Chapter 62: Cheating for a Kiss (3)

  Second watch

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  Yi Feng was guilty and didn't exchange many words with Wen Shidi; while Guo Shixiong, who rushed to the scene after hearing the news, and Wen Shidi were intimidated by Yi Feng's astonishing strength. Although they had already cut Yi Feng into a thousand pieces in their hearts, they still wisely suppressed their anger.

  Han Yaner saw that her two senior brothers were accusing Yi Feng, but their words were ambiguous. She couldn't help but speak up for Yi Feng a few times, but was scared off by the angry glares of her two senior brothers.

  "Alright, junior sister. Since we've already reached the Crab Infant Beast's lair, our mission is accomplished. It's time to return to the sect. Brother Wen and I are still recovering from our injuries. If we encounter another danger, it'll be difficult for us to escape with our lives again." Guo said to Han Yan'er, who was still fuming, his expression tinged with helplessness.

  "Yes, this time we came out without Master's permission. If we're late or you get into an accident, Master will probably skin us alive. You should know Master's temper better than us." Wen Shidi saw that Han Yan'er still had lingering feelings, so he brought up his own master, who was also Han Yan'er's father, to scare her.

  Han Yan's father was notorious for his violent temper, and from top to bottom of the Tianling Sect, except for those senior cultivators who didn't care about him, everyone else, even his own master brothers, were somewhat afraid of him.

  Han Yan had been trained under her father's strict requirements since childhood, and she was afraid of her father like a tiger, never daring to disobey him in the slightest. This time, she came out because she couldn't bear to see her two senior brothers suffer such serious injuries, and she already felt guilty about it. If she were to involve them again and have them punished by her father, that would be too unrighteous of her.

  "Let's go back first, Brother Yi. You must come to Fuxi Mountain to find me when you have time." Han Yanyu said reluctantly to Yi Feng. She not only had a lot of good feelings towards Yi Feng, but also had a lingering attachment to the story of Sun Wukong.

  "Hehe, don't worry, I'll definitely go to Fuxi Mountain." Yi Feng replied firmly. In his heart, he thought, "When I have enough power and the status of a pre-heavenly spirit body, I will find you and marry you..."

  Wen Shidi and Guo Shixiong gave Yi Feng a cold stare, the meaning was clear: if you dare to come, we will not hesitate to strip your tendons, peel your skin, and crush your bones! But Yi Feng didn't put their gazes in his heart at all. Now the two were no longer his match, with his own progress speed, it wouldn't take many years to leave them far behind.

  "Then we'll go first, Brother Yi, take care!" It was the most ordinary farewell words, but after saying it, a layer of mist appeared in Han Yan'er's beautiful eyes, and she seemed to be on the verge of crying out loud.

  Yi Feng looked at her with a pang in his heart, and without regard for Wen Shidi and Guo Shixiong who were still present, he immediately pulled Han Yan'er into his arms and whispered softly in her ear: "Little girl, rest assured that you can go back now, but before I come to find you, don't get married no matter what."

  Wen Shidi was furious, just about to step forward, but was held back by Guo Shixiong. Guo Shixiong shook his head at Wen Shidi, and Wen Shidi's face turned pale as he took out his flying sword and flew straight into the sky, apparently enraged by Yi Feng.

  Han Yan'er nodded silently, not knowing what Yi Feng meant, and was then pushed by Yi Feng to stand in front of Guo Shixiong. Yi Feng said: "You all go back now. Brother Guo, please take good care of Yan'er Shimei, if she suffers any grievances, I'll come looking for you first."

  Yi Feng's words were overbearing, but they were filled with confidence. As a sword cultivator, his sharp and piercing aura was involuntarily released, giving people a sense of oppressive pressure like the clash of swords.