My Wife is A Sword God

Outside the restroom, Qin Feng looked back and, seeing no one following, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Once a person relaxes, the need to urinate inexplicably emerges.

“Lan Ningshuang should still need some time to come out. It’s just right to relieve myself here.”

Thinking so, Qin Feng was about to push the door when suddenly someone from the adjacent restroom stepped out, tightly fastening his belt with both hands.

The two faced each other, both frozen on the spot.

It turned out to be none other than Chief Zhou!

Now, the question arises: when encountering a leader while going to the bathroom, as a subordinate, should one greet or not greet?

“Oh? Chief Zhou, you’re using the restroom too, what a coincidence!”

If you really greeted like that, it would be too awkward.

This was somewhat different from his impression; weren’t they supposed to be beings who didn’t even pick their noses?

Oh, wait, no, there was a memory deviation. Such divine beings should be the Little Immortal Fairies.

The two continued to stare at each other, perhaps unsure of how to greet in this situation.

However, Chief Zhou was an old hand, and in such awkward situations, it must not be the first time for him. After a slight nod, he gestured with his hands and left.

Silence was golden at this moment!

Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, then pushed open the restroom door, supporting himself with both hands, and relieved himself.

“I really envy those brothers who can urinate with one hand; it’s too majestic and convenient.” After shaking himself off, he, feeling relaxed, planned to leave the Demon Slaying Department quickly to avoid being discovered by the Divine Workshop.

But when he pushed the door open, Qin Feng was dumbfounded.

When he had just entered, there was no one outside, but now, at a glance, the restroom was surrounded by more than a dozen brothers from the Divine Workshop.

Leading the pack was Huo Yuan!

“Master Qin, is your stomach feeling better?”

“It’s somewhat better, but not completely.”

“You guys are all here to use the restroom?” Qin Feng inquired.

“No, we thought Master Qin’s stomach was uncomfortable, and you might have to stay in the restroom for a long time. We can’t waste that time.” Huo Yuan replied.

“Can’t waste time?” Qin Feng had a bad feeling rising in his heart.

“Yes, so we plan to consolidate the issues here, discuss with each other. Since Master Qin is in the restroom, he can also hear these issues. It will be more targeted when giving a lecture later.” Huo Yuan said casually.

Are you guys devils?

Qin Feng widened his eyes; this was practically a public execution.

Now that things had come to this point, how could he not see that his attempt to slip away secretly had been exposed!

Qin Feng glanced at the people around the Divine Workshop, cleared his throat, and said, “I feel much better now. Let’s go back, shall we?”

“Don’t force yourself too much, Master Qin. You looked uncomfortable just now.” Huo Yuan pretended to express concern.

“I won’t force myself.” Qin Feng stated firmly.

Then, surrounded by a crowd of people, he walked towards the attic of the Divine Workshop.

He even suspected that the reason why these people wanted to surround him was because they were afraid that he would suddenly escape.

When he walked out of the Demon Slaying Department again, it was already night, and the lights were lit in all the houses.

Qin Feng rubbed his throat, feeling dry.

Those damn scroll kings didn’t give him any time to rest. Even if he took a moment to drink water, there were still voices asking questions in his ears.

“Young Master, are you okay?” Lan Ningshaung asked with concern.

“No problem.” His voice was a bit hoarse.

Returning to the Qin Residence, he saw a graceful figure standing at the gate, dressed in a black and white sword skirt, with a slender figure and a long sword sheathed in a white scabbard at her waist.

Her black hair was coiled behind her head, with a round face, willow-like eyebrows, peach blossom eyes, a straight nose, and fair and rosy skin.

At first glance, she was a beautiful woman not inferior to Lan Ningshaung.

And the slightly bulging chest area had a very conspicuous pattern.

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, recognizing the pattern. It was the emblem of the Myriad Swords Sect!

This woman was actually from the Myriad Swords Sect?

“Bai Qiu, why are you here?” Lan Ningshaung asked in surprise.

Before she could finish her sentence, the charming woman rushed into Lan Ningshaung’s arms, sweetly calling out, “Sister Lan Ningshaung, why are you still using a chest wrap? It’s so uncomfortable.”

Lan Ningshaung glanced at Qin Feng, her face suddenly turning crimson, covering even the night sky. “Bai Qiu, don’t talk nonsense!”

“Where’s the nonsense? Back when we bathed together on Drunken Butterfly Peak…”

“Bai Qiu!” Lan Ningshaung exclaimed, hastily interrupting her words, then looked to the side.

Qin Feng smiled slightly, pretending to be indifferent, but in his heart, he couldn’t help but feel regretful. He was ready to enjoy the show, why stop now?

Bathing together, tut tut, truly envious.

“Ningshaung, do you know her?” Qin Feng curiously asked.

Lan Ningshuang nodded, “Yes, sir. Her name is Bai Qiu, the direct disciple of the Sect Master of Myriad Sword Sect, also considered the young lady’s martial sister.”

“Ah, I see.” Qin Feng understood. Since she was the lady’s martial sister, it was natural to establish a good relationship.

He was about to introduce himself when he noticed her turning towards him. Her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she emitted a disdainful hum from her lips that remained closed, her beautiful eyes full of hostility.

Wait, what’s going on? Did I owe her money or something? Why is she looking at me like this?

“Are you Qin Feng, the stinky man who deceived Senior Sister Jianli?” Bai Qiu reluctantly let go of Ningshuang and walked up to Qin Feng, carefully examining him from head to toe.

Deceived is a bit much; Your Senior Sister and I are following the ancestral teachings, happily married.

Now, in the midst of a rapid rise in emotions, Qin Feng cleared his throat, “Yes, that’s me.”

With a confirmed answer, Bai Qiu scrutinized him even more, asking as she observed, “Do you have any cultivation?”

“Cultivating in the tradition of the Literary Saint’s Dao.” Qin Feng truthfully replied.

“So, you’re a weak scholar with no strength.” Bai Qiu sneered, her disdain not concealed in her expression.

“No, no, I still have some strength.” Qin Feng waved his hand in response.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Bai Qiu didn’t quite understand.

“Sir!” Ningshuang, standing aside, called out in embarrassment.

Huh? Why this expression? Could it be that she understood my joke?

Qin Feng was somewhat surprised.

“What rank have you reached in your cultivation?” Bai Qiu, ignoring the previous conversation, asked again.

“I’m about to enter the seventh rank.”

“Heh!  It turns out that you are only the eighth level.” the disdain in her eyes deepened.

Next, she, as if conducting a household registration, went through Qin Feng’s basic information once more. In the end, she reached a conclusion: this man in front of her was simply not worthy of Senior Sister Jianli!

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