shifting his gaze toward a woman watched over by guards.
The woman had delicate features and a shapely figure, with curves in all the right places. She could be considered exceptionally beautiful among women, though, of course, compared with Bibi Dong, she was still a hundred and eight thousand miles behind.
Although her looks were not of the very highest caliber, her talent was excellent, already reaching seventy or eighty percent of Bibi Dong's. This woman was Hu Yue, a member of the Spirit Hall Golden Generation from three cohorts earlier.
"Yes, Your Highness."
At that moment, Hu Yue clenched her pearly teeth, her delicate hands balled into fists inside her sleeves, yet she still struggled to appear very respectful.
"You seem very dissatisfied with me?"
"I wouldn't dare."
"Does following me make you feel so wronged?"
Qian Xunfeng narrowed his eyes and lifted Hu Yue's chin slightly.
"I... I don't feel wronged." Hu Yue hurriedly suppressed the disgust in her expression. However sickened she felt by the man before her, she still forced a smile. "It's my honor to follow you."
"Is that so?"
Qian Xunfeng turned and stepped into the only carriage there, leaving behind words laden with meaning: "Then come inside and let me see just how deep your loyalty to me runs."
"..." Hu Yue's slender body trembled. Her hands clenched tighter inside her sleeves until her nails dug into her snow-white palms, the sharp pain bringing her somewhat back to her senses.
"Please wait a moment, Your Highness. I'll come inside right away."
Hu Yue hesitated again, but ultimately chose to go inside.
Once Hu Yue entered, all the carriage curtains were drawn shut.
At the same time, several guards began circling the carriage to stand watch, ensuring that no disturbance would trouble the people inside.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Then the carriage was pulled along, giving off sounds every so often. Perhaps they came from inside, or perhaps they were caused by the wheels striking the ground. Occasionally, muffled groans drifted out as well.
Hmm...
Someone's foot had probably been run over by a wheel.
Otherwise, they would not have cried out so miserably.
Soon, those Soul Saints arrived before Qian Xunfeng.
"Is everything ready?"
Qian Xunfeng stepped out of the carriage, straightening his slightly disheveled clothes as he did.
He now felt refreshed and utterly confident. Even much of the frustration from being repeatedly toyed with by the Saintess had dissipated.
"Your Highness, everything is ready."
One of the Soul Saints spoke respectfully to Qian Xunfeng.
"Very good."
Qian Xunfeng swept his gaze over the Soul Saints and guards and barked, "This time, you must capture the Saintess!"
"Yes, Your Highness!"
The Soul Saints answered in unison and quickly began concealing themselves. An ambush point was set in every direction. It was no exaggeration to say that if the Saintess dared come, they could capture her in an instant.
"Your Highness, what should we do with her?"
The undercover maid approached Qian Xunfeng and pointed at the carriage.
"Take her away. Don't leave her here getting in the way."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The undercover maid accepted the order and drove the carriage away. As it left, however, faint sobbing could be heard from within, carrying despair, helplessness, sorrow, resentment...
All those emotions mingled together, making it deeply unpleasant to hear. But the sobbing was very quiet, so quiet that...
Perhaps only Hu Yue herself could hear it clearly.
"Hmph, little bitch. You refused the toast only to drink the punishment wine."
Qian Xunfeng glanced in the direction Hu Yue had left, then sighed. "What a pity. Those hundred million gifts inside me were meant for the Saintess, but you ended up taking them first. Oh well, I'll have more in a while."
At the thought of capturing the Saintess shortly, Qian Xunfeng's excitement immediately surged.
Almost no one in all of Spirit Hall knew that he practiced a method that allowed him to raise his Soul Power faster simply by dual cultivating with extraordinarily talented women. Moreover, the improvement was entirely one-sided; he did not need to pay any price.
That was why he had approached Hu Yue, a member of the Spirit Hall Golden Generation from three cohorts earlier. Given his status, Hu Yue did not dare refuse. If she showed any resistance, a single command from him could immediately wipe out the entire Hu Family.
Of course, threatening Hu Yue with her entire family was not a foolproof plan for Qian Xunfeng. After all, the Hu Family possessed a certain amount of influence. Destroying them without leaving a trace, eliminating all future trouble, was impossible. If word got out, his reputation would be completely ruined, and the position of Supreme Pontiff would be forever beyond his reach.
So Qian Xunfeng had deliberately searched for Hu Yue's weakness. He found a little girl-someone Hu Yue would endure humiliation and submit to him for, rather than allow that little girl to suffer even the slightest injustice.
(End of chapter)
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