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Not far away on the grass, two sparrows were squabbling. After a while of back-and-forth, they took a break and then continued their argument.
Lingfeng suddenly felt that his relationship with Ziren was like those two sparrows, fighting and pausing, endlessly. Since getting to know Ziren, it was the first time they had such a calm conversation.
Regarding that mysterious disciple of the Demon Suppression Sect, Ziren looked up with unabashed admiration in his eyes and said after a long pause, "Ever since the Falling Leaf Technique was created, the name of that disciple has been kept hidden by the Demon Suppression Sect. In the Cultivation Realm, many different names circulate. Some call him Feng Qingzi, others call him Lingzi..."
"In any case, it's all different; no one knows his real name except for his master."
Lingfeng understood Ziren's words. When Monkey Head had told him about it, he had only mentioned it simply as a powerful figure.
"Then how did you obtain the Falling Leaf Technique?" Lingfeng asked.
Lingfeng's serious tone made Ziren feel somewhat uncomfortable; he couldn't help but think that Lingfeng was unfathomable. However, looking at Lingfeng's genuine expression at that moment, he suddenly felt a sense of fondness. After all, Lingfeng was over ten years younger than him, so he smiled and replied, "It was given to me by my master before he passed away, and my master obtained it during that chaotic battle a hundred years ago!"
That chaotic battle had gathered over a hundred cultivation experts, all claiming to seal the Falling Leaf Technique, but in reality, each had their own ulterior motives.
However, the whereabouts of the Falling Leaf Technique later became unknown; unexpectedly, one copy was with Lame Li while another was here with Ziren.
"How did you cultivate to this level?" Lingfeng knew well about Ziren's cultivation level; it was terrifyingly powerful.
Ziren pondered for a moment and looked at Lingfeng with an unprecedented friendliness. He said, "In fact, I have been cultivating the Falling Leaf Technique for almost a hundred years!"
Ziren's words were shocking; Lingfeng was instantly stunned.
Looking at Ziren's appearance, he seemed only seven or eight years old; how could he have cultivated for over a hundred years?
After a moment of silence, Lingfeng suddenly pointed at Ziren and laughed heartily. "What are you joking about? If you don't want to tell me your cultivation method, that's fine; why make yourself seem so old?"
Ziren also chuckled self-deprecatingly and said, "According to your logic, I am twenty-eight this year. But have you ever seen anyone reach my level in just twenty-eight years? Moreover, I started cultivating at ten years old and only began practicing the Falling Leaf Technique at twenty!"
Now Lingfeng stopped laughing and looked closely at Ziren. He lowered his head in contemplation and said, "Indeed, there is hardly anyone who can reach the Soul Formation Stage in just twenty-eight years. However..." Lingfeng suddenly raised his head and said, "There are people who can reach your level in just ten years!"
Ziren seemed to know who Lingfeng was referring to and said deeply, "You mean someone with an excellent Demon Root? But the Mandala Demon Continent has been searching for decades without finding such a person!"
Lingfeng made a face and thought to himself, "They haven't found anyone because they are incompetent!"
Then, the two fell silent. After a moment, Lingfeng stood up and looked down at Ziren, saying, "Let's go, it's time to eat!"
Ziren was taken aback and glanced at Lingfeng, realizing that he had unknowingly become part of Lingfeng's group.
"What are you standing there for? Let's go!" Lingfeng urged impatiently.
Ziren slowly got up and looked at Lingfeng.
"Going with you and giving you the Heartstopper Pill is something I had to do. Who told you to be so insidious? If I didn't have something to hold over you, I might have been playing chess with the King of Hell by now!"
Ziren remained silent; after all, what Lingfeng said was true. He decided to act like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water and pretended not to hear.
"In the future, you'd better listen to me. If you want to get the antidote from Mei, don't even think about it!" Lingfeng reminded him again.
"If you don't give me the antidote, then so be it. Why should I listen to you?" Ziren finally couldn't stand Lingfeng's nagging anymore and replied impatiently.
Lingfeng chuckled coldly, "Don't forget, right now you can't use your Spell. Although your martial arts foundation must be strong, I've already learned the Falling Leaf Technique. Besides, I also know Five Elemental Spells. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
Ziren sighed, glared at Lingfeng, and muttered, "A tiger falling into the plains is bullied by dogs!"
When they returned to the Herb Hall, Mei had already set a table full of dishes, surprisingly lavish. There was wild boar meat, wild chicken meat, mountain ferns, and wild vegetables, all fragrant.
Lingfeng's eyes widened as he looked at the dishes on the table, drooling and unable to help but complain, "Hey beautiful, we've known each other for so long and you've never made such a lavish meal for me. Why did adding another pair of chopsticks make the food so abundant?"
"Ah!" Mei was taken aback by Lingfeng's question. Then her expression turned stern as she shot a glance at Ziren and said, "Isn't there still a patient recovering from a serious illness? He should be well-nourished so he can recover quickly and get back to work!"
