184: Chapter 184 How can you possibly make me calm down?!

As she spoke up to this point, a strange flush flashed across City Lords Wife's beautiful, fair Face, and her voice became even more gentle, charming, and soft, almost dripping with moisture,

she added, "This humble one apologizes, and is willing to be at the Young Master's disposal!"

As soon as these words were spoken, not only was Steward Duan stunned, but even Gu Teng, who was lying in the ruins gasping for breath, rolled his eyes in anger.

This was no ordinary guarantee; she was practically placing the entire City Lord's Manor and City Lords Wife's own body before Qin Feng as an apologetic guarantee.

Seeing her excellent attitude, Qin Feng's originally cold brow furrowed slightly. "Really?"

City Lords Wife took a deep breath, her full chest rising and falling heavily. Looking into the young man's deep black eyes, she nodded seriously and solemnly, "A promise is a promise."

Qin Feng took a deep look at her. After a moment, with a slight twitch of his fingertips, the nine flying daggers spinning rapidly in the Void Realm let out a soft hum and obediently flew back into the Storage Pouch at his waist.

"For the sake of the Lady's Face, today, this Young Master will spare his dog life."

With his hands clasped behind his back, Qin Feng spoke indifferently, "However, if there is a next time, even the King of Heaven himself won't be able to save him."

"Thank you for your magnanimity, Young Master."

City Lords Wife breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and quickly ordered Steward Duan and several guards of the City Lord's Manor behind her:

"Carry Gu Teng down and treat his injuries well."

Steward Duan gave Qin Feng a complex look, but in the end, he said nothing. He led the men to lift the mud-like Gu Teng, and following City Lords Wife, the City Lord's Wife, they quickly left the ruined courtyard.

The group walked a long distance, only stopping once they had completely left the courtyard far behind and reached a secluded area inside the City Lord's Manor.

After dismissing the surrounding guards, City Lords Wife looked at Gu Teng, whose Face was pale and filled with resentment on the stretcher. The gentleness on her beautiful Face instantly vanished without a trace, replaced by an unprecedented coldness and majesty.

Her beautiful eyes were like knives as she stared intently at Gu Teng, coldly commanding:

"Gu Teng, for the sake of our clan, you heard what was said just now. Do not cause any more trouble for me. That man... is definitely not simple..."

"My Lady... but Dashan is dead... this hatred is irreconcilable..."

Gu Teng gritted his teeth, his voice raspy, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

City Lords Wife waved her sleeve impatiently and snorted coldly:

"Gu Dashan deserved to die for provoking someone he shouldn't have. He had just achieved a Breakthrough to Foundation Establishment, yet he could trigger such a terrifying phenomenon that was almost like heavenly wrath. His sect behind him and his own Aptitude are simply not things our small Gu Family can afford to provoke."

"If you insist on seeking death, don't blame this Lady for placing justice above family and sending you on your way myself!"

The cold and ruthless words fell upon Gu Teng's ears like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, making him shudder all over. He could only grit his teeth and nod unwillingly:

"This old man... understands."

...

On the other side.

Inside the guest room,

A faint scent of herbal medicine permeated the air, and the warm candlelight illuminated the narrow room.

Lying on the wooden couch, Bai Qi's fingers twitched slightly, her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly woke up.

What met her eyes was a damp wooden ceiling, and her wounds, which had been neatly bandaged and were no longer bleeding.

"Ugh..."

She murmured in pain, and just as she was about to struggle to sit up, she was surprised to find that her clothes, which had been tattered from being hunted by the Xuanqing Sect, had been changed to a simple and clean gown.

From the deep, bone-deep wound on her back came a wave of cool medicinal power, indicating that someone had extremely gently cleaned it and applied precious healing medicine for her.

She turned her head and saw Qin Feng sitting somewhat lazily on a chair beside the wooden couch. He was playing with a slightly blackened cloth in his hand. His handsome Face looked somewhat soft under the candlelight, and he was looking at her with a gentle expression.

Seeing this scene, Bai Qi's cold heart, which had been in coldness, assassination, and darkness all year round, actually trembled slightly at this moment.

Ever since she became an assassin, everyone who approached her did so for benefit or to plot against her body. When had anyone ever rescued her so gently and meticulously from a death trap, and cared for her so tenderly and considerately?

'He... actually isn't a bad person, is he...'

Bai Qi thought silently to herself, and a rare touch of gentleness and emotion involuntarily appeared in her originally cold and proud eyes.

However—

Before this rare feeling of being touched could fully rise in her heart.

"Whoosh—!"

Qin Feng, who had been sitting to the side, suddenly vanished from his spot like a ghost.

Before Bai Qi could even react,

a slender hand with distinct knuckles, as if forged from divine iron, carrying a violent and suffocatingly terrifying pressure, brought with it a gust of bone-chilling wind and fiercely, brutally choked her fair, slender neck!

"Ugh...!"

Bai Qi's breathing instantly stalled, and her originally somewhat rosy Face turned deathly pale in an instant due to lack of oxygen.

Her beautiful eyes widened as she looked in horror at the young man close at hand, whose gentleness had completely vanished, replaced by a cold, wicked smile.

"Little beauty, your wounds don't hurt anymore, do they?"

Qin Feng sneered maliciously, applying a bit of force to lift her up from the wooden couch somewhat roughly, and said:

"We should have a proper talk about you trying to assassinate me earlier."

Hearing these words, which sounded almost like a death sentence, Bai Qi's mind buzzed, and all the hairs on her body stood on end in an instant.

"You... you... knew it was me?!"

Enduring the sharp pain from her throat, Bai Qi exclaimed in a raspy voice filled with disbelief.

Her disguise techniques were profound; even experts at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage or even Half-step Golden Core might not be able to see through it at a glance. This guy was clearly only at the Early Foundation Establishment Stage, so how did he know?!

Qin Feng sneered disdainfully. Reaching out with his other large hand, he roughly and brutally ripped off the disguise mask on Bai Qi's Face that was used to conceal her aura and appearance, revealing her exquisite, beautiful Face that was now filled with shock.

"Of course I knew."

Tossing the mask aside, Qin Feng's slender fingers lightly and teasingly stroked Bai Qi's swollen chin, a playful smile hanging on the corner of his lips as he said,

"This Young Master's sensitivity to exquisite figures is far beyond your imagination. That sword strike of yours when you tried to assassinate me in the inn, as well as the cold aura unique to assassins on your body, are things I will never forget in this lifetime."

Hearing this, Bai Qi completely panicked, feeling that the man in front of her was an absolute devil.

She tightly gripped Qin Feng's wrist. Due to fear, her delicate body couldn't help but tremble slightly. Biting her red lips, she asked in a low, unwilling voice,

"Then, then why did you save me?"

This made no sense.

In the ruthless cultivation world, who would rescue a top assassin who had once tried to kill them?!

Looking at the beautiful assassin in his arms, who was somewhat dazed from shock and fear, the wicked smile on Qin Feng's lips grew even deeper.

Leaning forward slightly, he exhaled his warm and highly aggressive breath onto Bai Qi's beautiful Face, replying indifferently:

"I don't need you to question how I do things."

Then, Qin Feng's hand choking her neck moved slightly, his thumb teasingly rubbing against her collarbone, his tone carrying a hint of dangerous teasing and intimidation:

"Now, you should think carefully about how you can make me vent my anger!"