Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 476 - 290: Ancient Evil Sword Immortal Summoning Ritual

Chapter 476: Chapter 290: Ancient Evil Sword Immortal Summoning Ritual

The sunlight in the sky is somewhat dazzling.

A man and a woman stroll down the street; the man is well-built and strong, while the woman is graceful and alluring, her face veiled. Yet, this slender woman inexplicably gives off a...

feeling of total despair.

The two walk side by side, and throughout the process, the woman says nothing. To outsiders, they undoubtedly seem like a divine couple, but anyone who is married would notice that the distance between the two has consistently remained around half a meter.

Looking at all kinds of bright fruits by the roadside, now in the spring warmth with rising temperatures, various fruits begin to shine brightly. Country Liang is rich in resources; although it is mostly hilly terrain, Jiang Feng really likes this surrounding environment.

Turning his gaze to a roadside stall, this scene makes Ying Ling’s lips under the veil move slightly, unsure of what odd habit this lad has.

Having injuries, instead of properly resting, he is here shopping leisurely. If he went to a contact point in the Cultivation World to exchange magic treasures or divine weapons, she could tolerate it.

But he’s instead looking at fruits!

Checking out vegetables!

And various meats, pastries!

Are you a cultivator or a chef, you son of a gun?

"Hey, old brother, how do you sell these Qing Mei?"

Their eyes lit up.

Even the vendor didn’t expect Jiang Feng to walk over. With their sharp eyes, they can naturally discern who is a consumer group. Although Jiang Feng is dressed simply, his charisma is absolutely that of a scion of a wealthy family.

The woman beside him doesn’t even need mentioning; one look and she’s identified as the legendary Immortal—how could she possibly be interested in this stuff?

"Th...three."

Plain, unpretentious prices.

"Can I taste it?"

"Hey, please go ahead."

Without caring about his image, he squatted down and picked up a Qing Mei, popping it in his mouth, gritting his teeth.

"Hiss~"

Jiang Feng visibly shivered from head to toe, knowing the sourness of Qing Mei made his teeth nearly fall out, but those unaware would think he surrendered his weapon on the spot.

"Alright, alright, I want them all."

Pincering his cheeks, the tangy taste nearly made him faint. He fiddled inside his Qiankun Bag, pulling out a string of copper coins.

He glanced at the two full baskets on the ground, and with a flick of his hand, he cut half of it.

"Here, no need to weigh, I want the bamboo basket too, here you go."

Tossing it quickly.

Even the old man was stunned. He had never seen such a generous character before, let alone one that appeared to be a wealthy young master buying their stuff?

With a wave of his hand, the two baskets of Qing Mei vanished. Ordinary people rarely witnessed such spells, scared stiff holding the copper coins, while Jiang Feng casually patted his butt and walked away, seeking the next target.

Originally, Ying Ling remained silent; most cultivators have no concept of prices. But seeing this, she couldn’t help but frown.

"Are you always so stingy? You only gave a few copper coins for two baskets of stuff? How is this different from robbery under duress?"

She remained somewhat rational, not voicing it publicly, instead funneling her speech directly into Jiang Feng’s ear.

Turning his head, he glanced at Ying Ling.

The look in his eyes as if witnessing an idiot.

"How old were you when you joined the sect?"

"What’s the point of asking that?"

"Speak up, or I’ll report you to your big sister."

Walking along, munching on Qing Mei — to be honest, this wasn’t the most gentlemanly act; but when handsome, anything looks classy.

"You..."

Anger flickered rapidly, yet she still gritted her teeth, saying: "I grew up in a town at the foot of the sect since childhood, joined the sect right after I could remember."

Although somewhat sly in its tattling approach, it’s undoubtedly effective.

Strictly speaking, Ying Ling isn’t considered a hostage. The relationship between the two is more about mutual monitoring, facilitating communication between the Joyful Sect and Swordmaster Peak, a process fully led by Jiang Feng.

Can’t have us from Purple Cloud Palace working upfront, with no gesture from your end.

"No wonder, just another pampered young lady not used to spring water."

"What do you mean by that? Still found righteousness in your stinginess?"

Raising an eyebrow.

From the confrontation outside the city gate days ago, it’s deduced Ying Ling isn’t a cold personality; on the contrary, among the three sisters, her character is the most normal.

Jin Yuan is overly rational, weighing everything on scales; Tong Xin is overly flighty, often joking recklessly.

Being the second sister, Ying Ling is undoubtedly the balance point, including her initiative to knock down Jiang Feng’s flying sword, merely as a reminder of the turbulent, expert-filled city, suggesting he leaves for safety’s sake.

Uh.

The process just slightly exceeded expectations.

"Spendthrift! Whoever marries you will see their family wealth squashed."

"A string of money equals a thousand wen; half is five hundred wen. Can those two baskets weigh 150 jin?"

"Three copper coins per jin, which math teacher taught you? P.E. teacher? Those two broken baskets netted fifty wen, bet those roadside basket weavers’ faces will be grinning rotten!

"Do you know how much grain five hundred wen can buy? Look at those workmen carrying goods, risking their lives daily for just several dozen copper coins. Even sending their kids to school costs a string of money annually!"

"And you call me stingy?"

Fists tightened.

Indeed, communicating with a completely clueless young lady is exhausting; not to mention, why not praise me for being generous? Do I look stingy?