“Huh?”
“What?”
Yi Feng was utterly bewildered.
He couldn’t help but instinctively touch his face.
Him.
Was he really that handso?
Had his looks reached such an otherworldly level?
A stunning beauty, and not just any beauty—she was the sect leader of so prestigious sect.
In short, she was a beautiful, powerful, and wealthy woman, a true "white, rich, and beautiful" type, who had just confessed her feelings and proposed to him out of the blue.
“Miss, I know I’m handso, but isn’t this a bit too hasty? This is about your lifelong happiness, and you don’t even know who I am…” Yi Feng spoke earnestly, while subconsciously smoothing his clothes and brushing his hair.
Though he tried to sound reasonable, he couldn’t help but feel a little smug inside.
However.
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold, gleaming sword was pressed against his neck, wielded by a black-clad figure who had arrived with Shi Qingwu.
This man was clearly Shi Qingwu’s most loyal subordinate, and as soon as he heard her words to Yi Feng, he understood her intentions.
“What’s this?”
“Are you kidnapping in broad daylight?” Feeling the chill of the blade on his neck, Yi Feng wasn’t afraid. After all, he was no ordinary man.
Though he couldn’t gauge their exact strength, he could sense that their cultivation levels were negligible.
“You’ve misunderstood,” Shi Qingwu said softly, her jade-like hand gently pushing the sword away from Yi Feng’s neck. Her expression remained cold as she continued, “I just want to make a deal with you.”
“A deal?” Yi Feng frowned.
Shi Qingwu didn’t elaborate but instead waved her hand at the black-clad figure behind her.
The man stepped forward and explained the situation to Yi Feng in detail.
In short, they needed Yi Feng to pretend to be Shi Qingwu’s childhood sweetheart and accompany her back to her sect to silence the elders.
“Let be clear, this cos with risks. You’ll beco a target,” Shi Qingwu added coolly after the explanation. “So, it’s up to you whether to agree or not. If you refuse, you can leave now. If you accept, na your terms—anything within my power.”
She stared at Yi Feng with an impassive expression.
To her, it didn’t matter who played the role; she just needed soone to fill it.
As for Yi Feng, he simply happened to catch her eye.
If he refused, she could easily find soone else.
However.
Yi Feng didn’t seem to care about the risks. His mind was fixated on Shi Qingwu’s words: “Na your terms.”
“Alright!”
“Since you said I can na my terms, I’ll do just that.”
Yi Feng slamd the table and stood up, declaring boldly.
Shi Qingwu gave him a surprised look.
Anyone with half a brain could see the pros and cons of this situation. Taking on this task could be life-threatening.
Yet, this man had agreed without hesitation.
It was truly unexpected.
“Go ahead, state your terms.”
She resud her icy deanor, speaking calmly.
“Well… ahem, my demands might be a bit high!” Yi Feng cleared his throat, his eyes darting around as he observed Shi Qingwu.
“Speak.”
Though her expression remained cold, Shi Qingwu was ntally prepared.
Yi Feng’s quick agreent surely ant he had sothing significant in mind.
She expected him to demand sothing extravagant, perhaps even a top-tier Immortal Artifact or a celestial-grade treasure.
But she had already decided that if Yi Feng could help her overco this crisis, she was willing to part with such treasures.
“Alright, here it is. Listen carefully.”
Yi Feng cleared his throat again, raised a finger, and his expression turned serious.
Seeing him like this, even Shi Qingwu felt a bit tense, her eyes fixed on him.
Finally.
Under their intense gazes, Yi Feng spoke slowly and deliberately, “I want 100,000 Celestial Crystals.”
“Huh?”
“???”
Even with her calm deanor, Shi Qingwu was taken aback.
That’s it?
Just 100,000 Celestial Crystals?
Shi Qingwu was speechless. She had expected sothing far more significant, but Yi Feng’s grand announcent turned out to be such a modest request.
After all, 100,000 Celestial Crystals wouldn’t even be enough to buy a mid-tier Immortal Artifact.
Seeing their stunned silence, Yi Feng felt awkward.
Damn.
I overdid it.
Did I just ruin the deal?
Just as Yi Feng was regretting his boldness, a storage ring was tossed in front of him.
“Here’s 200,000 as a deposit. You’ll get another 300,000 when the job is done.”
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