Volume One, Chapter Three: Slaughtering the Hounds
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Shen Nana’s face was filled with disdain.
“Liu Hanyan already has Xiao Yun by her side, and not long ago, Xiao Yun was accepted as a disciple by the Thirteenth Elder.”
“But you’re nothing but a cripple. Why do you keep dreaming of a toad trying to eat swan meat?”
Qin Feng cast her a cold glance.
“Let go!”
Shen Nana was intimidated by Qin Feng’s gaze, her body trembling involuntarily.
Yet she still forced herself to speak, “What, do you want to fight?”
“I’ll have you know, I’m already at the third level of Spirit Gathering…”
Before she could finish, Qin Feng drew his sword with a flash of cold light.
The next moment, Shen Nana screamed in pain and immediately reached up to cover her right cheek.
Blood dripped between her fingers as a savage wound appeared on her face.
“How dare you slash my face!”
Enduring the pain, Shen Nana shouted loudly.
Qin Feng reversed his grip, placing the sword at her throat, his voice icy.
“Answer me now.”
“One word wrong, and I won’t hesitate to leave another scar on your face!”
Feeling the chill of the blade, Shen Nana swallowed hard.
“The Sect Leader has strictly forbidden disciples from harming each other!”
“If you dare kill me, you won’t get away with it!”
Qin Feng spoke indifferently, “I won’t kill you. I’ll just ruin your face completely.”
“Now, answer my question!”
“Where is Liu Hanyan?”
Shen Nana felt as if the man before her was insane and utterly unreasonable.
Fearing Qin Feng would truly destroy her face, she hastily revealed Liu Hanyan’s whereabouts.
“Half an hour ago, she came back to retrieve something.”
“She should be at Xiao Yun’s residence now.”
Qin Feng asked again, “Where is Xiao Yun’s residence?”
Shen Nana replied immediately, “White Cloud Peak!”
Qin Feng sheathed his sword and turned to head straight for White Cloud Peak.
Seeing Qin Feng leave, Shen Nana collapsed weakly to the ground, her expression venomous.
“Qin Feng, just you wait!”
“How dare you scar my face? I’ll make you pay with blood!”
…
White Cloud Peak was where many outer disciples lived.
At this moment, inside a high-grade courtyard, Liu Hanyan was showing Xiao Yun the sword bone she had extracted from Qin Feng.
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Greed flickered in Xiao Yun’s eyes as he whispered, “I never imagined a cripple would actually have sword bones!”
Liu Hanyan teased, “To be honest, I didn’t believe it at first either.”
“Given his previous talent and the fact that he was born with sword bones, he should have been a peerless prodigy.”
“But who would have thought he actually listened to that foolish woman, self-funded his cultivation, and guarded a tomb for three years.”
She scoffed, “What kind of opportunity could a dead man give?”
Xiao Yun’s gaze shifted.
“Maybe that woman really left him some kind of opportunity.”
“Why don’t you find time to go back and check?”
Liu Hanyan’s eyes brightened immediately.
“You mean the thing is in her grave?”
“If there’s truly an opportunity, her grave is the only possibility.”
Liu Hanyan nodded. “Alright, II'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.