My Wife is A Sword God

Qin Feng exhaled as his consciousness left the divine sea.

The nine steps have disappeared, but the Heart Questioning Platform is still there.

His previous words seemed to be engraved on the Heart Questioning Platform like an inscription.

The figure, resembling him, smiled and said, “Don’t forget the words you spoke today.”

As the words fell, the phantom turned into white smoke and entered the Heart Questioning Platform.

Qin Feng even had a guess that the phantom might be a reflection of his own inner self, prompting him to reexamine himself.

“The Literature Qi in my body has clearly become much stronger. I feel exceptionally clear-headed now.”

White inches gathered at his fingertips, followed by the manifestation of the Heavenly Mirror.

The effects of these two Literature techniques were significantly stronger than when he was at the ninth rank.

Especially the White Inch Literature technique, under the full activation of his Literature Qi, the white needle was no longer a needle but more like a short sword about a foot long.

Qin Feng rubbed his chin, looking at the White Inch Literature technique with satisfaction.

Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, he sighed, “Unfortunately, it’s still too fine.”

“Have you entered the eighth rank of the Literature Saint?” A crisp voice sounded in his ears, carrying undisguised joy and excitement.

Qin Feng looked in the direction of the voice. Cang Feilan had appeared in front of him at some point, her captivating light blue eyes stared at him without blinking.

A black square scarf covered her exquisite face, but it couldn’t hide Cang Feilan’s graceful figure.

If the veil were lifted, what kind of stunning beauty would be revealed?

After a moment of contemplation, Qin Feng squinted his eyes, revealing an excited expression. “I finally entered the eighth rank of the Clear Heart realm!”

Then he opened his arms, seemingly wanting to give her a hug to express his joy.

Unfortunately, when Cang Feilan saw this movement, a hint of pink quickly climbed up her fair earlobes, and she subconsciously took a step back.

She was somewhat vigilant and uneasy, saying, “What are you trying to do?”

Failed, Qin Feng shook his head, smacked his lips, and turned back with an apologetic look. “Sorry, I just entered the eighth rank of the Clear Heart realm, so I got a bit too excited for a moment.”

“Be more careful next time,” Cang Feilan replied indifferently, then turned away. However, a trace of regret and melancholy flickered in her eyes.

The two chatted casually and descended the stairs slowly.

When they were about to leave the Listen To Rain Pavilion, Cang Feilan suddenly said, “The candied fruits were delicious and sweet.”

In fact, she had only eaten one, and the rest, like the previous sugar figures, were preserved.

But this secret, she would not reveal.

Qin Feng smiled, “If you like them, I’ll bring some for you next time.”

“Okay.” came the clear and cold voice, tinged with a hint of joy.

The old man, Bai Li, glanced at the two coming out and said, “Oh, entering the eighth rank of the Literature Saint, not bad. At least it can make people look at it.”

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng’s forehead veins jumped, and he clenched his fists.

The joy of advancement in the realm and the comfortable conversation with Cang Feilan disappeared in an instant.

This old guy was really foul-mouthed.

“What do you say? Since you’ve entered the eighth rank of the Literature Saint, shouldn’t you apprentice yourself to me? Huh, recently my back has been aching, and my body is getting worse day by day. It’s indeed time to find a filial disciple to share some burdens for me.” The old man pounded his shoulders and said so.

Apprenticeship? Well, this old man usually scolds me, but now he’s even thinking about this. Does he want to take advantage of me?

Qin Feng’s mouth curled, a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, “This piece of decaying wood, this Junior, ,still needs to be polished by the world, so I won’t bother my seniors to carve it. When I have grown, I will come to you to be my teacher.”

The old man, Bai Li, hearing this, dug into his ear, blowing away the dirt, “I never said I wanted to carve you, did I?”

Qin Feng widened his eyes. The old man’s wolfish ambitions were exposed, not even bothering to conceal them. Did he just want to exploit free labor?

Disgusting!

Qin Feng couldn’t even be bothered to deal with it. With a cold snort, he turned to leave.

