124: Chapter 124 Angels

Qian Renxue stiffened at Qin Feng's sudden action.

She was the high and mighty Saintess of the Spirit Hall; when had she ever been treated so frivolously!

"Bastard! Get away from me!" Qian Renxue's face flushed with anger as she struggled desperately.

The six light wings behind her flapped violently, attempting to force her way out of Qin Feng's embrace.

Qin Feng didn't persist; he let go, allowing Qian Renxue to fly into mid-air.

Hovering in the air, Qian Renxue panted heavily, her chest heaving violently.

That brief contact had allowed her to feel the terrifying, pure power within Qin Feng, like a volcanic eruption.

She knew that ordinary probing was now meaningless.

"Qin Feng, this is what you forced me to do! Fifth Spirit Ability, Holy Sword!"

The black spirit ring at Qian Renxue's feet shone brightly.

Countless golden light points gathered in the sky, and a massive light sword over ten meters long formed above Qian Renxue's head.

The temperature emitted by this sword was terrifyingly high, causing the stone walls around the sparring arena to show signs of melting.

"Be defeated!" Qian Renxue gripped her hands in the air, directing the massive Holy Sword as it crashed down towards Qin Feng with an earth-shattering Aura.

Qin Feng stood in place, looking up at the giant sword descending, an arrogant smile playing on his lips.

"All flash and no substance. Today, I'll show you what it means to overcome ten techniques with one force!"

Qin Feng took a deep breath and clenched his right fist tightly.

Veins bulged on his arm, and his muscles stood out like blocks of rock.

Without any superfluous movements, he punched directly at the descending Holy Sword, simple and unadorned.

"Boom—!!!"

A deafening roar echoed.

Pure physical strength and sacred Soul Power collided fiercely in mid-air.

A terrifying shockwave swept outwards, tearing the hard granite floor apart inch by inch, and the surrounding torches were instantly extinguished.

The entire underground sparring arena shook violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.

It only stalemated for less than a second.

A peerless, massive force erupted from Qin Feng's fist, instantly shattering the ten-meter-long Holy Sword into a sky full of golden light points.

"This... this is impossible!" Qian Renxue was dumbfounded as she watched her strongest single-target attack exploded by Qin Feng's punch.

The powerful backlash made Qian Renxue's throat taste sweet, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

The light wings behind her dimmed, and she lost her balance, falling from mid-air.

Qin Feng flashed his feet, instantly appearing beneath where Qian Renxue was falling.

He reached out his hands and caught Qian Renxue steadily.

The immense impact was fully absorbed by Qin Feng; his legs plowed two deep furrows into the ground, but his body remained standing straight.

Qian Renxue lay in Qin Feng's broad, sturdy embrace, her long golden hair cascading down.

With a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth and a pale face, the look she gave Qin Feng was filled with shock and a hint of infatuation she hadn't even realized herself.

In this World where the strong prey on the weak, women are always drawn to strength in their bones.

Qin Feng's domineering figure as he shattered the Holy Sword with that punch had completely broken through Qian Renxue's final psychological defenses.

"Are you done fighting? Now, you are mine." Qin Feng looked down at Qian Renxue in his arms, his voice firm and decisive.

Qian Renxue did not refute him.

She closed her eyes weakly, her chest heaving violently.

She had lost, and she was convinced of her defeat.

The dust in the underground sparring arena gradually dissipated, and the air was still filled with a pungent burnt smell.

Qin Feng didn't even glance at the mess, carrying Qian Renxue straight towards the exit.

"Let me go, I can walk myself!" Qian Renxue bit her silver teeth, a stubborn blush appearing on her pale face.

She struggled to get down, but the empty Soul Power in her body left her without even the strength to lift her arm.

Qin Feng acted as if he hadn't heard her, instead tightening his arms even more.

"Your legs are shaking like a sieve right now, and you want to walk? Don't embarrass me."

His broad palms supported her back and the back of her knees steadily, his pace smooth without a single jolt.

Qian Renxue wanted to bite him, but leaning against Qin Feng's solid chest and listening to his strong, powerful heartbeat, her resistance surprisingly softened unconsciously.

That sense of security, unshakeable like a mountain, was something she had never experienced in her twenty-plus years of life.

The two passed through the long, dark corridor and arrived at Qin Feng's private courtyard.

Qin Feng kicked open the carved wooden door and strode to the bedside.

