My Wife is A Sword God

Arriving at the Listen To Rain Pavilion, the old man cast a meaningful glance at Qin Feng, “You brat, coming so late?”

“Something happened on the way, so I was delayed.” Qin Feng replied.

“By the way, Master, about that immortal technique, when will you…” Before he could finish speaking, snoring sounds echoed. The old man, holding a wine jug, closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

Qin Feng smirked. Master’s skill of falling asleep in one second? Deceptive!

The old man was truly cunning. It seemed like he could only slowly pry into the secret of the immortal technique.

As soon as he stepped into Listen To Rain Pavilion and looked up, he saw a familiar figure.

Her powerful legs were wrapped in blue-black trousers, and her black hair was like a waterfall.

When the beauty turned around, her face was covered by a black square scarf. Those pale-blue eyes were still breathtakingly beautiful.

“Miss Cang?” Qin Feng looked surprised and climbed up to the attic and asked. “When did you come back?”

Cang Feilan looked at Qin Feng. Under the black scarf, the corners of her mouth lifted, a hint of a smile passing through her eyes but she quickly restrained.

“I’ve finished all the things at home and just returned today.”

“I see.” Qin Feng thought of something, took out a candied haw from his spatial ring, and handed it over. “This is for you.”

He thought he couldn’t give this candied haw away, but Miss Cang happened to return.

What was this?

This was called telepathy!

Cang Feilan accepted the candied haw, and said thanks, and a blush flashed across her pure and white earlobes.

After a long-awaited reunion, the two naturally chatted about many things.

However, for some reason, Cang Feilan seemed to be intentionally avoiding talking about matters at home and rarely mentioned them.

Suddenly, Qin Feng thought of something and said, “When I went to Myriad Sword Sect before, I passed through the Hundred Flowers Valley and I met your aunt. At that time, I could tell at a glance that she had some connection with you. After all, both of you have unusual and attractive eye colors, and you both cover your faces with black scarves.”

“But, is it a tradition for the women in your family to cover their faces with black scarves? Is it the same for everyone?” He asked this while glancing at her black face veil.

The black-robed woman had told him before that all the secrets of Miss Cang were hidden beneath that black scarf. As long as it was lifted, everything would be revealed.

By the way, what does Miss Cang look like? 

The more Qin Feng thought about it, the more curious he became.

Moreover, whether it’s his imagination or not, the other party always deliberately or unintentionally brushes aside the hair around her ears, as if she’s about to lift the veil voluntarily.

‘Do you want to take off the veil?’ At the same moment, the two people had surprisingly the same thoughts.

No, it’s not possible. Daring to lift Miss Cang’s veil, I would definitely be beaten to death by her. 

Qin Feng quickly dismissed this thought, the image of Senior Si having a knife at his throat by Miss Cang, vividly engraved in his mind.

I must be crazy to think of listening to my aunt. Cang Feilan frowned slightly, finally put down her right hand and folded her arms in front of her chest.

Both of them fall into silence, and the atmosphere becomes awkward for a moment.

To break the tension, Qin Feng takes the initiative to change the topic, saying, “Your aunt is quite similar to you; she also loves poetry. Back then, in Hundred Flowers Valley, I composed a poem in her Treasured Butterfly Pavilion, and she specifically requested me to write it down.”

Upon hearing this, Cang Feilan pauses for a moment. She suddenly found an opportunity and suddenly asked, “If I ask you to write a poem for me, would you agree?”

Qin Feng is momentarily stunned, then affirmatively replies, “With our relationship, of course, no problem.”

“What kind of relationship do we have?” Cang Feilan looks at him sideways, her eyes burning with a faint expectation in the light blue pupils.

“Naturally, we are good friends.” Qin Feng answers truthfully.

“Is that so?” Cang Feilan responded softly, and then turned away.

Under the black scarf, she pursed her lips, a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

After bidding farewell to Miss Cang outside the Listen To Rain Pavilion, Qin Feng returns to the Qin residence.

Unconsciously, night falls silently.

After having dinner, Qin Feng sits in the room, opens the window, and starts observing the night sky with his spiritual sense, searching for his fate star.

“Huh?” he suddenly exclaims in surprise.

It’s not because he found blue or purple fate stars; the sky is still filled with white fate stars.

But among them, one shines brilliantly, far more dazzling than the other white fate stars.

This is a situation he has never encountered before.

“What’s going on with this fate star? Clearly, it’s also white, why is it shining so much? Trying to be different, huh?”

Qin Feng had never heard Master Baili mention such a situation, but he wouldn’t ignore it, after all, unusual occurrences usually had hidden reasons.

“Master once mentioned that if you encounter wealthy and influential individuals, you can absorb their luck and might be able to observe even higher-quality fate stars. Perhaps, there are distinctions among the white fate stars, and this brilliant white star is among the best.”

“Could it be because I met Lady Cang again that such changes occurred?” Qin Feng speculated.

“No, that’s not right. I’ve known Lady Cang for a long time. If it were because of her luck, it wouldn’t have taken until now to manifest. But besides Lady Cang, my experiences today are no different from usual.”

At this moment, Qin Feng suddenly thought of the young man who liked to write and read books. Out of goodwill, he had given the young man a possible future. This was also the biggest difference from his usual encounters.

“Could it be because of that young man?” Qin Feng frowned, pondering for a long time without finding any clues.

He once again used his divine sense to look at the white fate star, staring for a long time until the night deepened, then slowly withdrew his gaze.

Rubbing his forehead and concentrating his spirit for a long time, he activated his divine sense, making him mentally exhausted.

“Sigh, tonight I still haven’t found a fate star beyond the white one,” Qin Feng sighed. After washing up, he lay down on the bed and entered the realm of dreams.

He had a strange dream.

In the dream, it was pitch dark, and there was a dripping sound of water in his ears.

Clearly dreaming, yet he seemed to smell a damp and rotten stench.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed, and two burly men with indistinct faces carried a man in a white prisoner’s uniform, moving towards the depths of darkness.

They arrived in front of an underground cave, and outside the cave, black chains were densely intertwined.

On the surface of the chains near the cave, there were dark red marks and unknown dark attachments.

Following that, the two strong men threw the man in prisoner’s clothing into the cave and quickly turned to run.

After a deathly silence, there were crunching chewing sounds echoing in the darkness, sending shivers down one’s spine.

In Qin Feng’s view, he clearly saw fresh blood splattering from the cave, staining the chains.

In his dream, he kept zooming in, getting closer to the cave.

The chewing sounds became clearer, and just as he was about to see the scene inside the cave.

A white bone claw reached out, fiercely reaching towards him.

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