However, at this moment, Cang Feilan, beside him, under the astonished gaze of Lan Ningshuang, reached out and grabbed his sleeve, her eyes glancing towards the old man.

Seeing this, Qin Feng looked puzzled. What was Miss Cang implying?

“His disciple.” Two soft words came from under the black square scarf. Cang Feilan kept signaling with her eyes, seemingly not wanting him to miss this opportunity.

“Miss Cang, this…” Qin Feng hesitated. Even if it was a beauty’s suggestion, it still made him somewhat resistant.

Turning his head to look at the old man lying on the rattan chair, still happily digging in his ears, seemingly indifferent to their conversation.

Look at this sloppy appearance. Taking an old man as a teacher would only bring suffering to himself.

“However, even proud Miss Cang wants me to take this old man as a teacher. What is the identity of this old man?”

Qin Feng had made many speculations about the old man, but he found it hard to associate the person in front of him with those elusive experts.

“The old man can guard treasures like the Listen To Rain Pavilion; his background is certainly not simple. But it’s also possible that he’s just a doorman for some big shot. Taking a teacher is a lifelong matter, it can’t be done hastily. I have to think twice.”

As for Miss Cang, he could only let her down for now.

Qin Feng understood the intricacies of the situation and thought of finding an excuse to evade the matter of apprenticeship.

However, at this moment, he glanced at the old man’s right hand, the one digging in his ear, and suddenly his eyes widened, his expression filled with astonishment.

On the fingertips of the old man’s right hand, there was actually a small cluster of white mist floating!

And this mist, in the blink of an eye, was blown away by the old man!

“It’s Immortal Technique—Seeing Flowers in the Mist!” Qin Feng swallowed hard, his shock indescribable.

“This old man was deceiving me before. The mysterious expert who used the Immortal Technique is him!”

Hateful! Deceiving a pure scholar like him, doesn’t his conscience hurt?

But no matter what, he had to hold onto this big shot!

Qin Feng glanced at the wine bowl on the ground next to the wicker chair. It was empty and there was still half a bowl of wine in it.

Then, while the wine bowl was unguarded, he sent his right foot forward.

With a light sound, the wine bowl overturned, and the wine spilled all over the ground.

He pretended to apologize, saying, “I actually didn’t notice there were still wine cups here! Master, don’t worry, your disciple has some good wine hidden here. Let me fill it up for you.”

While speaking, Drunken Immortal had already been taken out from the Spatial Ring.

In just a moment, the wine cup was filled, and Qin Feng presented it with both hands.

This move couldn’t help but widen the beautiful eyes of Lan Ningshaung beside him.

Cang Feilan also showed a strange expression.

With their strength, how could they not see Qin Feng’s little actions? Moreover, just a moment ago, he was reluctant to accept the master, and now he even referred to himself as the disciple?!

“Brother-In-Law.” Lan Ningshaung couldn’t help but turn her head away.

The old man on the wicker chair took the wine cup, looked at Qin Feng with a seemingly smiling yet not smiling expression, “Your shameless appearance is quite to my liking.”

Qin Feng coughed at his words, his face slightly red, “Master, you praise me too much.”

The old man suddenly sighed, “Old-fashioned people entering the court as officials can’t compete with the corrupt officials. Too upright people leading soldiers into battle often find themselves in a difficult position. Perhaps only scholars like you can open up a new situation.”

Huh?

Qin Feng’s face stiffened. Was he calling him cunning?

Familiar or not, if you say that, I will still accuse you of defamation.

Then, he smiled back, “Master is right.”

“Ah, getting old. Thinking about these things only makes my heart tired. By the way, why does this shoulder feel sore again?”

Qin Feng hurriedly approached, “Disciple will give you a massage.”

The old man squinted his eyes, showing an expression of enjoyment, “A bit of strength in the fingers.”

He looked up at the night sky, with a waning moon hanging, stars twinkling, and not a cloud in sight.

“It’s going to change.”

“Change?” Qin Feng and the others were curious, also looking up but unable to discern any signs.

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