114: Chapter 114 Shangguan Wuqing

Above the mountain peak, lightning snakes danced wildly.

That naked figure bathed in purple thunder was full of wild, powerful beauty, like a Fairy.

Jiang Feng's breath hitched.

To be able to make Xiaomei so afraid, to be called 'Great Mistress' by her, and to look so much like Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei—besides the first heir of the Chilian Tribe, Shangguan Wuqing, who else could it be?

Just as his thoughts raced, the lightning on the peak suddenly converged!

Boom!

A purple lightning pillar, several times thicker than all the previous lightning bolts combined, tore through the sky and struck directly above Shangguan Wuqing's head!

The intensity of the lightning turned the entire mountaintop into a sheet of white.

Jiang Feng instinctively closed his eyes; his vision was left with nothing but white.

When he opened his eyes again, the lightning across the sky had dissipated, and the figure that had originally been standing in the center of the thundercloud had disappeared.

Where was she?

Was she struck into ash?

Jiang Feng was feeling puzzled when a chill came from beside him.

He turned his head abruptly.

Shangguan Wuqing had appeared within three feet of him without him knowing when!

She was already wearing a tight black leather armor, which perfectly outlined her fiery figure.

Her long, wet hair was draped casually, and faint scorch marks from the lightning remained on her bronze skin, adding to her wildness.

Such fast speed!

Jiang Feng's heart tightened. He had been on guard the whole time, yet he hadn't noticed how the other party moved at all.

This woman's strength was even greater than Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei's.

But at this moment, Jiang Feng was not afraid in the slightest.

"Who are you people?"

Shangguan Wuqing spoke, her voice cold and without a ripple. Her gaze swept over Jiang Feng, sharp as a knife.

Xiaomei, kneeling on the ground, was scared out of her wits and replied tremblingly: "Re... replying to Great Mistress, this servant is the maid Xiaomei under the seat of Young Mistress... Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei... This is the newly recruited Third War Slave of the Young Mistress, Jiang Feng."

"Oh?"

Shangguan Wuqing raised an eyebrow, her gaze falling back onto Jiang Feng.

"Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei... is she that impatient?"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly began to cough violently.

"Cough... cough, cough..."

She raised her hand to cover her mouth, and bright red blood seeped out from between her fingers.

She was injured!

And the injury was not light!

Jiang Feng saw it clearly. When this woman forcibly withstood that strongest lightning bolt just now, she had clearly paid a heavy price.

If he made a Move now, he had a seventy percent chance of killing her on the spot!

Killing Intent rose instantly in Jiang Feng's eyes.

But the next second, the thrilling sight of her body under the lightning appeared in his mind again.

Damn it, I just finished looking at her body, and now I want to kill her? Is this plot reversed?

I, the Old Ancestor, am at least a decent person.

More importantly, he didn't fully trust Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei yet.

This Shangguan Wuqing was a Cultivation fanatic, while Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei was deep in schemes and treacherous in her methods. It was hard to say who was right and who was wrong in these sisters' messy affairs.

If he killed Shangguan Wuqing now, he would completely become a knife in Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei's hands, to be discarded after use.

This deal was not worth it.

In the short moment Jiang Feng weighed the pros and cons, Xiaomei beside him was so anxious she was about to cry. She kowtowed while secretly tugging at Jiang Feng's robe, signaling him to kneel quickly.

Jiang Feng, however, acted as if he didn't notice and remained motionless.

What a joke?

He, the dignified Second Master of the Jiang Family, kneeling to a woman? If that got out, how could he hold his head high in front of his wives and concubines!

"I am Jiang Feng." He cupped his hands, his face expressionless.

"I only have a cooperative relationship with your sister. As for this 'Third War Slave' business, she forced it on me; I never admitted to it."

"Interesting."

Shangguan Wuqing wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, snorted coldly, and looked at the man in front of her with an amused expression.

A head of striking white hair, handsome features, and deep eyes.

What concerned her most was the surging power of Qi and blood within his body, which was not at all weaker than her own, having spent years using lightning for Body Refining.

As for being seen naked just now, she didn't care at all.

In Yunmeng Marsh, women are respected and men are inferior. In the world of the strong, a man's gaze simply doesn't matter.