Lingfeng nodded in agreement, saying, "That makes sense."
After eating for a while, the table was in disarray. Mei's bowl was piled high with various meats, all served by Lingfeng.
Meanwhile, Lingfeng was already full and burping.
Across from him, Ziren looked at the table and then at Lingfeng; he had completely lost his appetite. Although his cultivation level was high, he felt empty inside and hungry. Moreover, he couldn't cultivate to satisfy his hunger.
Ziren moved gracefully, showcasing a noble demeanor. Lingfeng felt uncomfortable, always thinking he was effeminate. Lingfeng also knew that the meal prepared by Mei was specifically for Ziren, which made him jealous, so he decided not to let Ziren enjoy a good meal. He first served Mei a lot of food, then randomly picked at the dishes on the table, ensuring that every dish had Lingfeng's saliva in it.
Ziren frowned as he watched; for many years, he had dined alone and had never shared a table with anyone else. Now, not only did he have to eat with someone like Lingfeng, but what was worse was that Lingfeng was deliberately making it difficult for him to eat.
Lingfeng secretly laughed; having seen Ziren chew slowly before, he decided to play tricks on him.
Mei looked embarrassed, glancing at Ziren and then at her own bowl. After thinking for a moment, she placed a piece of wild boar meat into Ziren's bowl.
Ziren was taken aback; seeing Mei's kind expression, he hesitated for a while before gently taking a bite.
Lingfeng shot a glance at Mei, surprised that she would undermine him. Although displeased, he understood. Ziren was talented and charming; despite being ruthless, he appeared refined. It was no surprise that Mei had taken an interest in him.
Lingfeng glared at Ziren, threw his chopsticks on the table, and returned to his room.
“Lingfeng, Lingfeng…” Meijian Lingfeng, angry and flustered, rushed after him without paying attention to Ziren.
Lingfeng lay on his bed, ignoring Mei's knocks and calls at the door.
“Lingfeng. Open the door; let's talk properly!” Mei pleaded.
Lingfeng sighed; the feeling of being overshadowed by someone else was truly unpleasant. After thinking it over, since Mei had feelings for Ziren, and it seemed that Ziren also had an interest in her, there was no point in him staying here.
As for saving Yama Demon Lord, that would be something Ziren would handle. Perhaps after he left, Mei would give Ziren the antidote. Moreover, Ziren's cultivation level far surpassed that of Lingfeng, so there was no need to worry about whether Ziren could accomplish what needed to be done.
With this thought in mind, Lingfeng suddenly felt weary of his wandering journey. He inadvertently recalled Enchanting's smiling face; his heart ached, and tears fell down his cheeks.
After all, he was still a child. Although he had experienced many things, the pain of missing family was something few could endure. He gently got up and went to the door, opening it to let Mei in.
“What’s wrong? Why are you so angry? Is it because I served food to Ziren?” Once inside and closing the door behind her, Mei asked worriedly.
Lingfeng looked up at the ceiling and swallowed his tears before finally saying, “Mei, I’ve wasted too much time. Besides, I have a mission to complete; I want to set off immediately.”
Mei was taken aback and quickly replied, “Why? Don’t you want to help me find my grandfather?”
Lingfeng smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "What ability do I have to save your grandfather? Haven't I found you a better helper? Ziren's cultivation is far beyond mine. What I can do, he can do even better!"
Upon hearing Lingfeng's words, Mei's anxious expression suddenly disappeared, replaced by a satisfied smile.
Lingfeng felt completely disheartened. Looking at Mei's expression, he thought she had now firmly decided on Ziren, and it seemed he could not stay here any longer.
Unexpectedly, after smiling for a while, Mei suddenly grabbed Lingfeng's arm and said, "Are you jealous...?"
Lingfeng looked at Mei in surprise and retorted, "I'm not jealous; if there were wine, I would drink some!"
Mei chuckled and leaned into Lingfeng's embrace, playfully saying, "Although you have a grudge against Ziren, he is now in your hands. He won't be able to detoxify himself from the good food and drink you provide him. Why make things difficult for him?"
At that moment, Lingfeng was captivated by Mei's tenderness, his face flushed with embarrassment. Whatever Mei said, Lingfeng listened intently.
"Actually, I've realized that Ziren isn't a bad person; he just has too much greed and wants too much. We can't claim to be good people, but we are not the kind of irredeemable villains either. I believe that as long as we gradually influence him, we need not fear that he won't change his character!"
Mei's words made sense; however, human hearts are unpredictable. Who knows if Ziren's current behavior is just an act?
"But human hearts are unpredictable; we must remain cautious. As the saying goes, 'Distance tests a horse's strength; time reveals a person's heart.' Let's spend a few days with him. If he shows no signs of repentance, then I will..." Lingfeng clenched his fists, a killing intent flashing in his eyes.
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