Chapter 7: Suffering Loss (Part One)

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  After a refreshing bath in the steaming hot water filled with spices, and changing into clean and tidy clothes after tearing off his tattered rags, Yi Feng felt like he was living as a human being for the first time.

  At this time, the sky was completely dark, and the rice porridge had already been served. Yi Feng followed a middle-aged servant to the front of a two-story wooden pavilion. The middle-aged servant instructed him: "You go in yourself. You are young and ignorant, if my mistress asks you something, say as little as possible about what you know, and don't say anything about what you don't know. Do you understand?"

  The middle-aged housekeeper was very uneasy about leaving Yi Feng, who looked only seven or eight years old, but since the young lady had summoned him, he had no choice but to obey, although he couldn't help but give a few more instructions.

  Yi Feng politely bid farewell to the Ding family and then pushed open the attic door, stepping inside.

  The first floor is quite large, with several guest chairs, and the painting in the main hall is a calligraphy of two big characters "Tian Dao". These two characters are written as if dragons are soaring in the sky, very free and lively, as if there is a world hidden within.

  The first floor was empty, and Yi Feng guessed that Ling Xianzi must be waiting on the second floor. He walked up the stairs and reached the second floor, where a faint scent of musk wafted towards his nose, making him feel as if he had entered another world.

  The second floor was where Ling Lingshenzi slept before she cultivated her Tao, and apart from Ling Wangye, no other man had ever set foot there.

  Pink gauze curtains hung straight down from the top of the building to the ground, completely covering a carved wooden bed with phoenix and crane patterns. On the bed was Lingling Xianzi sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed, her beautiful face without a ripple.

  In the center of the boudoir, there was a white wooden octagonal table with four chairs. On the table, four small teacups were arranged in a pattern resembling the Big Dipper surrounding a teapot emitting wisps of steam.

  On both sides of the wall hang various figure and landscape paintings, lifelike, vividly depicted, obviously not created by ordinary people.

  Unlike all the girls' boudoirs, there was no dressing table on the second floor. Yi Feng was puzzled, although this Ling Xianzi had not returned home for a long time, but this time she came back and stayed for nearly a month, yet there was no place to dress up in the room. Did those who cultivated immortality and asked about the Tao all face people with plain faces?

  Lingling didn't get up for a long time, and Yifeng didn't dare to call her. With nothing to do, he sat down in the chair, poured himself a cup of tea, and started sipping it slowly. The water was warm, with a rich aroma that filled his mouth, and after swallowing, he felt a soothing energy sinking into his abdomen. As Yifeng opened his mouth to praise the good tea, there was still a lingering fragrance in his mouth.

  Yi Feng was amazed in his heart, the soft power that sank into his abdomen made him feel refreshed all over, just like when he was bathed in that spiritual light. Indeed it was good tea! Suppressing the joy in his heart, Yi Feng actually drank down a whole pot of fragrant tea, not leaving a single drop behind.

  Since it's good tea and it's also free, I absolutely can't waste it! Yi Feng finished drinking and still shamelessly justified his behavior in his heart.

  But soon, Yi Feng's whole body began to feel weak and soft. After a while, he was powerless to crawl onto the table, and gradually, a sour numb pain spread from his bones to his brain nerves.

  Oh no! Could it be that this little girl's tea is poisoned? No way! I'm just a small beggar, I don't deserve such treatment. This fragrant and refreshing tea, if it were poisonous, would be a rare poison, but using it on me would be a waste of heaven's treasure.

  About the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Yi Feng's internal pain intensified, as if being gnawed by countless ants. At first, he hummed softly, but as the pain became increasingly unbearable, his voice grew louder and louder, almost wailing.

  However, Lingling who was sitting on the bed didn't react at all, with a faint cold smile still hanging at the corner of her mouth. Yifeng cursed this little girl in his heart for being unkind and ignoring his situation, where was the charitable heart of a fairy's child?!

  Yi Feng could no longer hold on, so he stumbled to the bedside, lifted the mosquito net, and his thin, withered hand trembled as it touched Ling's knee.

  Ling finally opened her beautiful eyes and exclaimed in surprise: "Young brother, what's wrong with you?" Her nervous state was evident!

  You stinky old woman, dare to treat me like this? Wait until I become a great man and see how I'll deal with you! Yi Feng's heart was crying out in anguish, but for now he couldn't show even half of his heroic spirit. He could only say humbly: "Immortal maiden, please take pity on me. Your humble servant mistakenly drank the immortal tea, but unfortunately doesn't have the good fortune to enjoy it. Now my whole body is suffering unbearable pain. I hope you'll take pity and lend a hand! Your humble servant will be eternally grateful!"