Shall we go on a date? IX

When compared to Hen Queqian, Old Man Wuming's persuasive skills fell short by at least eighteen million miles. Even so, Old Man Wuming was indeed Leng Feng's master.

Since gentle persuasion failed, he resorted to force. "Are you going or not? If you refuse, your master won't say much more. However, if your master doesn't get to eat delicious spicy roasted chicken, he won't be in the mood to teach you martial arts, and you can just practice on your own! Worst comes to worst, this old man will go to the Wind Whispering Forest with that wretched girl!"

Hearing Old Man Wuming pour his heart out, the corners of Leng Feng's mouth twitched involuntarily.

Just whose bad luck was it to have been cursed for eight lifetimes, ending up with such a scoundrel of a master? It seemed things hadn't been like this before, but ever since they met Hen Queqian...

"My good disciple, no matter what, I am still your master, right? Let me tell you, I am just a hair's breadth away from breaking through to a three-star Martial Emperor. Wouldn't it be much more effective for me to guide you then? Besides, if you tell people you have a three-star Martial Emperor as a master, wouldn't that give you much more face?

So, just take this menace away with you to the Wind Whispering Forest! That way, your master can also go into closed-door cultivation in peace and make a breakthrough!"

Whether using soft tactics or hard ones, as long as Leng Feng agreed, that was all that mattered. At that moment, Old Man Wuming completely threw away his old dignity, casting it so far that he could never pick it back up.

"Alright, Master, I'll listen to you. I'll take Hen Queqian to the Wind Whispering Forest for a trip. That satisfies you, right?" Old Man Wuming had already tried every trick in the book, both good and bad; he couldn't possibly be left with his wish unfulfilled. If that happened, where would he put his old face?

Besides, going out with Hen Queqian might not turn out to be all that bad. With this thought, Leng Feng ultimately gave his consent.

The moment Leng Feng nodded and agreed, Hen Queqian's mischievous figure instantly darted out. She stood right in front of Leng Feng, smiling with immense satisfaction.

"You agreed? Since that's the case, I know you have a spatial ring, so help me pack my things up. Then we can leave! Hehehe!" Hen Queqian giggled craftily as she pulled Leng Feng toward the kitchen.

Seeing that Leng Feng had settled the matter, Old Man Wuming suddenly felt this was a brilliant idea! If Hen Queqian ever pestered him beyond endurance in the future, he could apparently use this method—sacrificing Leng Feng to take Hen Queqian away.

Hahaha, this old man's idea is simply too wonderful! Like this time, just going away for four or five days, and then coming back for another four or five days later on. This way, peace and quiet would finally belong to me!

Hen Queqian's scheming had unexpectedly inspired Old Man Wuming to come up with a brilliant countermeasure. In fact, to keep Hen Queqian from coming to bother him for a long time, Old Man Wuming even began pondering ways to drive her out of Nine Heavens City altogether.

Upon following Hen Queqian into the kitchen and seeing the items she intended to bring, Leng Feng's face twitched violently. He stared at a person-high stack of pots, bowls, ladles, basins, salt, and seasonings—virtually every kitchen utensil except the stove itself had been packed up.

"Are these the few little things you want to bring?"

"Yeah! That way, once we get to the Wind Whispering Forest, we'll have all the seasonings for barbecue. And if we get tired of barbecue, we can also cook rice, stir-fry dishes, braise things, and all sorts of other meals!"