89: Chapter 89 Ling'er, I'm impressed...

Qin Feng tossed out the order, hands behind his back, and turned to walk toward his room with a calm expression.

With a "bang," the door to the main room shut, sealing off the carnage and the cold wind outside.

In the courtyard, Su Yourong, Yu Jingxiang, and the other women remained frozen in place.

They looked at the bloody, mangled remains of Captain Nan Rufeng on the ground, their faces deathly pale as they exchanged glances.

Go and cut off the head of a Second Squad captain, a Qi Refinement Stage cultivator? And then deliver it to the strongest person in Servant District 666?

Even if they were given ten times the courage, they were still instinctively terrified...

"What are you all standing there for? Do you dare to disobey the master's order?!"

Just as the women were hesitating and trembling, a cold, resolute voice suddenly shattered the deathly silence of the courtyard.

Everyone looked toward the sound and saw Zhao Linger, who had been standing silently in the corner, walking out with firm, steady steps.

Her once pure and beautiful face no longer held a trace of a young girl's timidity or innocence; in its place was a ruthlessness that had fully undergone Awakening in this cruel slaughterhouse.

Without the slightest hesitation, she walked straight up to Su Yourong, bent down, and picked up a short blade that flashed with a cold glint.

"Sister Linger... you..." Su Yourong said, her voice trembling.

"Since the master has given the order, someone must carry it out. If you are afraid, I will do it."

Zhao Linger gritted her teeth and hurried to the side of Captain Nan Rufeng's corpse.

Looking at the face, eyes wide with death and covered in blood, her stomach churned violently.

But she forced the nausea down, her mind filled with the image of Qin Feng's arrogant, god-like, and imposing figure, as well as the book "The 108 Techniques of the Jade Maiden" that Su Aili had given her.

"To become a guard, to have the qualifications to grow stronger, what is a little blood compared to that?!"

Zhao Linger comforted herself, gripped the handle of the blade with both hands, aimed at the severed mark on Captain Nan Rufeng's neck, and hacked down viciously!

"Puchi—crunch!"

Accompanied by the teeth-grinding sound of flesh and bone separating, blood splattered all over her, but her hands did not pause for even a second.

After finishing all this, Zhao Linger skillfully found a sandalwood box originally used for storing precious medicinal herbs, placed the item inside, and casually beckoned over a Menial Laborer who had long since been scared witless.

"Take this to the Management Hall immediately and deliver it personally to Steward Wang Taian's desk. Tell him this is a gift from Qin Feng."

Zhao Linger's voice was bone-chillingly cold, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Watching the Menial Laborer stumble out of the courtyard, Zhao Linger took a deep breath and turned to walk into the bathroom in the side room.

As the hot water washed away the pungent smell of blood from her body, she closed her eyes, and everything that had happened over the past few days replayed in her mind.

From her desperate attempt to Breakthrough to the Seventh Stage only to be dismissed as worthless by Qin Feng, to the despair and terror of the flying knife grazing her throat, to the shock of witnessing Qin Feng instantly kill a Qi Refinement Stage cultivator tonight.

Only now did she truly understand that in front of a real overlord, her own laughable stubbornness and talent were absolutely worthless.

"If I want to earn his approval, I must first become his person..."

Amidst the swirling mist, Zhao Linger opened her eyes, her clear pupils shining with unprecedented determination.

She stepped out of the tub and, instead of putting on the coarse linen clothes, she chose the thinnest, almost translucent red cicada-wing gauze dress from the garments Su Aili had sent.

The night breeze was cool.

Zhao Linger let her damp hair hang loose and walked barefoot with jade-like feet on the cold floor tiles.

She walked to the door of Qin Feng's main room, took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently, and then, with determined eyes, pushed open the door.

"Creak—"

Inside the room, the lamplight flickered.

Qin Feng was leaning against the bed, toying with a white jade wine cup in his hand. Hearing the commotion, he raised his eyes slightly.

When he saw the stunningly beautiful girl walk in from outside the door, even Qin Feng, who was accustomed to beauty, could not help but let a flash of admiration cross his eyes.

