My Wife is A Sword God

After leaving Shuliang City, Qin Feng did not immediately return to Jinyang City.

Instead, accompanied by Si Zheng and Zhang Tiannan, he arrived at the Hundred Flowers Valley to meet someone.

In the fragrant garden filled with the sounds of birds, Qin Feng came here guided by a charming girl.

In the garden, on a well-crafted yellow rosewood bench, Cang Mu lazily reclined.

Seeing Qin Feng, she slowly sat up, stretched lazily, revealing her graceful curves.

“You dare to wander around in the Southern Region with a Dragon Pearl from the Azure Dragon lineage? Are you seeking death? Your death doesn’t matter, but my niece will be in tears every day.” Cang Mu sighed, then gently beckoned with her right hand.

The tea cup on the stone table floated in the air and drifted to Qin Feng and filled it with tea.

The fragrance of scented tea filled the air, creating a refreshing atmosphere.

But Qin Feng, at this moment, paid no attention to it. In his mind, there was only the image of one person.

“That girl has lost the Dragon Pearl, and her body will be weak for a long time. Only the spiritual spring in the Heavenly Lake can help her recover. If you want to see her again, you’ll have to wait until she comes out of the spring. It could be as short as three to five months.” Cang Mu explained.

Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Three to five months was a blink of an eye and not too difficult to wait.

But the other person added, “Or as long as three to fifty years? After all, the Dragon Clan is known for its long lifespan.”

Qin Feng’s face turned ugly, “I hope the senior can tell me the truth.”

“Don’t worry, at most half a year, you’ll be able to see her again,” Cang Mu stopped teasing, with a hint of a smile in her eyes. Clearly, this young man in front of her had her niece in his heart.

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng completely relaxed, “Senior, I have something here. I would like you to pass it on to Miss Cang.”

“What is it?” Cang Mu asked curiously, and then she saw Qin Feng taking out paper and a pen from his pocket.

The white paper spread out on the stone table, and Qin Feng’s pen danced gracefully.

A poem emerged on the paper:”The east wind scatters flowers in the night, petals falling like stars in the rain. Lavish carriages with fragrant scent fill the road, the sound of phoenix flutes in the air, and the radiance of a jade pot spinning, as fish and dragons dance throughout the night.

Moths and willows, golden threads of silk, laughter and sweet fragrance linger. Among the crowd, searching a thousand times and more, suddenly turning back, there he is, in the dim light of lanterns.”

Cang Mu looked at the poem, and her beautiful eyes widened. Such a beautiful poem was no less inferior to the beauty poem the young man had written before. 

This kid surprisingly had such talent for poetry!

“Lady Cang has always been fond of poetry, and this one can be considered specially written for her. I hope to meet her again soon and thank her for saving my life.” Qin Feng expressed sincerely.

The artistic conception in this poem aligns perfectly with his most sincere anticipation at this moment.

Cang Mu was completely immersed in the poetry; she didn’t pay attention to Qin Feng’s words but instead lovingly caressed the white paper.

It wasn’t until Qin Feng placed his hand on the white paper, blocking the contents of the poem, that she snapped back to reality.

“Elder, this poem is a gift for Miss Cang from me.” Qin Feng emphasized.

Cang Mu heard the implication and frowned slightly. “I naturally know. Do you think I would claim it as my own?”

Qin Feng didn’t say much, just nodded slightly.

After confirming many things in the Hundred Flowers Valley, Qin Feng could finally return to Jingyang City with peace of mind.

In the blink of an eye, seven days passed.

“Something’s not right.” Qin Feng glanced at the dent on the corridor railing that he had just made with his bare hands and muttered to himself.

When did the Literature Saint Daoist, known for his feeble strength, possess such formidable power? And this wasn’t even the result of his full strength; it was just a casual squeeze!

There were many other strange things. His senses had become more acute, and his endurance far surpassed what it used to be.

In the past, his greatest wish was to break through half an hour, but after Shuliang City’s trip, this record was easily broken by him!

He even surpassed it by the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!

With a little analysis, it was not hard to deduce that all these changes were due to the Dragon Beads inside him.

“According to what the master said, the Dragon Beads not only have the power to revive, but it can also temper the body. With sufficient opportunities, even without practicing the Divine Martial Tradition, one can have a body comparable to a fourth-grade warrior’s indestructibility.”

A Literature Saint Daoist with a body comparable to a warrior’s—how terrifying could that be? Qin Feng felt his blood boiling just thinking about it.

“I wonder how powerful I am now.”

After some contemplation, he found Black Charcoal Head in the mansion.

“Young Master wants to arm wrestle with me?” Xing Sheng put down his halberd with a surprised look on his face.

“What’s the matter? Any problem?”

“Well, Young Master, you are a scholar, challenging me in strength, isn’t it a bit…”

The four words “not knowing one’s limits” were not said aloud by Black Charcoal Head.

However, Qin Feng heard it; he raised his eyebrows confidently and said, “Whether it’s underestimating oneself, you’ll know once you try.”

Helpless, Xing Sheng could only agree.

The result of the contest was naturally without suspense; Qin Feng was defeated quickly, lasting less than three breaths in Black Charcoal Head’s hands.

Think about it, if the strength of the physical body is so easy to improve, wouldn’t it be a joke for the warrior to polish the physical body day and night?

Although the result was as expected, Black Charcoal Head was still very shocked. He had originally expected the Young Master to not last even a single breath.

“Young Master, don’t be discouraged. After you set up the Gathering Spirit formation in the Qin Mansion, my cultivation has also advanced by leaps and bounds. I have now reached the peak of the sixth-grade Gathering Energy realm. Your ability to last three breaths in my hands means that your physical strength is probably comparable to a ninth-grade warrior.”

It had to be said that Xing Sheng’s consolation was quite effective; Qin Feng felt much better.

In order to ease the embarrassment, he patted the other party’s shoulder and timely changed the topic, “Not bad at all. My previous efforts were not in vain. By the way, why didn’t you spar with my Second Brother in the courtyard today?”

Black Charcoal Head replied, “Young Master, you may not know, but the Second Young Master is truly gifted in the Divine Martial Tradition. After absorbing spiritual energy, he has already stepped into the fifth-grade Divine Movement realm in the time you were away. I am no match for him now, so how can I spar with him?”

“Hmm?” Qin Feng widened his eyes.

Upon reaching the courtyard, he saw his second brother sitting on the ground, looking up at the knife intent left by Senior Mad Blade, and comprehending carefully.

Qin Feng unfolded his special ability and looked into his brother’s body, where the continuous golden aura was indeed several times stronger than before!

He originally thought that this time he went to Shuliang City and entered the realm of the sixth grade Fate Divination Realm, and his cultivation level was the same as that of his second brother, so he could set an example as an elder brother again.

But reality proved he was only overthinking.

While feeling pleased, Qin Feng looked at the suspended knife intent, recalling the words Senior Zhen Tianyi had said.

His second brother had successfully reached the fifth-grade realm, and he didn’t know when Senior Mad Blade would come back to take him away.

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