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Bai Mei stared in disbelief and couldn't help but exclaim. That thing was Sha Qi! Wasn't absorbing it like courting death? His disciple was also stunned. Bai Mei had already warned him about the terrifying nature of Sha Qi, and he had nearly lost control after just a touch of it.
Now, seeing Qin Feng so boldly consume it, his worldview was completely shattered. Qin Feng felt a chill settle in his stomach. Then, a trace of Long Wei emerged within him, and the previously restless Sha Qi instantly became docile.
Only then did Qin Feng probe with his consciousness, successfully refining the Sha Qi without any resistance. He opened his mouth, and the Sha Qi flew out, coalescing into a Xiao Jian in midair. Long? Wasn't that just perfect? Qin Feng thought casually.
Bai Mei was utterly dumbfounded. How could he learn from this? Swallowing Sha Qi like that was no different from committing suicide! The key point was that Qin Feng had done it right in front of him—who would believe such a thing if he told them?
Coming back to his senses, he took a deep breath and looked at Qin Feng with an odd expression. He could only attribute this to Qin Feng's unique constitution.
"Could you give me that Xiao Jian?" Bai Mei asked, suddenly interested in the sword.
Qin Feng shook his head. "I'm afraid not. If I withdraw my consciousness, that Xiao Jian will revert back to its original form as Sha Qi."
Bai Mei sighed helplessly. "Then forget it; I can't learn it."
Qin Feng smiled and waved his hand, causing the Xiao Jian to fly back and merge into the Red Longsword. Bai Mei watched with envy but could only lament his own inability to attain such skills.
"Alright, young brother, I won't disturb you any longer," Bai Mei said suddenly, looking at Qin Feng before taking his disciple and flying away on their sword.
In the sky, the disciple couldn't help but ask his master, "He just gave away the Jian Wan like that? We didn't get anything."
Bai Mei shook his head thoughtfully. "This person is not simple; let's consider it a good connection."
The disciple's eyes sparkled with sword intent as he regarded Qin Feng as a potential rival to test his skills against.
Bai Mei glanced at his disciple and smiled. His proud apprentice needed a little humbling, and it was good for Qin Feng to temper his arrogance. Even though he felt a pang in his heart for giving away two Jian Wans, he felt somewhat better thinking about it.
Qin Feng hadn’t expected things to unfold so smoothly; shaking his head, he realized he had actually come out ahead this time. He toyed with the Jian Wan in his hand before putting it away.
Suddenly, a look of surprise crossed his face. How interesting; they had really come knocking at his door today. He stood quietly in place as several figures emerged, heading straight for him.
Leading them was none other than Feng Lin, followed by three men dressed as guards, each with a long knife hanging at their waist.
Feng Lin looked at Qin Feng and sneered coldly. “I didn’t expect you to venture out of the city alone. You can only blame your bad luck.”
Qin Feng raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think I’ve offended you, have I?”
Feng Lin's face turned furious. “Who told you to get close to Han Qing? You can only blame your bad luck.”
Qin Feng frowned. “Is that why you’re causing me trouble?”
Feng Lin grinned savagely. “Don’t worry; I won’t let you die so easily. I’m counting on you to lure Han Qing out of the city.”
Qin Feng was taken aback. “You still want to kill him? Aren’t you afraid of Han Fu Zun coming after you?”
Feng Lin scoffed. “What’s there to fear? Once I kill you, I’ll leave this place and return to the capital. Who can do anything about it?”
Qin Feng was surprised by the intensity of Feng Lin's hatred for Han Qing and couldn’t help but be curious about the depth of their feud.
Feng Lin’s expression darkened. “Hmph, what do you know?”
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