Without any gentleness for the fair maiden, he threw Qian Renxue onto the large, soft bed like a sandbag.

"Ouch! You hurt me!" Qian Renxue bounced on the bed from the impact, glaring at the man in front of her.

Qin Feng pulled over a chair and sat down in front of her bed with a bold, unrestrained posture.

"It's supposed to hurt; who told you to use that move that injures the enemy by a thousand while harming yourself by eight hundred."

As he spoke, he took out a white porcelain bottle from his storage spirit tool.

"Take off your outer garment."

Qin Feng pulled out the stopper of the porcelain bottle, and a cool, medicinal fragrance instantly filled the room.

Qian Renxue clutched her collar tightly, shrinking into the corner of the bed like a frightened cat.

"You... what do you want to do? I warn you, if you dare to touch me, Grandfather won't let you off!"

Qin Feng rolled his eyes, a mocking sneer curling his lips.

"Put away your persecution complex. If I really wanted to sleep with you, you wouldn't even have bone fragments left back in the sparring arena."

He slammed the medicine bottle onto the bedside table.

"You forcibly activated your Fifth Spirit Ability and were interrupted by me; the Soul Power backlash damaged your Meridians. Does the area around your chest feel like it's being pricked by needles right now?"

Qian Renxue froze, instinctively reaching out to cover her left chest.

How did he know?

"If you don't want to be left with hidden injuries and become a cripple, obediently apply the medicine."

Qin Feng stood up and turned to walk out the door.

"I'm going to get you something to eat. Apply the medicine yourself; don't expect me to serve you."

The door was slammed shut with a "bang," leaving Qian Renxue sitting on the bed in a daze.

She looked down at the bottle of fragrant ointment, gritted her teeth, and slowly unfastened her tattered golden outer garment.

A shocking bruise lay across her jade-white skin.

She applied the cool ointment to the injury, and a warm current instantly seeped into her limbs and bones; the piercing pain miraculously eased significantly.

"This bastard... the medicine he uses is actually quite precious." Qian Renxue muttered to herself.

Half an hour later, the door was pushed open again.

Qin Feng walked in carrying a huge wooden tray.

There was no exquisite plating, no gold-inlaid tableware, only two large bowls of steaming meat porridge and a plate of coarse flour buns piled up like a small mountain.

"Come over and eat." Qin Feng placed the tray heavily on the table and pulled up a chair to sit down first.

Qian Renxue had changed into a clean, plain-colored long dress and slowly shuffled to the table.

She looked at the thick meat porridge in the bowl, where the rice grains were almost dissolved, and her brows immediately furrowed.

"What is this? The servants at Spirit Hall eat better than this!"

Qin Feng picked up a bun and took a big bite.

"Eat it or don't; if you don't eat, stay hungry."

Chewing the food, he said indistinctly: "This is a soup base made from the bones of a hundred-thousand-year-old Black Armored Turtle, cooked with snow ginseng from the Extreme North Land. It's very nourishing."

Qian Renxue swallowed.

She was indeed hungry; her Soul Power overdraft meant her body urgently needed to replenish energy.

She tentatively picked up a wooden spoon and scooped a small mouthful into her mouth.

The rich meat fragrance mixed with the sweet, fresh medicinal herbs instantly burst on her taste buds.

Qian Renxue's eyes lit up.

It was unexpectedly delicious!

She stopped talking and started eating mouthful after mouthful; although she maintained her elegance, the frequency had clearly increased significantly.

Qin Feng watched her cheeks puffed up like a little hamster, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.

"Eat slowly, no one is fighting you for it. A dignified Saintess acting like a refugee who hasn't eaten in days."

Qian Renxue was choked by his words and started coughing violently.

"Cough, cough, cough... mind your own business!" She glared at Qin Feng angrily.

Qin Feng pulled over a clean cotton cloth, roughly smeared it on her face, and messily wiped the porridge stains from the corner of her mouth.

"Wipe it clean, it's an eyesore."

Qian Renxue's cheeks flushed red from his rough action, and she slapped his hand away.

"I'll do it myself!"

After eating and drinking her fill, Qian Renxue felt that her strength had recovered quite a bit.

She stood up, trying to regain her high and mighty Saintess airs.

"Qin Feng, although you won against me today, I will not submit."

Qin Feng leaned back in his chair, picked a piece of meat from his teeth, and looked at her sideways.

