Chapter 116: Is She the Master, or Am I?

Impossible!

Nan Feixue dodged Meng Yingxing’s sword strike, her beautiful eyes widening immensely.

One of the Ultimate Desire Sect’s secret techniques, “Dream of a Spring Night,” had been verified countless times!

The symptoms of infatuation after the “Dream of a Spring Night” might be overcome with powerful self-control, but anyone who was a normal human being could not escape that dream at night!

So it was absolutely impossible for Meng Yingxing not to have dreamed of her!

But as Nan Feixue narrowed her eyes to look at Meng Yingxing now, she truly couldn’t see any emotion towards her in his gaze, nor were there any symptoms of infatuation brought about by the “Dream of a Spring Night.”

Could it be that although the young boy before her was only at the Upper Stage of the Tiny Star realm, his willpower was already this powerful?

Nan Feixue had also played with several genius youths around Meng Yingxing’s age; without exception, they all fell into the infatuation caused by the “Dream of a Spring Night.”

To be able to resist the “Dream of a Spring Night” at this age and cultivation level— Meng Yingxing was the first.

Initially, Nan Feixue just hadn’t tasted a young body for a long time.

Just when she was chased to the vicinity of Zhongyang Town by that Ying Ruci from the Qingling Sect, she heard about a heroic youth named Meng Yingxing and thought she would come over to play with him casually.

But now…

Nan Feixue wanted to let go less and less.

Her immense interest had already been piqued by Meng Yingxing; he was already an indispensable prey in her eyes.

“Demoness, what trick did you play yesterday?”

Meng Yingxing raised the Ting Tian Sword, pointing it at Nan Feixue from afar.

“No tricks, just… a technique from our Ultimate Desire Sect that brings people pleasure.”

Nan Feixue’s gaze calmed down, becoming charming and seductive once again.

“Sorry about that, Little Brother Meng.”

Nan Feixue suddenly lowered her gaze, her fingers toying with the hair at her temples, twirling it around and around.

“It was Big Sister being too impatient yesterday. Big Sister knows her mistake; can you forgive Big Sister?”

Even Meng Yingxing hadn’t expected Nan Feixue to suddenly show weakness.

And Xiu Qingcheng was even more surprised; she had thought Nan Feixue was preparing to play hardball, but unexpectedly, her disciple’s fist had struck soft cotton.

Moreover, strictly speaking, from yesterday until now, Nan Feixue hadn’t done anything to truly hurt Meng Yingxing.

Meng Yingxing held the Ting Tian Sword level; continuing to point it at her didn’t seem right, nor did putting it down, all because of the frustration from having defiled his Master in his dream last night.

Meng Yingxing was still bound by secular benevolence and morality; if he ever cast those aside one day, he might even think Nan Feixue had done a good deed.

With a stiff face, Meng Yingxing slowly sheathed the Ting Tian Sword.

Nan Feixue smiled secretly, the corner of her mouth hooking up in a triumphant arc.

The young boy before her remained unmoved by her charms; clearly, he was a tough nut to crack regarding willpower.

But she, Nan Feixue, was determined to soften this tough nut and eat him up.

“Leave this place.”

Meng Yingxing turned sideways, making way for Nan Feixue to leave through the door.

But Nan Feixue still showed no intention of leaving, so Meng Yingxing added:

“Or, Saintess of the Ultimate Desire Sect, you can leave through the window as well.”

Nan Feixue’s face visibly twitched.

This Young Hero Meng really had a venomous tongue; did he only remember that she had used the window to visit him these past two days?

But she couldn’t vent the small resentment in her heart here. Nan Feixue gave a gentle, charming smile and responded:

“Alright, since Brother Meng doesn’t want to see Big Sister right now, I will disappear immediately.”

Saying this, Nan Feixue twisted her waist and walked past Meng Yingxing with a graceful, swaying gait.

When leaving, Nan Feixue didn’t forget to close the door for Meng Yingxing.

Of course, before closing the door, Nan Feixue threw a flirtatious glance at Meng Yingxing.

Meng Yingxing ignored it directly.

It felt… inferior to even a single smile from Master.

After Nan Feixue left, Meng Yingxing stood in place for a while longer before asking Xiu Qingcheng.

“Master, has she left?”

“She hasn’t left; she’s right downstairs in the inn.”

Xiu Qingcheng answered immediately.

Although Xiu Qingcheng’s sensing ability wasn’t strong, she could still sense within this range.

The spiritual power belonging to Nan Feixue had remained downstairs without moving.

“Ignore her; she’ll leave sooner or later.”

Although he didn’t know what Nan Feixue was planning, Meng Yingxing didn’t care.

Xiu Qingcheng, however, felt a bit strange in her heart.

If Nan Feixue didn’t leave, she was definitely thinking about how to kidnap Meng Yingxing to be her star s*ave!

Previously, Xiu Qingcheng could watch countless women circle around Meng Yingxing and find amusement in it, but now that there was someone truly coveting her disciple, Xiu Qingcheng suddenly couldn’t find it amusing anymore.

There was a feeling like her own precious possession was being coveted by someone else.

Just that kind of slightly uncomfortable feeling.

According to the itinerary Meng Yingxing reported to Xiu Qingcheng, today they were going to visit the Spring Market opening in Zhongyang Town.

It was said that the Spring Market in Zhongyang Town attracted quite a few buyers from the cultivation world, so perhaps they could find some useful items.

As for where the money came from?

Naturally, everything bought at the Spring Market would be paid for by the loyal dog brother of the Tianfeng Sect!

Around noon, Meng Yingxing went to the inn’s lobby to eat something.

