Release the Heroine, Let Me Handle This

Chapter 188: Laughing at the Beauty of the World

'Ye Meijing' was about to ask how Feng Ya Xianzi knew so much about Long Qing'er. However, upon seeing Feng Ya Xianzi perfectly finish all the leftovers on her plate, she suddenly realized how easy it seemed to sustain her.

"Master, could it be that you're really hungry?"

"No, it's just a habit," Feng Ya Xianzi replied, setting down her chopsticks and using a handkerchief from her storage pouch to wipe her mouth.

'Ye Meijing' couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity with the handkerchief. It wasn't because she had used a similar material before, but because she vividly remembered a piece of cloth that had once been auctioned for an astronomical price of billions of spiritual stones.

Back then, as Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng, she had witnessed the spectacle firsthand, embedding the memory deeply. The cloth was rumored to be a heavenly relic, impenetrable by weapons, invulnerable to fire and water, and even more effective than protective treasures like the Golden Cicada Armor.

To prove its power, 'Ye Meijing' had been invited on stage as the Demon Lord to test it. Shockingly, even at her Nascent Soul ninth stage, she couldn't damage it.

Eventually, a mysterious family bought the cloth, causing an even greater stir. But if 'Ye Meijing's' memory was correct, why hadn't such a powerful cloth been transformed into spiritual garments and instead ended up as Feng Ya Xianzi's napkin?

The more 'Ye Meijing' pondered, the more uneasy she felt. Ever since meeting Feng Ya Xianzi, everything seemed to defy normalcy.

"Master, is that really just a handkerchief?"

"I don't know. It was a gift," Feng Ya Xianzi replied coolly, each word striking 'Ye Meijing's' fragile heart.

The more she thought about it, the more discomforted she felt, forcing herself to take deep breaths to calm her rage, lest Feng Ya Xianzi unknowingly drive her to madness one day.

"Were those three ancient manuals you pulled out also gifts from someone?"

'Ye Meijing' continued her gossip, recalling that although she had taken the "Soul Calming Eighteen Needles," she still longed for the "God-Slaying Sword Technique" and "Divine Weapon Record."

"Oh, Granny gave them to me."

Feng Ya Xianzi answered honestly, not shying away from discussing her necklace with 'Ye Meijing'.

"It really was her. Don't tell me this Granny is Zhu Ling, the unfortunate Zhu Ling Immortal who failed to ascend a thousand years ago... Ah, Master, why did you hit me?"

Earlier, Ling Jue had analyzed the origins of the "Soul Calming Eighteen Needles." Thinking of the other manuals and the legends of the Cangyu Sect, 'Ye Meijing' figured only the unlucky Zhu Ling Immortal could be involved.

She hadn't expected Feng Ya Xianzi to strike her. Though it didn’t hurt, 'Ye Meijing' still felt aggrieved.

"Granny told me to do it, said you lack reverence."

"Honestly, it's true. I heard it's due to romance. Master, I have many tales of Zhu Ling Immortal's love affairs if you're interested in hearing..." Before she could finish, Feng Ya Xianzi sealed her mute point again, this time also sealing three acupoints around her dantian.

Such a simple acupoint technique had little effect on 'Ye Meijing', but she wasn't Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng. Even if she felt wronged, she could only endure Feng Ya Xianzi's actions in silence.

Seeing 'Ye Meijing' finally quiet down, Feng Ya Xianzi tidied up the bowls and chopsticks before standing up.

"Let's go back."

'Ye Meijing' was speechless. Feng Ya Xianzi's actions sparked even more curiosity. If she remembered correctly, rumors said Feng Ya Xianzi was of noble birth, so why was she so adept at cleaning and eating?

'Ye Meijing' was more perplexed than ever, but unable to speak, she could only make muffled sounds.

The moonlight was plentiful tonight, illuminating many disciples meditating along the path. Seeing Feng Ya Xianzi hand her control of the route, 'Ye Meijing' led her toward the secluded grove known for secret meetings.

Firstly, it was still early, and 'Ye Meijing' wasn't sleepy. Secondly, she wanted to provoke Feng Ya Xianzi, curious about how the ascetic Feng Ya Xianzi would react to such scenes.

"Xue Xue."

"Wife."

Due to the Xian Sect Tournament, many disciples who had been out training returned to the Cangyu Sect, sharing intimate moments with their partners. Just hearing the sounds, one could imagine the opulence of the scenes.

Let alone someone like 'Ye Meijing' with excellent eyesight, who could see everything clearly.

To ensure Feng Ya Xianzi appreciated the view, 'Ye Meijing' slowed her pace, observing Feng Ya Xianzi's facial expressions.

But from then until now, her expression remained unchanged.

A woman impervious even to the Spring Return Pill, who knows what kind of person could move her heart?

Curiously, 'Ye Meijing' glanced at Feng Ya Xianzi, finding her gaze already on her.

The moonlight was gentle as water, adding a touch of warmth to Feng Ya Xianzi's cold eyes, yet her gaze held no particular emotion.

'Ye Meijing' stepped closer, finally seeing her reflection in Feng Ya Xianzi's eyes.

"Why did you bring me here?" Feng Ya Xianzi inquired calmly.

'Ye Meijing' pointed to her throat, indicating for Feng Ya Xianzi to unseal her mute point.

Feng Ya Xianzi shook her head, "It's best if you stay quiet for a while." 'Ye Meijing' felt even more frustrated, pondering ways to stir Feng Ya Xianzi's emotions.

But unable to speak, the surrounding sounds were even clearer—the breathing, the rustling, and the soul-stirring cries.

'Ye Meijing' felt a slight heat, yet Feng Ya Xianzi stood there, unaffected by the world around her.

'Ye Meijing's' mischievous hand reached out again, grasping Feng Ya Xianzi's hand.

Her hand was warm, while Feng Ya Xianzi's remained cold. Noticing 'Ye Meijing's' action, Feng Ya Xianzi finally frowned slightly, her voice a bit cold, "I don't understand why you're so fond of this."

Judging by Feng Ya Xianzi's tone, it seemed she wasn't entirely ignorant of the truth behind these sounds and even showed signs of disdain. 'Ye Meijing' ignored her, quickly closing the distance and pressing Feng Ya Xianzi against the wall.

Feng Ya Xianzi thought 'Ye Meijing' was being rash, ready to teach her a lesson, but saw 'Ye Meijing' simply lean in and make a shushing gesture.