Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 484 - 294: Someone Wants to Take Your Life_2

Chapter 484: Chapter 294: Someone Wants to Take Your Life_2

Even if your literary skills are quite average, as long as you’ve attended private school for a few days, you can grasp the terrifying weight of this sentence.

Especially after a few rounds of drinks, Jiang Feng’s poetic passion surged, seamlessly weaving tales of various historical and cultural references, all unprecedented in books yet relatable in today’s world.

Through that night, Ying Ling realized she understood Jiang Feng a bit better, and her guardedness faded slightly.

Previously, she wondered why Jiang Feng had such good luck with women. Were the Cen Family’s little princess, Taixu Yanyu Rou, and those Purple Cloud Palace disciples all fools?

But now...

It seems I was shallow.

At this level, he wouldn’t just cause chaos at Purple Cloud Palace; the Joyful Sect would also be a whirlwind of left and right embraces, changing partners daily without repetition.

"No, I was just surprised at the power of your Joyful Sect’s cultivation techniques, and you look even prettier without the veil."

A courteous compliment to the young lady.

Ying Ling merely scrunched her nose. Yet seeing her adorable face, Jiang Feng easily understood why she always wore a veil outside; her face didn’t quite match her mature voice.

"Slick talker, no wonder you can deceive so many people. Hmph, such tricks won’t work on me."

"Haha, I didn’t expect them to work on you either. Since there’s only one hundred and fifty miles left, we should arrive within half a day."

He twisted his sore limbs and stood upright again.

After staying in Dongliang City overnight, they chose to depart before noon the next day, resting for less than three hours overall, and pressing onwards without pause.

It’s been over three days now.

Their breathing remained rapid; this journey was exceptionally challenging for them. Unlike Liu Tangxi, they couldn’t run as fast as their senior sister, and had to deliberately conceal their whereabouts throughout.

If they could use Sword Flight, things would be easier. But this time, their mission wasn’t support—it was more of an assassination, a targeted kill.

Along the way, they couldn’t make any noise or alarm Xuan Yinzi, which is why they didn’t use Sword Control, choosing instead to rely on their legs. Jiang Feng even left a Paperman in Dongliang City to mislead others.

So far, aside from the Joyful Sect, no one knew he had quietly snuck over from the south.

Stretching his limbs, the youth’s robust physique showed. Others would’ve collapsed with such exertion. Just about to continue the journey, Ying Ling opened her mouth.

"Take a rest."

Jiang Feng’s expression was a bit surprised.

"Since our encounter that night, you haven’t stopped, going through several battles and getting injured."

"Three days ago, after discussing with Liu Jianxian, you only took a brief rest for two or three hours before setting out immediately."

"You’ve been walking, stopping with injuries, eating under the open sky continually for days—it’s hard to imagine how you train at Swordmaster Peak under Liu Xianzi."

"Not just you, even I’m finding it hard to keep up now; let’s rest for a few hours and wait for news from other sect disciples."

"It’s afternoon now. It’ll be easier to act after nightfall, and maybe I can assist you a bit."

"How do you usually train?"

Ying Ling is indeed the most normal among the three sisters.

If not for the latter sentences, Jiang Feng would likely have dismissed it with a simple, "Soon, we’re almost there," but that last part offered reasons for resting in place.

Accepting the kindness, he chose to rest and leaned against a charred tree, hearing the woman’s curious tone, Jiang Feng chuckled.

"It’s all due to my senior sister’s rigorous training."

"No matter what I do, my senior sister is incredibly tolerant, even doting, except when it comes to cultivation, where there’s no leniency."

"You can imagine, the first time I practiced swordsmanship with my senior sister I was a pale scholar who couldn’t hold a sword steady, yet she stabbed at me for three whole months!"

"My Divine Soul was pierced for three months; every dream involved vivid deaths for that duration. Only after did I finally glimpse her first move."

"Honestly, I never imagined I’d eventually catch one of her swords."

His expression carried a hint of disbelief.

No one expected Liu Tangxi to train his disciples this way. Is this training?

It’s more like torturing an enemy!

Being slaughtered for three months straight? And piercing the Divine Soul, which is more painful than physical harm—how did Jiang Feng endure?

"What realm were you in then..."

"Me?" He sat cross-legged, holding dry rations, and handed Ying Ling a pack of Jade Crystal Cake, which looked quite appetizing.

Accepting the kindness, they reminisced about dining and drinking together before. But the next words nearly made her drop the cake!

"I hadn’t started cultivating yet. When I first met my senior sister, she hadn’t taught me the techniques. I figured it out myself, initially desperate to avenge an enemy before formally beginning my cultivation."

Wolfing down his food.

After several days of running, his calves were close to cramping. Since meeting Yan Yurou, his obsession had eased significantly. At least now he didn’t intentionally avoid such topics.

Ying Ling held the Jade Crystal Cake with a complex expression. A mooncake-shaped sweet, pure white, semi-transparent and quite soft, fitting her taste.

"You’ve only been cultivating for three years now?"

"Yes, including months of nightly dreams being turned into mince meat. It’s just three years. Thanks to my senior sister, I now know every lethal or disabling pressure point on the human body."

He tossed her several plump, glistening fruits.

Cultivators are human too; they need to eat, though they can lessen hunger through cultivation. Higher-realm beings can fast entirely this way, yet.

Eating is the fastest way to replenish energy, undoubtedly.

Elegantly biting into her food, Ying Ling sat with her legs curled, slanted to avoid revealing anything, holding her cake in one hand and supporting her chin with the other.

Her eyes seemed almost expressive, gazing straight at Jiang Feng, clearly enjoying the storytelling.

It’s: Don’t stop, continue; I love hearing your stories.

"Hmm... let me think of what to say. Mainly, I don’t have much experience, having only trained for three years."

"Initially, when planning to apprentice under my senior sister, she patted her behind and left, making me chase her to Purple Cloud Palace."

"Back then, I think I was in the Qi Refinement stage, born in the East Continent of Long Country, one of the most remote regions, several thousand miles from your Joyful Sect."

"Left with no choice, I traveled over ten thousand miles; it took almost a month to arrive, encountering foes along the way. Surely, you investigated what happened afterward."

"I met Yue Yue, then was chased by a mad dog for hundreds of miles, almost exhausted to death."

"Finally arriving at the sect, my senior sister, who cared for appearances, refused to directly admit me, insisting I prove myself so she could maintain face with the elders."

"Thus, I reluctantly participated in the sect selection, but it was that selection that led me to meet Miss Lin..."

While chatting, resting, Ying Ling listened attentively, knowing some parts must’ve been withheld, but relishing the different experience.

But as they rested, a dark shadow suddenly dropped from the sky, like ink splattering on the ground—it landed on Ying Ling, merging them entirely!

Their expressions instantly changed, staring at the man before them.

"After gaining the upper hand, Xuan Yinzi withdrew from the team, taking two followers south, openly declaring..."

"To take your life!"