"Submit? Do I need you to submit?"

He pointed to the empty bowl on the table.

"Since you're full, go wash the dishes."

Qian Renxue widened her eyes, as if she had heard something completely absurd.

"You want me to wash dishes?! I am Qian Renxue! I have never touched dishwater since I was born!"

Qin Feng sneered, his tall frame standing up instantly, a powerful sense of oppression rushing towards her.

"Here, there is no Saintess, only my woman and my subordinates."

He approached Qian Renxue step by step until he forced her back against the cold wall.

"Since you cannot defeat me right now, you must follow my rules."

Qin Feng lowered his head, his nose almost touching hers.

"Go. Wash. Dishes."

Qian Renxue looked into his deep, domineering eyes, and her heart skipped a beat for no reason.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes turning red with grievance.

But in front of this overbearing man, the pride in her bones could not manifest at all.

She could only stomp her feet in resentment, pick up the tray on the table, and walk towards the well in the courtyard.

Qin Feng stood by the doorframe, watching that stunningly beautiful figure clumsily washing dishes by the well, the corners of his mouth curling into a triumphant arc.

"Clang—" A crisp shattering sound came from the courtyard.

"Oh!" Qian Renxue let out an exclamation.

Qin Feng frowned and took a few strides out of the room.

He saw Qian Renxue clutching her right finger, squatting next to the shattered porcelain all over the ground, fresh blood seeping from her fingertip.

"What a useless thing, cutting your hand just from washing dishes."

Qin Feng scolded her, but his movements were surprisingly fast. He grabbed Qian Renxue's wrist and pulled her up.

"Let go! I don't need your help!" Qian Renxue tried to break free.

Qin Feng ignored her struggle entirely and put her bleeding finger directly into his mouth.

Qian Renxue's body stiffened instantly.

The warm oral cavity wrapped around her fingertip, and an indescribable tingling sensation shot straight from her fingertip to the top of her head.

Her face flushed red to the roots of her ears instantly, and even her breathing became rapid.

"You... you are shameless!" She stammered, but her voice was soft and lacked any lethal force.

Qin Feng sucked out the clotted blood and spat it on the ground with a "ptui" sound.

"If I were shameless, it wouldn't be your finger I was holding in my mouth right now."

He let go of Qian Renxue's hand, tore a strip of cloth from his clothes, and bandaged it up in a flash, tying an extremely ugly bow.

"Alright, stop getting in the way here. Go to the courtyard and brew me a pot of tea."

Looking at the ugly bow on her finger, Qian Renxue couldn't summon a shred of anger in her heart.

She obediently walked to the stone table in the center of the courtyard and began to fiddle with the tea set.

Qin Feng walked to the other side of the courtyard, took off his shirt, and revealed his strong, dragon-like muscles.

Without any fancy Soul Power fluctuations, he simply took a horse stance and punched at the air, one punch after another.

"Hoo—Ha—" Each punch carried a dull sound of breaking through the air.

Qian Renxue sat by the stone table, boiling water while secretly observing Qin Feng, who was practicing his punches.

Sweat slid down his sharp, angular muscle lines, refracting a wild light in the sunlight.

She had seen countless geniuses and countless handsome nobles. But no one could, like Qin Feng, emit such deadly male pheromones just by relying on pure physical strength.

"Is it good-looking?" Qin Feng suddenly stopped his movements, turned his head, and looked at her with a half-smile.

Qian Renxue was caught in the act and hurriedly averted her gaze. "Who... who is looking at you! I am looking at the tree behind you!"

The water in the kettle boiled, making a gurgling sound, which just happened to cover up her thunderous heartbeat.

Qin Feng walked to the stone table, picked up a cup of hot tea that Qian Renxue had just poured, and drank it in one gulp.

"Hot, hot, hot!" He grimaced in pain from the heat.

Qian Renxue looked at his disheveled appearance and finally couldn't help but burst into laughter with a "pfft."

This smile was like the spring breeze melting snow; the whole courtyard seemed to brighten up a little.

Qin Feng looked at her bright smile, his eyes gradually becoming deep and dark.

"You look much better when you smile than when you wear that deadpan face."

Qian Renxue's smile froze on her face; the atmosphere that had just eased became filled with the smell of gunpowder again.

"Qin Feng, do you believe I will splash this pot of boiling water on your face!"

