44: Chapter 44 Qian Renxue Reveals Her True Colors! Qin Feng is Stunned!

"Little San."

A deep, hoarse voice suddenly sounded next to Tang San's ear.

Everyone else in the room seemed not to have heard it; only Tang San's body shuddered.

He raised his head and looked out the window at the pitch-black alley.

A tall figure clad in a ragged cloak stood there like a phantom.

That was his father, Tang Hao.

Tang San stood up, a fierce, cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Father."

He murmured silently in his heart.

Tang Hao's voice came again, carrying a suppressed rage and killing intent.

"That Spirit Bone..."

"It belongs to you."

"No one can take what belongs to our Tang family."

"Let's go and take it back."

Tang San nodded heavily, clenching his fists.

...

Outside Heaven Dou City, at Azure Wave Lake.

The lake surface was like a mirror, occasionally disturbed by a gentle breeze that stirred up layers of fine ripples.

Under the weeping willows on the shore, two lounge chairs were placed side by side, with an exquisitely crafted small stove set up between them, warming a pot of wine from which fragrance overflowed.

Qin Feng held a fishing rod, leaning back lazily in his chair, his eyes half-closed as he stared at the float on the lake surface.

Beside him, Xue Qinghe, dressed in casual clothes, also held a fishing rod, but those clear eyes were not on the lake, but occasionally glanced at Qin Feng beside him.

"Teacher Qin, I studied that comprehensive theory book from yesterday all night, Qinghe did."

Xue Qinghe broke the silence, his tone filled with sincere admiration.

"The Spirit Mimetic Evolution Theory within it is simply unheard of. Cultivating along that path, I feel like the bottleneck that has troubled me for so long is showing signs of loosening."

Qin Feng casually picked up the wine pot, poured himself a cup, and also filled Xue Qinghe's cup.

"That's natural. Since I've taken you as a student, I naturally have to offer something substantial."

"Come, let's have one."

Qin Feng raised his wine cup.

Xue Qinghe quickly picked up his cup, and the two lightly clinked them together before draining the contents.

As the wine entered his throat, a slight blush appeared on his face. Xue Qinghe looked at Qin Feng's nonchalant demeanor, and the desire to investigate him grew even stronger in his heart.

This person clearly possessed talent and strength capable of shaking the continent, yet he insisted on acting like a common street rogue.

Qin Feng put down his wine cup, leaned slightly forward, and naturally extended his right hand, heavily patting Xue Qinghe's chest.

"It's all in the wine. From now on, we're good buddies."

"If there's anything you don't understand, ask me anytime."

Slap!

This pat landed solidly.

The smile on Xue Qinghe's face instantly froze.

A strange electric current spread throughout her body from her chest. That sensation made her tremble, and she almost dropped the fishing rod in her hand.

Although she was using the top-tier disguise soul tool to perfectly mask her figure as a man, even adjusting for tactile sensation.

It didn't mean her original body's senses had disappeared.

Qin Feng's pat had landed squarely on a place it shouldn't have.

She guarded against everything, but never expected this to happen.

Xue Qinghe's body stiffened, and her breathing paused for half a beat at that moment.

Qin Feng seemed completely oblivious to the other party's abnormality. He withdrew his hand, still grasping in the air a couple of times, and looked at Xue Qinghe with a surprised expression.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?"

"Why is your face so red? The wine isn't that strong, is it?"

Xue Qinghe took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the shame, anger, and panic in her heart, and stammered:

"N-nothing is wrong."

"Perhaps the wind by the lake is a bit cold, making me feel a little unaccustomed."

Qin Feng chuckled, his gaze sweeping across Xue Qinghe's chest unscrupulously.

"Doesn't look like it."

"It seems you put in quite a bit of effort exercising on a regular basis."

Hearing these words, which were almost flirtatious, Xue Qinghe's earlobes turned completely red.

This guy was absolutely doing it on purpose!

Without waiting for Xue Qinghe to reply, Qin Feng raised his hand again, making a gesture as if he were about to pat that spot once more.

"Come, come, let your teacher check again."

Seeing that large hand about to descend again.

Xue Qinghe could no longer maintain her composure. She quickly shrank back and raised her hand to block her chest.

"Teacher Qin! You mustn't!"

Qin Feng's hand stopped mid-air, his face innocent.

"What's wrong? What's wrong between us men? We're buddies, why be so distant?"

"Or does Crown Prince Xue look down on me, a Viscount?"

Xue Qinghe bit her lip, her heart filled with shame and indignation.

She was a woman!

And she knew very well that Qin Feng had already exposed her identity in his diary.

This fellow knew she was Qian Renxue, knew she was a woman disguised as a man, yet he still took liberties under the guise of being 'buddies'.

Simply shameless!

If this continued, and Qin Feng used 'buddies' as an excuse to pat her whenever he pleased, should she resist or not resist?

Resisting meant looking down on her teacher; not resisting... did Qian Renxue still want her integrity?

Thinking of this, Xue Qinghe's eyes shifted.

Instead of being taken advantage of bit by bit like this, it was better to lay her cards on the table directly.

Since he already knew her identity, revealing it herself would allow her to take the initiative and leave him no excuse to act recklessly again.

Although confessing her identity to a man was somewhat shameful, and even went against her long-held intention of remaining undercover.

Facing a guy like Qin Feng who never played by the rules, conventional methods were useless.

Xue Qinghe put down her wine cup, stood up, and looked at Qin Feng with burning eyes.

"Qin Feng, there is actually something I have been hiding from you."

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow and also stood up, his face still wearing that roguish smile.

"What is it? Does Your Highness want to say you actually owe me a lot of money?"

Xue Qinghe ignored his joking remarks, took a deep breath, and her voice became somewhat low.

"I am not Xue Qinghe."

"I am Qian Renxue."

"The daughter of Bibi Dong, the Pope of Spirit Hall."

After saying this, Xue Qinghe stared intensely into Qin Feng's eyes, trying to gauge his reaction.

The expression on Qin Feng's face instantly became incredibly vivid.

His eyes widened like brass bells, his mouth slightly agape, looking as if he had been struck by lightning.

"What?!"

"Crown Prince Xue, you're a woman?"

"And the daughter of Bibi Dong? That legendary Saintess of Spirit Hall?"

As Qin Feng spoke, he exaggeratedly circled Xue Qinghe twice, clicking his tongue in amazement.

"My heavens, if this news got out, the entire Heaven Dou Empire would explode!"

"The Crown Prince is actually a dame... no, a beauty?"

Actually, Qin Feng was quite shocked internally.

What shocked him wasn't Qian Renxue's identity, but the fact that this little lass actually took the initiative to lay her cards on the table with him.

According to the original plot, or normal logic, shouldn't Qian Renxue cling tightly to this secret?

Why did she confess after he patted her twice?

This plot development was a bit off.