But this man made her feel, for the first time, the pressure of being scrutinized by an equal.

"Did Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei send you to kill me?" She asked straightforwardly.

"Yes." Jiang Feng admitted it frankly, then the corner of his mouth curled up. "And, I did indeed have that thought just now."

Shangguan Wuqing's eyes instantly became dangerous. "Then why didn't you do it?"

She was very clear about her current state: strong on the outside but weak on the inside. If the other party attacked with full force, her chances of survival would be slim.

"Ahem." Jiang Feng coughed lightly and said solemnly.

"Mainly because the scene just now was too beautiful, I couldn't bear to strike. Also, I have a flaw: I don't like to take advantage of people when they are vulnerable."

Once these words were spoken, even though Shangguan Wuqing was always cold, a faint blush couldn't help but flash across her face, though it returned to coldness in an instant.

This man was really bold, and he was different from all the men she had ever seen.

He carried an inherent pride and lacked any of the servility found in the men of this world.

Just as the atmosphere became subtle, two sounds of breaking through the air came from far to near.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two lithe black shadows landed behind Shangguan Wuqing, knelt on one knee, and apologized in unison: "This servant has arrived late, please forgive me, Great Mistress!"

They were two women also wearing tight black leather armor, their faces covered with black veils, revealing only a pair of cold eyes. Their aura was heavy and concentrated; both were top-tier experts.

"It's over... it's over..."

As soon as Xiaomei saw these two women in black, the color instantly drained from her face, and she muttered in despair.

Shangguan Wuqing did not speak, merely glancing lightly at the two women in black.

The two women in black understood instantly. Their murderous intent sharpened, and they leaped up from the ground, one from the left and one from the right, pouncing towards Jiang Feng!

Their attacks were ruthless and tricky; one attacked the upper, one attacked the lower, cooperating with great tacit understanding, sealing off Jiang Feng's space for evasion.

However, Jiang Feng stood where he was, not moving an inch.

He saw it very clearly: although these two were filled with Killing Intent, they held back their strength, clearly not having the intention to kill; it was just a test.

Want to test the weight of me, the Old Ancestor?

Jiang Feng sneered.

Not until their attacks were about to reach his body did he strike suddenly!

There were no fancy Moves, just two simple punches, one meeting the left, one blasting the right.

Bang! Bang!

A dull sound of impact exploded.

The two women in black felt an irresistible giant force slam into their weapons. They groaned and flew backward together, stumbling seven or eight steps before steadying themselves.

The look in their eyes toward Jiang Feng changed instantly from cold Killing Intent to complete shock!

They wanted to attack again but were stopped by a look from Shangguan Wuqing.

"Stand down."

"Yes, Great Mistress."

The two women in black unwillingly stopped, retreating behind Shangguan Wuqing, but their gazes remained locked onto Jiang Feng, full of vigilance.

Shangguan Wuqing took a deep look at Jiang Feng. Her expression was complex: surprise, appreciation, and a trace of undisguisable wariness.

She turned and walked down the mountain, leaving behind only one cold and meaningful sentence.

"My good sister... you really went to great lengths to deal with me."

With a few leaps, her figure, along with the two women in black, disappeared at the end of the mountain path.

Until the aura of the three had completely vanished, Xiaomei, who had been collapsed on the ground, dared to breathe heavily and climb up from the ground.

She looked at Jiang Feng, her eyes completely turned to awe and fear.

"Lord... you... do you know who those two people just now were?" Xiaomei's voice trembled.

"Who?"

"Those are the most elite Black Cloud Thirteen Guards under the Great Mistress! Each one has the strength to fight a hundred! They are also the force the Young Mistress fears most! You actually repelled both of them in one Move!"

Black Cloud Thirteen Guards?

Jiang Feng touched his chin.

It seems this woman, Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei, hid quite a few things from him.

He looked up at the peak, which was still flashing with lightning and thunder, a flash of light in his eyes.

The final step of the Small Golden Body Art is right here!

Once his Cultivation Technique reaches Minor Achievement, whether it's Shangguan Wuqing or Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei, who is the pawn and who is the player will be hard to say!