Not A Cultivator - Chapter 135
“Again… I’ve fallen into his trap again…”
Voices of Feng Zhi Yan reverberated in his room. If someone were to enter, despair aura could be felt clearly. The First Young Master’s eyes were shivering while remembering the so-called training from earlier.
“Damn you, Feng Ao… Agghh!”
He slammed his right arm to the small table beside him, but the impact got to him. He immediately moved his left hand over his bandaged right shoulder to alleviate some of the pain.
“Uggh… This is all because of Feng Ao Xiu… How could he set up such an underhanded trap!?”
Of course, it’s not Feng Ao Xiu’s fault. The Clan Lord has properly given a warning, it was his own fault for ignoring it. Feng Zhi Yan knows it, but he just couldn’t accept it. Perhaps as a way to regain his self-confidence, it’s better to blame someone else, so he pushed it all into Feng Ao Xiu.
Not long after, the door opened, and Feng Chen Hong entered. Feng Zhi Yan felt hope as he waited for good news from his father, but it soon died down the moment he saw his father’s face. No one knows Feng Cheng Hong better than himself, it was the face that indicated terrible news instead.
“Not too good…” said Feng Cheng Hong as he hopelessly sat down on the chair right in front of Feng Zhi Yan. “It was confirmed that Jun Yin Ying was indeed the Blood Witch and the Angle of Death that terrorised the Dong Clan and Ling Clan. She’s also strong, probably also an Ancient Sky Realm, as no one can read her aura.”
“That’s not important… Just… Tell me…” Feng Zhi Yan said while gritting his teeth.
Feng Cheng Hong took a long breath before continuing.
“According to her, it was a daily training to train Qi, so one would get used to pain. The training will continue three times every day. Now that you have become her disciple, there is no opt-out for you… I too can’t prevent someone that strong…”
Feng Zhi Yan felt like he wanted to cough up some blood hearing those words. However, he knows there more to that news. “What else…”
Feng Cheng Hong tightly closed his eyes.
“You… You’re the latest of her disciples, but you’re the 999th disciple. The one that’s alive is just four, you, Feng Ao Xiu and the two guards who were accepted with you earlier. The rest nine hundred and ninety-five disciples were either died of suicide or asked someone else to kill them.”
* Cough… Cough… *
Now, Feng Zhi Yan really coughed up some blood.
“Ah… But, it’s not all hopeless…” Feng Cheng Hong quickly said. “Feng Ao Xiu survived, he’s got used to the pain in two and a half years, and now is off the hook… Oh…”
Feng Cheng Hong realised his mistake. First of all, he uses Feng Ao Xiu as an example. But, Feng Ao Xiu is already a genius by the time he became Jun Yin Ying’s disciple, he’s a 15-year-old, Dream Sky Realm Cultivator. He did it in two and a half years, but the same can’t be said for an ordinary person. Who knows how long it will take?
Worst of all, Feng Ao Xiu is their enemy. Asking his own son to follow Feng Ao Xiu’s example, Feng Zhi Yan would rather die.
As Feng Zhi Yan still coughing up blood, a servant knocked on the door. He opened the door slightly but did not enter as it was Feng Zhi Yan did not like anyone to enter his room.
“First Young Master, the Second Young Master has come for a visit.”
[Speaking of the devil. What’s Feng Ao Xiu doing here?] Feng Zhi Yan glared out of nowhere thinking about Feng Ao Xiu, then he nodded. “Let him in, I’ll be coming later.”
“Yes…” The servant nodded and closed the door. But, he did not move a single step from the door.
Feng Zhi Yan saw the servant’s dark silhouette was still there, it looks like the servant was fidgeting about something.
“Hmm… What happened?”
“Ah… Actually…” The servant once again opened the door. Then, he stared at Feng Zhi Yan with lustful eyes. “Actually, I’ve been longing for the First Young Master. Now, that I heard your days are numbered, I can’t hold my feelings anymore…”
Feng Zhi Yan, “…”
“First Young Master, please call me soon…” The servant embarrassedly closes the door and continued his job.
“Feng Ao Xiu!!!”
There’s also this case where Feng Ao Xiu trapped him of being gay, and he has to go along with it. That handsome servant was one of the specially handpicked people by Feng Ao Xiu. He was never confessed by a girl before, but a man just suddenly said he’s longing for him. Set it aside, what matters is Feng Zhi Yan’s rage has gone through the roof at this point.
