163: Chapter 163 Zhao Simin storms in…

"Revered Master, your great kindness is something this disciple cannot repay, save by offering my own body..."

The hot breath Qin Feng exhaled carried a faint scent of wine, instantly raising the temperature in the originally serene boudoir.

"Rebellious Disciple! You... what nonsense are you spouting?!"

Xu Hongxia's delicate body stiffened abruptly, and those peach-blossom eyes, which usually carried a hint of laziness and allure, were now darting around in panic, not knowing where to look.

Especially when feeling the thick, warm hand on her waist applying slight pressure, she felt as if she had been electrocuted, and the surging True Qi of her Golden Core Stage nearly backflowed through her Meridians.

"Revered Master, this disciple speaks from the heart."

Qin Feng did not let go; instead, he stepped even closer, his entire body nearly pressed against her voluptuous and alluring form, and he grinned shamelessly: "If not for Revered Master standing up for this disciple, I fear I would never have been able to hold my head high in the Outer Sect for the rest of my life. For such great kindness, if I do not repay it with my own body, this disciple would not be able to rest easy."

"Pah! You Rebellious Disciple, glib-tongued, truly itching for a beating if left alone for a day."

Xu Hongxia's pretty face turned so red it seemed it could drip water. In her shy anger, the Golden Core True Qi within her body trembled slightly, and a gentle yet irresistible force instantly pushed Qin Feng's hand away.

She hurriedly smoothed out her somewhat disheveled fiery red skirt, forcing herself to put on her usual dignified appearance, but her flickering eyes and rapid breathing betrayed her current state of mind.

"Put away those little thoughts of yours..."

Xu Hongxia took a few deep breaths, glared with her Phoenix eyes, and spat irritably: "Hurry and get back to your courtyard. Revered Master has consumed quite a bit of True Qi today and needs to go into seclusion to consolidate it; I have no time to fool around with you!"

Having said that, without giving Qin Feng a chance to cling to her again, she waved her red sleeves sharply, and a gentle gust of wind directly "sent" him out of the inner chamber.

"Bang—!"

The heavy door slammed shut in front of him, and the faint sound of Xu Hongxia's shy and angry scolding could still be heard from inside.

Standing outside the door, Qin Feng touched his nose, feeling the lingering warmth and faint fragrance on his fingertips, and a smug, shameless, roguish smile couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

"Tsk tsk, this shy look is even more flavorful than her usual overbearing, high-and-mighty appearance..."

He stretched, his bones popping and cracking, feeling refreshed, and strode down the mountain.

Before long, Qin Feng sauntered back to his triangular-shaped courtyard.

Just as he pushed open the somewhat dilapidated courtyard gate, bursts of crisp and melodious laughter drifted into his ears with the breeze.

In the open space in the center of the courtyard, Zhou Qingzi and Mu Siyao had already changed into the immortal-style dresses Qin Feng had bought yesterday.

The water-blue thin gauze and crimson light silk swayed in the wind, outlining the exquisite and curvaceous figures of the two women to perfection.

And the usually cold and aloof Mu Wanqing was sitting quietly on a stone stool to the side, her long, beautiful legs—clad in ultra-thin black ice-silkworm silk stockings—slightly crossed, refracting a mysterious and fatal seductive luster under the sunlight.

Seeing Qin Feng enter, her pretty face flushed slightly, and a hint of shyness and joy flashed in her beautiful eyes, but she stubbornly remained still.

"Yo, my beauties, playing, are we?"

Qin Feng's eyes lit up instantly. He swaggered over and slumped unceremoniously into a large, soft chair, picked up the spirit wine already prepared on the stone table, took a sip, and laughed: "Standing around is so boring. Come, dance for this Young Master to liven things up!"

"Yes, Revered Master~"

Zhou Qingzi was the most obedient; hearing this, her beautiful eyes brightened, and she immediately pulled the somewhat shy Mu Siyao up, their figures fluttering gracefully.

Both women were already extremely beautiful, and now, wrapped in gorgeous light gauze, they were like two colorful butterflies flitting through a flower garden, their waists swaying and long skirts flying, displaying a woman's softness and allure to the fullest.

