Release the Heroine, Let Me Handle This

Chapter 187: Feng Ya's Style of Joking Returns

Upon hearing the exchange, 'Ye Meijing' realized it was another lesson from Long Qingyue. She could only hope that Long Qing'er wouldn't push her luck too far, catching Feng Ya Xianzi's attention in an undesirable way.

"Hmm? Why aren't you talking? Are you still upset? I only wanted to help, not knowing you had the strength to make the top thirty," Long Qing'er remarked, increasingly confused. Today, 'Ye Wenxin' seemed off, while 'Ye Meijing' more closely resembled the usual Ye Wenxin.

As this thought crossed her mind, a sudden murderous intent flared within Long Qing'er. In an instant, she drew a curved blade from her storage pouch, intending to subdue the fake 'Ye Wenxin.' Yet, a force unexpectedly knocked the weapon from her hand.

Long Qing'er felt a tingling shock, instinctively preparing to counterattack, but the curved blade was already at her throat.

"Quick reflexes, but still too slow," Feng Ya Xianzi finally spoke, using Ye Wenxin's voice but maintaining her signature detached tone.

In the bustling cafeteria, few noticed the brief scuffle between the two.

"Who are you? Where is Ye Wenxin?" Long Qing'er's voice turned cold as she looked at the stranger, suddenly understanding why Ye Wenxin had been so unusual today.

"Senior Sister, she's a bodyguard I hired," 'Ye Meijing' couldn't stand by any longer, undoing her mute point to explain everything to Long Qing'er.

"A bodyguard, I see. I thought you were holding back, but it turns out you hired a master," Long Qing'er said, eyeing Feng Ya Xianzi with hostility, struggling to muster any goodwill towards her.

But 'Ye Meijing' couldn't reveal the truth. Even if she did, Long Qing'er would never believe that the bodyguard was actually Feng Ya Xianzi.

"Well, I know I can't fight, so I had to find a workaround."

'Ye Meijing' smiled, noticing a hint of concern in Long Qing'er's expression, worried about the consequences 'Ye Meijing' might face for using a bodyguard.

"Wenxin, there's something I want to say, but I'm not sure if I should," Long Qing'er glanced at 'Ye Meijing' before finally speaking up.

Even though 'Ye Meijing' knew what Long Qing'er wanted to say, the atmosphere left her no choice but to nod and listen to Long Qing'er's advice.

"Now that you've secured a spot in the secret realm, it's best to find an opportunity to concede. The road ahead is long, and the upcoming opponents will be formidable. Plus, I've heard rumors that the Demonic Sect has infiltrated," Long Qing'er warned, her expression growing serious.

Fearing 'Ye Meijing' was unaware of the Demonic Sect's threat, Long Qing'er continued, "The Demonic Sect has sought to overthrow our Xian Sect for centuries, sending assassins to each tournament. The higher your rank, the more danger you attract."

'Ye Meijing' recalled having seen a black-clad girl somewhere, puzzled by her bold glare, as if they shared a connection.

But that wasn't the issue. The issue was that Feng Ya Xianzi wouldn't abandon her role as Ye Wenxin, even in the face of the Demonic Sect's attacks.

'Ye Meijing' gestured to Feng Ya Xianzi beside her, offering a wry smile. "I'd like to concede too, but my bodyguard here is too proud. You'd have to persuade her."

Long Qing'er frowned, displeased with Feng Ya Xianzi's attitude.

If she knew this 'Ye Wenxin' was the real Feng Ya Xianzi, her reaction would be priceless.

'Ye Meijing' suddenly wanted to test the "boy who cried wolf" story. She leaned in conspiratorially to Long Qing'er, "Aren't you curious about this bodyguard's identity?"

"She's just a bodyguard. If she won't show her face, she's likely a nobody," Long Qing'er replied, her words laced with disdain.

As mentioned earlier, Long Qing'er was proud and renowned as a formidable woman in the Cangyu Sect. Her past involvement with Ye Wenxin made her friendly towards her, but to others, Long Qing'er remained unchanged.

"Well, maybe she has her reasons."

'Ye Meijing's' attempt to stir intrigue fell flat. Seeing Feng Ya Xianzi's apparent disinterest, her enthusiasm waned.

"Fine, who is she?" Long Qing'er asked, more out of courtesy than curiosity.

"Oh, she's Feng Ya Xianzi."

'Ye Meijing' answered without a hint of emotion, knowing Long Qing'er wouldn't believe her.

"That's a terrible joke!" Long Qing'er exclaimed, tapping 'Ye Meijing's' head lightly. "If anyone else had joked like that, they'd be dead by now." Even after speaking, Long Qing'er felt dissatisfied, adding another remark.

Her long-standing admiration for Feng Ya Xianzi made 'Ye Meijing's' jest about linking a bodyguard to the goddess-like Feng Ya Xianzi intolerable.

'Ye Meijing' chuckled, expecting this outcome but forgetting Long Qing'er's obsession with Feng Ya Xianzi. Fortunately, Long Qing'er lost interest in continuing the conversation, leaving after a few parting words.

'Ye Meijing' glanced at Feng Ya Xianzi, who remained unfazed, seemingly untouched by her words.

In simpler terms, if Feng Ya Xianzi were to burp, people would claim it smelled sweet or deny she could burp at all. Yet 'Ye Meijing' saw the rare possibility of it being unpleasant.

The world blindly revered Feng Ya Xianzi, almost deifying her. She, oblivious, continued to eat unhurriedly.

Understanding this was her usual demeanor, 'Ye Meijing' introduced herself to her friend's niece.

"That was Senior Sister Long. She admires you a lot."

"I know." Feng Ya Xianzi finally reacted, continuing to eat until her plate was spotless, leaving nothing but the seasoning behind.

Only then did 'Ye Meijing' notice Feng Ya Xianzi's impeccable table manners, consuming every bit of the dish and not leaving a single grain of rice in the bowl.