But, he has to meet Feng Ao Xiu, and it’s not like he can beat him. So, to cover his rage, he replaced it with a fake smile. Then, he marches towards the living room and saw Feng Ao Xiu. “What can I help Little Brother Ao Xiu with?”
Meanwhile, Feng Ao Xiu was oblivious to what happened. He saw Feng Zhi Yan with a smile and also smiled in return.
[Wow! Brother Zhi Yan is not sad at all… but, he’ll be tortured every day.]
“The surrounding has totally changed since the last time I come here. Did the servants from First Elder and I satisfy Brother Zhi Yan?” Feng Ao Xiu made small talk.
“Hahaa… Yes, very!” Feng Zhi Yan said, still camouflaging his face with a smile. [What’s making me satisfied!? In fact, it gave me a psychological trauma every night!]
[Brother Zhi Yan smile is so broad, he must really like those servants.]
“I’m glad. Then, I will ask First Elder to bring some more!”
“Ahaaahaa… No need, no need!”
“Ah! Brother Zhi Yan need not to be shy. Let me take care of it.”
“Ahahaa…” Feng Zhi Yan’s mouth twitched. If Feng Ao Xiu really asked, then it will definitely come true. [You pieces of sh*t! I can’t believe it, he’s just here to rub off in my face!]
Feng Ao Xiu also became happy. After he helped his older cousin to reveal his sexual preferences, he felt like he’s become much closer to this older cousin of his. He also respects him very much, as Feng Zhi Yan never do bad things to him, and truly cared for him like his own blood brother.
Then, Feng Ao Xiu coughed before he asked a question. “Brother Zhi Yan, why do you ignore the warning. It’s very dangerous… And I’m afraid that you will…”
[Huh! So after sending in more spies, he wants to scold me off. Like I’ll let that happen!]
“Little Brother Ao Xiu got it wrong. I fully understood what happened and accepted it myself. Anyway, it’s only training… It’s common to get hurt.”
“Huh! Brother Zhi Yan actually knows what it looks like before becoming Master Jun’s disciple.”
“Yes, but somehow people got mistaken about it.” Feng Zhi Yan rather lies, than admitting his mistake, much less to Feng Ao Xiu. “Is Little Brother Ao Xiu not the same?”
Facing this question, Feng Ao Xiu remembered the time he became Jun Yin Ying’s disciple. “Ah… Yes… Of course, I am…”
Feng Ao Xiu was glad. This means his older cousin was not playing around. He really wants to master the way of withstanding pain with Qi. Feng Ao Xiu also has been longing for a fellow disciple who can help him. Once, Feng Zhi Yan’s training finished, Feng Ao Xiu can definitely rely on him.
“Does it not hurt?” asked Feng Ao Xiu.
“Huh… This kind of training is too easy. I’m actually hoping for more.” Feng Zhi Yan boasted.
[Wow! Brother Zhi Yan looked happy while saying that. It must be true!]
“In that case, I’ll talk to Master Jun to increase your training workload tomorrow.”
“Hahaha… Thanks…” Feng Zhi Yan said with a smile. [F*ck!!]
“Anyway, Brother Zhi Yan also need to prepare to go to the Upper Realm!”
“Upper Realm?”
“Yes, please keep it a secret for now!”
***
“So, it was like that. Please increase Brother Zhi Yan’s training workload!”
“Really!?” Jun Yin Ying was happy. A disciple was actually very eager to train. This only happened once before with Feng Ao Xiu. “In that case, I’ll increase the dosage of poison and the temperature of fire for Disciple Zhi Yan!”
“Master, Are you really leaving in three days?” asked Feng Ao Xiu.
“That’s right. I have to go back…”
As someone born in the Upper Realm, there was a time limit to stay in the Lower Realm. At most, you can only stay for thirteen days. Otherwise, you’ll receive wrath from heaven and die without any trace.
Jun Yin Ying has stayed for too long in the Lower Realm, especially at Dong Clan and Ling Clan’s residence. Now, she only has three more days to stay in the Lower Realm.
Feng Ao Xiu sighed. He thought Jun Yin Ying has more time than that. Now he can’t fully utilise her power with only three days left. At least not while so many of his enemies were still unidentified.
“Anyway, Disciple Ao Xiu have to go to sleep. Don’t you have someone to marry tomorrow?”
“Yes… Fairy Xue Yi…” Feng Ao Xiu nodded before he goes to his room.
