Published: March 8, 2025
Chu Yang was taken aback, just about to speak, when he suddenly realized he had been confined without realizing it!
He couldn’t even move his lips! His whole body was stiff where he stood!
Wu Qianqian trembled all over: “Master!”
This white shadow was, of course, Feng Yuru.
Feng Yuru let Chu Yang stand there, floated in, and sat down opposite Wu Qianqian.
Wu Qianqian finally noticed something was off with Chu Yang and anxiously asked, “Master, what did you do to him?”
Feng Yuru replied calmly, “I just made him stand in punishment; the accounting hasn’t even begun yet!”
Wu Qianqian felt a bit relieved in her heart and asked, “Then… what about Master Yue?”
She knew that Feng Yuru had a gentle temperament and doted on her a lot. Even if she were furious, with her there to mediate, Chu Yang would not be in danger.
But compared to Feng Yuru, Yue Lingxue had a stronger killing intent and a more volatile temper. If Yue Lingxue were here, it would probably be…
“Your Master Yue has something going on,” Feng Yuru said lightly. “I just didn’t trust you to be alone here, so I came up to take a look. I didn’t expect to encounter this rascal!”
“He… he’s not a rascal…” Wu Qianqian weakly explained.
Feng Yuru snorted heavily, and Wu Qianqian dared not speak again.
“This is the man you deeply love, isn’t it?” Feng Yuru pointed at Chu Yang coldly and said, “You wore a black robe for him? You don’t even wear the robe I gave you that can defend against knives and swords? You’re depressed because of him? You agreed to stay in the upper three days and become our joint disciple for him?”
“Master!” Wu Qianqian panicked and stood up, kneeling with a thud: “Disciple is guilty! But this was all my own decision; he knew nothing! If Master is angry, just punish your disciple, please don’t blame him. It has nothing to do with him.”
“Foolish child!” Feng Yuru sighed. “What makes him worthy of your deep affection? What’s so good about him? Weak and irresponsible! In the face of a woman who loves him deeply, he can be so heartless, so stone-hearted… How can you be so foolish? There are countless heroes and talented individuals in this world; why do you have to fall for such a man?”
“Master…” Wu Qianqian stammered but stubbornly replied, “Chu Yang… he’s not as unbearable as you say.”
Feng Yuru glared at her: “Shut up!”
With a wave of her hand, she pulled Chu Yang over, making him stand stiffly in front of the two.
Suppressing her anger, Feng Yuru asked, “Are you Chu Yang?”
Chu Yang remained expressionless.
“Speak!” Feng Yuru demanded angrily.
“Master… Your restriction seems to still be in place…” Wu Qianqian cautiously reminded.
“Uh…” Feng Yuru waved her hand, and Chu Yang suddenly found he could move. But he showed no surprise, instead smiling faintly and asked, “Are you the wind sovereign?”
Feng Yuru's restrictions made Chu Yang's heart tighten. That overwhelming feeling could only be felt from Zixie Qing. Although Feng Yuru was slightly weaker, she was still not something the current Chu Yang could contend with, nor was she something the current Sword Spirit could handle.
Feng Yuru said lightly, “That is this seat.”
Chu Yang replied nonchalantly, “Then I am Chu Yang.”
Feng Yuru’s anger flared: “A little brat, how dare you compare yourself to me?!”
Chu Yang smiled and said, “Perhaps in the eyes of the wind sovereign, I cannot compare, but in my mouth, we are already on the same level.”
Feng Yuru sneered, “You actually have some backbone!”
“Wind sovereign flatters me,” Chu Yang replied calmly. “It’s just that compared to ordinary people, I have a bit more resilience.”
“But why don’t you dare take responsibility for my disciple?” Feng Yuru took a deep breath and asked.
Chu Yang looked at Wu Qianqian with a complicated expression and said, “When has the wind sovereign known that I don’t take responsibility? Do you know that my reluctance to take responsibility has my reasons?”