Qin Feng leaned back comfortably in his chair, enjoying the stunning dance before him while casting his gaze onto Mu Wanqing's plump thighs, which were wrapped in ice-silkworm silk stockings, his fingers tapping the rhythm on the table; he was truly happier than an immortal.

After this Transmigration, he had finally tasted a bit of sweetness...

However, the warm and romantic atmosphere did not last long.

"Bang—!"

The courtyard gate was kicked open violently, and a blue figure carrying a bone-chilling coldness stormed in angrily.

The person was dressed in a water-blue long dress with exquisite and arrogant features, but her beautiful eyes were currently burning with raging anger and greed, staring fixedly at Qin Feng, who was sitting in the chair.

It was the famous and arrogant female cultivator of the Outer Sect, Zhao Simin.

The dance stopped abruptly. Zhou Qingzi and Mu Siyao retreated behind Qin Feng in a panic, and Mu Wanqing also frowned slightly, her long sword already faintly held in her hand.

However, Qin Feng couldn't even be bothered to lift his eyelids; he continued to drink the spirit wine in his cup slowly and said indifferently: "I wondered who it was, making such a racket. Beautiful lady, you trespass into a private residence—do you want to offer yourself as a bed warmer, or are you here to throw yourself into my arms?"

"Qin Feng, right? Quit playing dumb with me here."

Zhao Simin trod with lotus steps, crossing a few steps to the stone table, and commanded coldly from a high vantage point: "Hand over the foundation establishment fruit."

"The foundation establishment fruit?"

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, a playful arc curling his lips, and asked lazily: "On what grounds?"

"You, how insolent!"

Zhao Simin was trembling with rage, her full chest heaving violently, and she snarled through gritted teeth: "That was a Spirit Medicine I discovered first! You shameless fruit thief, you used despicable means to take it away. If you are sensible, hand it over immediately! Otherwise..."

At this point, Zhao Simin stepped forward, the pressure of her Foundation Establishment Stage faintly spreading, and cold killing intent burst from her eyes: "If you don't hand it over, here in the Hehuan Sect Outer Sect, I definitely have a way to kill you!"

Facing the naked death threat, Qin Feng not only showed no panic, but instead bowed his head and chuckled.

He slowly straightened his body, crossed his arms over his chest, looked at Zhao Simin with the eyes of someone looking at a fool, and asked in return: "Threatening me? Sure. But... do you have a way to kill me right now?"

Zhao Simin paused upon hearing this, her face instantly turning extremely ugly.

The current Qin Feng had not only just killed the Foundation Establishment Stage Senior Brother Gou Dongxi in three moves at the Life-and-Death Arena, but his reputation was also unrivaled for a time, and he was currently being watched by the Sect's higher-ups.

Plus, the Hehuan Sect had strict rules; within the Sect, even though Zhao Simin had considerable strength, in this situation, she absolutely dared not openly defy the rules.

Seeing the other party biting her red lips and not speaking, the mockery on Qin Feng's face became even more obvious, and he sneered: "Since you have no way now, then let's discuss this topic when you do have a way to kill me. Now, leave!"

"Qin Feng, don't get cocky too soon. Sooner or later, I will settle this score with you!"

Zhao Simin's silver teeth were almost bitten to pieces. She glared fiercely, seemingly knowing she couldn't gain any advantage today, snorted coldly, and turned sharply to leave.

However, the moment she had just taken two steps.

"Oh right, beautiful lady Zhao."

Qin Feng's voice, carrying a hint of laziness yet extremely punchable, drifted over leisurely from behind: "Is your younger brother named Senior Brother Zhao? That piece of trash who didn't know his place and was crushed to death by me—he said he had a very powerful sister; is it you?"

"Boom—!!!"

These two simple sentences were like a thunderclap on a clear day, exploding in Zhao Simin's mind.

Her delicate body stiffened abruptly in place, and she was struck as if by lightning.

Senior Brother Zhao had been missing in the Black Wind Mountain Range for many days. She had sent people to search bitterly, only to find a corpse, but she never imagined that the murderer was right in front of her.

"Whoosh!"

Zhao Simin turned around abruptly, her eyes instantly turning blood-red, veins throbbing on her forehead, and she roared hysterically: "You killed him?! You beast, you are courting death—!!!"