Qin Feng grabbed her hand holding the kettle and pulled her into his arms. The distance between the two was pulled to the edge of danger again.

"You can try it." Qin Feng looked down at her, his tone carrying a hint of teasing. "Let's see if your boiling water is faster, or if I am faster at stripping off your clothes."

Qian Renxue's chest heaved violently with anger, but held tightly by him, she couldn't move at all.

"You are just a rascal who only knows how to bully women!"

Qin Feng laughed instead of getting angry, lowered his head, and his warm lips almost touched her earlobe. "I only bully my woman."

The low voice carried an irresistible domineering quality, like a heavy hammer, striking Qian Renxue's heart hard again.

A breeze blew through the courtyard, blowing down a few golden leaves. Qian Renxue did not struggle anymore.

She closed her eyes, hiding the panic and palpitation in her eyes that even she was unwilling to admit.

This peaceful yet gunpowder-filled daily life... didn't seem so annoying after all.

Qin Feng carried Qian Renxue and strode to a huge stone table at the edge of the martial arts arena. He roughly placed Qian Renxue on the stone table. The cold touch of the stone table made Qian Renxue shiver and open her eyes again.

Qin Feng was not polite at all; he leaned down directly, cupped Qian Renxue's stunningly beautiful face with both hands, and lowered his head to kiss her lips fiercely.

This was not a gentle kiss, but a bite filled with strong possessiveness.

At first, Qian Renxue symbolically pushed against Qin Feng's chest with her hands. But Qin Feng's pectoral muscles were as hard as iron plates; she couldn't push him at all.

Soon, under Qin Feng's domineering offensive, Qian Renxue gave up resistance.

The two returned to the lounge next to the martial arts arena. Qian Renxue sat on a chair, her legs still a bit weak. Looking at Qin Feng's energetic appearance, a sweet sense of satisfaction couldn't help but rise in her heart.

Qin Feng sat next to her and took out the diary book again. Qian Renxue saw the diary book and immediately became nervous. "You... what are you going to write again?"

Qin Feng grinned, completely ignoring Qian Renxue's gaze, and began to write in the diary book directly.

[Just had a spar with that blonde babe with the Seraphim Spirit. She has quite a temper; she insisted I had to win before she would let me touch her. As it turned out, she couldn't even take one punch from me. This woman's assets are indeed substantial—long legs, a slim waist, and that pair of big waves feels excellent. After tossing around for two hours, this arrogant angel has finally been completely tamed by me. From today on, she is my, Qin Feng's, woman. If that so-called Spirit Hall dares to make an issue of her, or if anyone dares to harbor thoughts about her, I will exterminate their whole family.]

Qin Feng closed the diary book and stretched contentedly.

And on the diary Message Board, seeing this extremely explicit update caused an uproar once again.

[I Have No Mother]: Qin Feng!! You big jerk!! How could you write such details in the diary! It's so embarrassing! How can I face anyone from now on! However... that last sentence of yours, I guess you have some conscience.

[Supreme Pontiff]: How dare you! She is still just a child! You actually did this to her! Qin Feng, you are openly provoking the bottom line of Spirit Hall!

[Little Witch]: Wow! Two hours! Brother Qin Feng is so amazing! That angel sister is so happy.

[Bunny is the Cutest]: Brother Qin Feng is a big bad guy! You forgot your old love after finding a new one. You must compensate us when you come back tonight!

[Poison Fairy]: I'm envious, I'm envious. Although this Qin Feng acts roughly like a bandit, this domineering protective attitude is really so manly. Words like "exterminate their whole family"—I guess he is the only one in the whole World who dares to say it so righteously.

[Purest Fox]: That woman called Seraphim is so lucky. To be slept with by Brother Qin Feng and still get such a promise. Brother Qin Feng, don't forget about me; I also want Want Sweet Love and rough treatment!

In the western district of Heaven Dou City, deep in a secluded alley that never sees the sun all year round, there is an inconspicuous gray-brick courtyard. The wooden door of the courtyard was tightly closed, and not a single human voice could be heard around it.

Dai Mubai was sitting on a master chair in the main hall. His face was as white as a sheet of paper, without a hint of blood.

His chest was wrapped in a thick layer of bandages, with a bit of red blood seeping through. This was a serious injury left after his sternum was forcibly broken by Qin Feng earlier. Even now, if he breathed a little too hard, it would cause excruciating pain.