153: Chapter 153 Martial Arts Technique: Golden Bell Shield

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for opening the System gift package!]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining a Profound-Grade Low Grade defensive Martial Skill — "Golden Bell Shield"!]

As the crisp, pleasant notification sound faded in his mind, a flash of undisguised ecstasy erupted in Qin Feng's deep eyes.

"Golden Bell Shield".

One must know that in the entire Hehuan Sect Outer Sect, although offensive Martial Skills were scarce, they could still occasionally be seen in some missions.

However, defensive Martial Skills, especially of the Profound-Grade, were as rare as a Phoenix's feather.

Once Cultivated to Major Achievement, one's defensive power would increase exponentially.

Coupled with his already incomparably powerful Heavenly Tyrant Body, even if he stood still and let a Cultivator of the same rank hack at him, the opponent might not even be able to break his defense.

"Good stuff. It's like being handed a pillow just when I'm getting sleepy!" Qin Feng curled his lips into a wicked smile.

He lowered his head slightly, looking at Zhou Qingzi, who was still kneeling on the ground, tilting her pretty face up and gazing at him with eyes full of obsession.

The extreme obedience and fanaticism emanating from her very bones made one feel very satisfied.

"You did well."

Qin Feng reached out his rough hand, grabbed Zhou Qingzi's smooth, fair chin, and forced her to lift her head slightly. Aggressive light flashed in his deep, abyss-like black eyes.

"Master..." Zhou Qingzi's voice trembled, her watery peach-blossom eyes seemingly about to drip water.

Qin Feng didn't waste any words; he leaned down directly and fiercely kissed her luscious red lips.

"Umm—!"

The sudden roughness and dominance made Zhou Qingzi's entire body stiffen.

"No... don't... stop..."

The night wind howled outside the window, and the room was filled with spring.

...

A few hours later.

The night deepened, and a bright crescent moon hung high in the night sky, casting cold silver radiance onto the bluestone slabs of the courtyard.

Qin Feng, draped in a wide, black robe, walked to the center of the courtyard, feeling refreshed.

He took a deep breath of the slightly chilly air and slowly closed his eyes. The complex and obscure golden array patterns and the cultivation path of "Golden Bell Shield" appeared in his mind.

"Hum—!"

The "Chaos Art" within his body roared into operation, and his True Qi surged wildly through his broad Meridians.

"Golden Bell Shield, condense!"

Following a low roar in Qin Feng's heart.

"Boom!"

A dazzling dark-gold True Qi instantly surged out from the pores of his body.

These True Qi did not dissipate with the wind but instead rapidly intertwined and condensed around his body along a mysterious trajectory!

In just a few breaths of time.

A phantom golden bell, one zhang tall and covered in ancient, obscure runes, tightly enveloped Qin Feng.

"Clang—!"

Qin Feng flicked his finger, and a sharp gust of finger-wind struck the phantom of the golden bell, actually producing a sound like a real, booming bell.

"The defensive power is truly astonishing. Even though I have only just caught a glimpse of the path, the defensive level of this Golden Bell Shield is definitely enough to withstand a full-strength blow from a Qi Refining Level 9 expert!"

Feeling the indestructible rebounding force coming from the Golden Bell Shield, Qin Feng nodded with satisfaction.

Coupled with the inescapable lethality of "Inch Radiance", he now had both offense and defense!

...

Just as Qin Feng was immersed in cultivation in the courtyard.

On the other side of the courtyard, inside the elegant boudoir belonging to Mu Siyao.

The atmosphere was unusually heavy and oppressive.

"Siyao, are you even listening to me?!"

Mu Wanqing, wearing a simple long dress, had a face full of anxiety and anger.

She stared fixedly at her younger sister, who was sitting in front of the dressing table, mindlessly playing with a strand of hair.

"Sister, did you run over in the middle of the night just to tell me this?"

Mu Siyao put down the jade comb in her hand, turned around, and said with a hint of amusement and confusion in her charming peach-blossom eyes: "Weren't you in seclusion? Why are you suddenly concerned about my private affairs?"

"You can still laugh?!"

Mu Wanqing's chest heaved violently with anger. She walked quickly to Mu Siyao, lowered her voice, and said through gritted teeth: "That Qin Feng is not at all the person you imagine!"

"He is a complete bastard! A deep-scheming, hypocritical phony! If you stay with him, you will be eaten until not even your bones remain sooner or later. Listen to your sister, leave immediately and cut off all contact!"

Hearing her sister's stern warning, Mu Siyao not only showed no panic but instead chuckled lightly.

She stood up, walked to the table, poured two cups of Spirit Tea, and handed one to Mu Wanqing.

"Sister, drink some tea and calm down first."

Mu Siyao's beautiful eyes turned slightly, her tone revealing the clarity and rationality of someone who had struggled in this cruel world of cultivation: "Don't I know everything you just said?"

"You... you know?" Mu Wanqing was stunned, looking at her younger sister in disbelief.

"Of course."

Mu Siyao took a sip of the Spirit Tea, a charming arc forming on the corner of her mouth. "This is the Hehuan Sect Outer Sect, not some mundane charity house. Every day, people are killed for a few Low-Grade Spirit Stones or a single Spirit Medicine."

"If Qin Feng were a purely kind-hearted pushover, he would have died a hundred times over already."

She walked to the window, looking at the ink-like night outside, her voice becoming unusually firm:

"What I need is a man with means, someone ruthless enough. Only such a man can bring me true security in this man-eating world of cultivation! What's more... he's actually quite good to me."

"You—you are simply unreasonable!"

Mu Wanqing was trembling with anger at her sister's shocking remarks. She never expected that her always proud sister would be brainwashed by a man to this extent.

"He is good to you? That is him using you, he is lying to you!"

Mu Wanqing was completely desperate, her eye sockets uncontrollably turning red, her voice carrying a trace of undisguised grief and humiliation:

"Siyao, you have no idea what a terrifying, despicable devil he really is..."

Speaking of this, Mu Wanqing's voice choked.

She bit her lip hard, recalling the humiliating scene in the cold, damp cave deep in the Black Wind Mountain Range where her innocence was stolen by Qin Feng through a despicable bitter-meat ruse, and the hatred in her heart grew wildly like poisonous weeds.

Seeing her sister's unusual appearance, Mu Siyao was slightly taken aback, seemingly sensing that something was wrong.

"Sister, you... what's wrong with you? Are you hiding something from me?"

Facing her sister's questioning, Mu Wanqing was conflicted.

But in order to make her sister pull back from the brink, she finally gritted her teeth and hardened her heart.

"Fine! Since you don't believe me, I will tell you exactly what he did to me in the Black Wind Mountain Range, the beastly things he did!"

With that, she endured the humiliation and breakdown in her heart and told the whole story without leaving anything out: the betrayal of Senior Brother Zhao and Huo Kai, how Qin Feng stepped forward... and how he faked his death in the cave to trick her out of sympathy and her innocence.

By the end, Mu Wanqing was already tearful and sobbing uncontrollably.

"He is just a liar... a scumbag who toys with other people's feelings..."

Mu Wanqing covered her face in pain, her thin shoulders trembling violently: "Siyao, do you see his true face now? Do you still want to continue being obsessed?!"

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Mu Siyao widened her captivating peach-blossom eyes, her cherry lips slightly parted, seemingly completely stunned by this explosive news.

After a long while.

To Mu Wanqing's complete surprise, after the shock on Mu Siyao's face gradually faded, she did not show the expected anger or breakdown.

Instead, she let out a "pfft" laugh.