The three of them left Jinyang City. Cang Feilan casually asked, “I heard that on the day of the wedding, you composed a poem in the hall?”
“Yes, that’s right. Did Lord Si Zheng tell you?” Qin Feng responded.
Cang Feilan pondered for a moment. “Yes. This time, as a reward for escorting you to the Black Mist Forest, I don’t want the ten silver taels. Instead, after the task is completed, write down that poem for me.”
Qin Feng was taken aback. It seemed like Miss Cang had a special interest in what he wrote. Could it be that she was attracted to my literary talent?
Just as he was feeling pleased with himself, a blue figure abruptly inserted itself between him and Miss Cang. It was Lan Ningshuang.
Cang Feilan glanced at her and directly ignored her. “So, what is your answer?”
“Since Miss Cang said so, it’s just a poem. I will write it for you,” Qin Feng replied.
“Just a poem?” Cang Feilan furrowed her delicate brows slightly, a hint of displeasure flickering in her eyes.
“What’s the matter?” Qin Feng was puzzled. Whenever it came to literary traditions or poetry, Miss Cang, who was usually indifferent, seemed to show obvious emotional fluctuations.
“You should be more confident in your literary talent. At least, the things you write, I really like…” Cang Feilan began, but she was interrupted by Lan Ningshuang.
“Miss Cang, if I may ask, what is your current strength?” Lan Ningshuang asked.
Cang Feilan stopped in her tracks, gazing quietly at Lan Ningshuang. “Why do you ask?”
“The place we are going to seems a bit dangerous. I can protect Young Master by myself, but if I have to take care of one more person, it might be a bit difficult,” Lan Ningshuang explained.
Hmm, Miss Lan seems different today, her words are unusually sharp. Qin Feng was surprised.
“So, how do you want to test my strength? Do you want to try it yourself?” Cang Feilan asked, her hand moving toward the dagger at her waist.
“If it’s possible, that would be great,” Lan Ningshuang responded, slowly drawing the sword hanging at her waist.
A cool breeze blew by, and the air seemed to grow heavier.
“There’s no need, really,” Qin Feng hurriedly intervened, trying to defuse the situation. “I know Miss Cang’s strength; she’s more than capable of protecting herself.”
“Only self-protection?” Cang Feilan tilted her head and looked at him, as if to say, “I’m giving you a chance to rephrase your words.”
“Not just self-protection,” Qin Feng swallowed nervously and corrected himself. “I’m completely confident that Miss Cang can protect me thoroughly.”
“There’s no need. I will ensure the Young Master’s safety,” Lan Ningshuang added untimely.
“I’ve assessed your strength; you’re only a Seventh Rank Divine Martial. Confidence is good, but don’t be too confident.” Cang Feilan’s tone was calm, but it felt as icy as a winter snowstorm.
Lan Ningshuang smiled faintly and half unsheathed her sword. “Let’s have a spar. Knowing each other’s abilities can improve cooperation.”
“That makes sense.” Cang Feilan had already drawn her dagger and was twirling it in her hand.
Qin Feng couldn’t help but laugh wryly. These two didn’t seem like they could cooperate at all. Their expressions seemed to say, “Recognize your status!”
“Isn’t this competition unnecessary?” Qin Feng interjected. “With our current pace, we may not reach Jinyang City before nightfall. Can we skip this match?”
Silence. A deathly silence.
After a moment, Lan Ningshuang reluctantly sheathed her sword. “Then, we’ll listen to the Young Master.”
Cang Feilan gracefully sheathed her dagger and said lightly, “Let’s go.”
Qin Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead, relieved. Finally, the three of them continued on their way.
The road to the Black Mist Forest was not an official road; few people traveled it on ordinary days. The mountainous path was rugged and continuous, making it difficult to traverse, especially for Qin Feng, who was a scholar.
Looking at the other two girls, their composure undisturbed, walking as if on level ground, he admired them from the depths of his heart.
Learning martial arts is indeed a good choice!
“Fortunately, this suffering has finally come to an end,” Qin Feng thought. He lifted his head and saw the continuous mountains and forests not far away, which was their destination, the Black Mist Forest!
Upon reaching the forest, Qin Feng looked around, recalling the contents of the “Great Qian’s Compendium of Herbs.” TThe place where the vermilion fruit grows should be under the cliff shaped like a snake’s head. After searching for a moment, he found what he was looking for.
Qin Feng pointed to the protruding snake head-shaped cliff to the west and said excitedly, “What I’m looking for is right there.”
After an incense stick’s time, the three of them arrived at the foot of the mountain.
At a glance, Qin Feng saw layers of low shrubs covered with dripping red Vermilion Fruits—the chili peppers from his previous life!
“Miss Cang, how many lifeless objects can your Three Stars Wood Token accommodate?”
Spatial treasures generally have limitations, such as not being able to contain living creatures or having limited space. Otherwise, his old man wouldn’t be able to bring seven or eight carriages of goods every time he went out for trade.
“About a foot in all dimensions,” she replied.
Qin Feng felt a bit disappointed. “It’s only this small? It looks like this time, I can only bring back a few Vermilion Fruits for testing.”
“Young Master, do you need these fruits?” Lan Ningshuang suddenly spoke up.
“Yes, these fruits are very useful to me.”
Lan Ningshuang nodded and took out a jade pendant from her bosom. “I have a spatial jade pendant here, roughly ten feet in all dimensions. Perhaps it can help the Young Master.”
“Really?” Qin Feng was thrilled. With this, he could indeed fit a lot of Vermilion Fruits. However, he truly didn’t expect the Liu family to be so wealthy; even a sword attendant could carry a spatial jade pendant.
Moreover, if he remembered correctly, a spatial jade pendant with ten feet in all dimensions was almost as valuable as half of the Moonlit Pavilion, right?
Thinking that he, a young master from a prestigious family, was not even comparable to someone else’s sword attendant, Qin Feng felt utterly embarrassed.
Wait, Liu Jianli is already my wife. In that case, the Liu family is also considered half mine. Thinking of this, Qin Feng’s mood instantly improved.
“Thank you,” Qin Feng said happily, accepting the jade pendant.
Lan Ningshuang nodded slightly, then glanced at Cang Feilan on the other side. A faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, but she quickly suppressed it.
Cang Feilan obviously noticed this change. Without saying anything, she took a ring from her bosom and tossed it to Qin Feng.
“Spatial Ring?!” Qin Feng exclaimed in surprise, his eyes widening. Lan Ningshuang, who was beside him, was momentarily stunned.
The Spatial Ring could hold much more than the spatial jade pendant. It was said that the top-tier Spatial Ring could even form its own world.
This item was priceless. Qin Feng swallowed his saliva. “Miss Cang, how much space can this ring hold?”
Cang Feilan glanced at the dense shrubs around them and said lightly, “You could take away all the fruits here and still have room to spare.”
Lan Ningshuang’s body stiffened, and Qin Feng was dumbfounded.
Rich woman, Miss Cang is definitely a hidden rich woman!