Chapter 17: Why Are You Being So Mean to Me?

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Leng Feng held the bamboo sword and swung it once, causing Hen Quexi to quickly pull back the hand she was about to use to mess with his handsome face. Although the bamboo sword wasn’t very sharp, a strike on the hand still stung quite a bit.

Hen Quexi earnestly offered Leng Feng some advice. Since she couldn’t pull at Leng Feng’s face, she demonstrated on her own—smiling brilliantly, radiantly. Yet under Leng Feng’s cold, unwavering gaze, Hen Quexi had to admit that her smile was somewhat forced.

“Fine, fine. Since you’re willing to be like your master, just an old dead man, then go ahead and be one! Humph!” Hen Quexi retorted with a sour tone.

But deep inside, she clenched her fist silently. Hen Quexi believed she had no lofty ambitions, just a damn fondness for idling through life. Still, she had her temper—a stubborn wish for things she wanted to see but hadn’t yet achieved.

For instance, right now, Leng Feng wasn’t smiling! In her heart, Hen Quexi quietly resolved that from now on, whenever she had the time, she would come over properly to tease—no, to discipline him! Yes, to train Leng Feng to wear a scholar’s robe, holding a folding fan, with that handsome face always adorned by a gentle smile.

Ha! This would become Hen Quexi’s second must-fulfill wish for her idle life.

Seeing Leng Feng’s stern expression, Hen Quexi chuckled to herself. Yet with that mischievous smile, although Leng Feng maintained a solemn look, he felt a bit unsettled. He didn’t know what trick Hen Quexi was about to use to trouble him next.

“The sky’s getting late. You can leave now!” Leng Feng swung the bamboo sword in a cutting motion toward Hen Quexi, startling her.

Seeing this, she headed toward the exit of the Bitter Bamboo Forest, muttering under her breath, “Fine, I’ll leave! What’s so great about it? Using a bamboo sword to scare people—how annoying! Humph!”

Spitting once, she cast a sly, lingering glance back every few steps, then slowly walked away.

Though on guard, when she finally disappeared around the bend, Leng Feng let out a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to turn and check on his master inside the main hall...

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The figure in front of him flickered, and with a whoosh, Hen Quexi appeared again before Leng Feng.

“Hen Quexi, have you had enough fun? If so, then get lost immediately!” Leng Feng’s face darkened completely. With excellent talent at such a young age, he had already reached the rank of an eight-star martial artist, just a step away from becoming a formidable warrior of the region.

Dealing with a powerless little girl like Hen Quexi was no challenge at all. However, he had heard from Elder Wuming that a strong protector guarded Hen Quexi. Also, he believed she was more mischievous than malicious.

That was why Leng Feng tolerated her again and again. He would never admit that he was actually, as Hen Quexi said, a man who judged by appearances. He didn’t want to admit it, not wanting to hurt this sprite-like girl in the wild.

“Why so fierce? I just thought of a tiny, tiny question and came back to ask you, that’s all! If you don’t want to answer, fine, but no need to be so harsh—boo hoo!”

Leng Feng raised the bamboo sword and swung it again, making Hen Quexi quickly retract the hand she was about to use to mess with his handsome face. Although the bamboo sword wasn’t lethal, a strike on the hand still hurt.

Hen Quexi seriously suggested to Leng Feng that since she couldn’t pull his face, she’d demonstrate on her own with a bright, radiant smile! But under Leng Feng’s cold, fixed stare, she had to admit her smile was somewhat fake.

“Enough, enough. Since you want to be like your master, just an old dead man, then go ahead and be one! Humph!” Hen Quexi snapped back irritably.

Yet inside, she clenched her fist silently. She believed she had no ambitions, just a damn liking for a lazy life. Still, she had a temper—a stubborn wish for things she wanted to see but hadn’t yet realized.

Like now, Leng Feng wasn’t smiling! Hen Quexi quietly made up her mind: whenever she had time, she would come by to tease—no, to discipline him properly! To train Leng Feng into a scholar wearing robes, holding a folding fan, with that handsome face always carrying a warm smile.

Ha! This would become Hen Quexi’s second must-achieve wish for her idle life.

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Seeing Leng Feng’s stern face, Hen Quexi chuckled quietly. With that mischievous smile, although Leng Feng kept a solemn expression, he felt a bit uneasy. He didn’t know what scheme Hen Quexi had cooked up this time to trouble him.

“It’s getting late. You can leave now!” Leng Feng swung the bamboo sword in a cutting motion toward Hen Quexi, startling her.

Seeing this, she headed toward the exit of the Bitter Bamboo Forest, muttering, “Fine, I’ll leave! What’s so great about it? Using a bamboo sword to scare people—how annoying! Humph!”

Spitting once, she cast a sly glance back every few steps, then slowly walked away.

Though wary, when he saw Hen Quexi’s figure about to turn the corner and leave, Leng Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to turn and check on his master inside the main hall...

The figure flickered again, and with a whoosh, Hen Quexi reappeared before him.

“Hen Quexi, have you had enough fun? If so, then get lost immediately!” Leng Feng’s face darkened fully. With excellent talent at such a young age, he had already reached the rank of an eight-star martial artist, just a step away from becoming a formidable warrior of the region.

Dealing with a powerless little girl like Hen Quexi was no trouble at all. But having heard from Elder Wuming that a strong protector guarded Hen Quexi, and considering she was more mischievous than truly malicious, he repeatedly tolerated her.

Leng Feng would never admit that he was, as Hen Quexi said, a man who judged by appearances. He didn’t want to admit it, not wanting to hurt this sprite-like girl.

“Why so fierce? I just thought of a tiny, tiny question and came back to ask you, that’s all! If you don’t want to answer, fine, but no need to be so harsh—boo hoo!”