At this moment, Zhao Linger was covered only by a red gauze, her ice-white, jade-like skin partially visible.

Her originally pure face was flushed with an alluring crimson due to nervousness; purity and seductiveness perfectly merged at this moment, radiating a fatal attraction.

"Did you wash away the smell of blood?" Qin Feng asked indifferently, a playful arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

"I washed it off."

Zhao Linger walked to the center of the room, slowly raised her head, and meeting his highly aggressive gaze, she said word by word: "Master, this time, I truly know how to make you impressed."

As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't give Qin Feng a chance to open his mouth, slightly raising her snow-white arms.

Without the accompaniment of strings or flutes, Zhao Linger began to dance gracefully in the room.

This dance was precisely the dance of seduction recorded in "The 108 Techniques of the Jade Maiden"!

Her figure was incredibly supple, her waist twisting like a water snake, and the red gauze dress blossomed into a charming arc in the air.

Every shift of her eyes, every frozen pose, fully displayed the girl's youthful awkwardness and the deliberately showcased allure.

As the dance progressed, she got closer and closer to Qin Feng, like a burning fire, constantly approaching that iceberg.

Finally, when the last spin ended, Zhao Linger seemed to lose her strength, let out a soft "Oh," and her body went limp, falling straight into Qin Feng's broad and sturdy embrace.

"Throwing yourself into my arms? You learn quite quickly."

Qin Feng smiled but did not push her away, instead looking with great interest at the stunningly beautiful face so close at hand.

Zhao Linger was so nervous that her breathing nearly stopped, but she forced herself to look directly into Qin Feng's eyes.

Gathering the greatest courage of her life, she closed her eyes and offered her red lips...

After a long while, their lips parted.

A crystal-clear tear even slid from the corner of Zhao Linger's eye.

Clinging tightly to Qin Feng's lapels, her voice trembling but filled with endless pleading, she said: "Master... this humble girl truly wants to become a guard, I beg you to grant my wish..."

The moment these words fell, a cold and mechanical notification sound from the System immediately rang out in Qin Feng's mind:

[Ding! Detected eligible subject for help—Zhao Linger.]

[Detected host's current environment and event, System task officially issued!]

[Task Content: Assist the host in helping the other party become a guard.]

[Task Reward: One grand gift bag.]

Listening to the notification in his mind, the smile in Qin Feng's eyes grew even richer.

He nodded slightly, extended his slender fingers, pinched Zhao Linger's delicate chin, and forced her to look up.

Looking at the almost devout longing in her eyes, he chuckled in a low voice and said: "Today, you have indeed impressed me."

Upon receiving this long-awaited approval, Zhao Linger felt as if she had heard celestial music, and all her grievances and anxieties vanished in an instant.

"Master, thank you for your approval..."

Zhao Linger wept with joy and once again took the initiative to offer her burning red lips.

...

On the other side, at the Management Hall of Servant District 666.

In the study of the inner courtyard, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it felt as if it could drip water.

Steward Wang Taian sat pot-bellied in a grand armchair, holding a cup of spirit tea, resting with his eyes closed while waiting for the good news from Captain Nan Rufeng.

Captain Nan Rufeng was a Qi Refining Level 1 cultivator and was well-versed in the art of assassination; going to kill a Mortal Martial Realm Qin Feng should have been a simple task.

"St... Steward..." Suddenly, a Menial Laborer came scrambling into the study, holding a blood-stained sandalwood box in his hands, trembling all over, and fell to his knees on the floor with a thud.

"What kind of behavior is this, panicking like that!"

Steward Wang Taian suddenly opened his eyes, frowned slightly, looked at the sandalwood box, and asked, "What is this?"

"Reporting to the master, this... this is a box sent by Qin Feng of the Ninth Squad... he said, he said it is a gift for you..." the Menial Laborer replied, stuttering.

"A gift?"

Steward Wang Taian sneered, "Hmph, is he offering some treasure to beg for mercy?"

He put down his teacup, waved his fat hand, and a surge of true energy turned into a strong wind, directly flipping open the lid of the sandalwood box.