The moment he went downstairs, he saw Nan Feixue sitting with a group of men in the lobby, smiling like a flower, standing out like a crane among chickens.

Meng Yingxing changed his mind; he would go eat somewhere else.

Thinking of this, Meng Yingxing ignored Nan Feixue and prepared to leave.

However, Nan Feixue noticed him the moment he came down and immediately extended her slender, snow-white arm to wave at him.

“Brother Meng? Are you here for lunch?”

Nan Feixue smile, shooing away the surrounding men.

“Waiter, serve the dishes!”

It was unknown what magic she possessed, but as soon as she spoke, several people immediately brought up various dishes, filling a whole table.

“Brother Meng, eat. Big Sister treats you.”

Nan Feixue stared at Meng Yingxing, her eyes sparkling with brilliance.

The surrounding men all looked at this woman with disdain!

“What! Does this woman think she’s very close to you? Disciple! Don’t pay attention to her! We’ll go out to eat! I’ll pay for the meal… Loyal Dog Brother will pay!”

Who knew what changes Xiu Qingcheng’s heart had undergone, but now she completely looked down on this woman, Nan Feixue.

Nan Feixue didn’t look in the mirror! How could she be worthy of her family’s pure and chaste disciple, who had only had his first spring dream last night? Hmm?

Meng Yingxing didn’t even give Nan Feixue a second glance and walked straight out of the inn.

Nan Feixue watched Meng Yingxing’s retreating figure, gritted her silver teeth, and got up to chase after him.

As she left, her hand was grabbed by a man who was mesmerized by her to the point of soul-inversion.

The man grabbed Nan Feixue with a foolish look, even touching her small hand twice.

“Beauty… have a meal together…”

Nan Feixue turned back, reaching out to tap the man’s chest, and covered her mouth with a smile.

“Young Master, let’s meet again next time if there’s a chance, okay?”

Saying this, Nan Feixue withdrew her hand without a trace and floated out of the inn like a fairy.

Meng Yingxing sat down at a noodle stall across the street and ordered a bowl of noodles; Nan Feixue sat down in the seat next to him like a ghost.

“Disciple, do you really hate Big Sister that much?”

“Big Sister really likes you; give Big Sister a chance, okay?”

Nan Feixue pulled her brows together, looking up with her big eyes, speaking pitifully to Meng Yingxing.

“Acting cute, huh? Acting cute is useless! How old are you, still acting cute!”

Xiu Qingcheng felt disgusted hearing Nan Feixue say she liked Meng Yingxing!

Disgusting!!

Meng Yingxing didn’t speak, but he didn’t leave immediately either.

Because he had already paid for the noodles and taken a bite.

One shouldn’t waste food.

Beside his ear, Nan Feixue kept asking him this and that, begging for this and that; it was unknown how much sincerity was in it.

In his mind, Xiu Qingcheng was fuming with rage, cursing Nan Feixue bloody.

Meng Yingxing stared at the noodles in front of him and slurped, drinking a mouthful of soup at the end.

If it were Master chasing him and talking like this, he probably wouldn’t be able to eat noodles so calmly at all.

Meng Yingxing thought to himself.

After finishing the noodles, Meng Yingxing hurried to the Spring Market, which opened in the afternoon.

Nan Feixue followed him all the way.

Meng Yingxing couldn’t shake Nan Feixue off, so he just let her follow and ignored her.

The Spring Market in Zhongyang Town was very lively, with many merchants and people coming from other places.

This Spring Market was just like the rumors said, selling many things that only people from the spirit cultivation world would buy; one could even find hidden treasures.

“Disciple, later, buy whatever I say to buy. Trust my judgment!”

“Nan Feixue, help Meng Yingxing return fully loaded from this Spring Market!”

“Yes, Master!”

Meng Yingxing’s face was also incredibly serious as he waited in battle array.

“Right, Disciple, that stall! That one—”

Xiu Qingcheng had just spotted a stall selling spirit pills with many good items and was directing Meng Yingxing to buy them.

But before she could finish speaking, Nan Feixue beat her to it, picking up a spirit pill that looked completely ordinary and buying it for an extremely low price.

Then she stuffed the spirit pill into Meng Yingxing’s arms without any explanation.

“Star Building Pill. Disciple Meng, you’re about to reach the Tiny Star realm, right? If your foundation isn’t stable, you might fail the tribulation, you know? This pill can help you consolidate your spiritual power and increase the success rate of the tribulation!”

Nan Feixue had extensive experience; she naturally could see that this item was useful to Meng Yingxing.

“Here to pick a fight, are you?!”

It hardened, it hardened; Xiu Qingcheng’s fist hardened!

Nan Feixue’s cultivation realm was currently locked, so robbing people was the worst strategy; thus, she prepared to soften the tough nut and eat him, naturally coming to curry favor with Meng Yingxing now.

However, facing Nan Feixue’s diligent attentiveness, Meng Yingxing threw the Star Building Pill directly back to her.

“This is your thing; I don’t want it.”

Nan Feixue took the Star Building Pill back and didn’t get angry.

There were always more solutions than difficulties.

Meng Yingxing continued deeper into the market under Xiu Qingcheng’s direction, looking for useful items.

“Disciple, that stall over there, I sense the aura of a treasure.”

Xiu Qingcheng’s insight at this moment was no less sharp than a dog’s nose as she continued to remote-control Meng Yingxing to walk to a small stall selling antiques on the side.

Just when Xiu Qingcheng was about to tell Meng Yingxing to buy a certain item, Nan Feixue leaned in again.

“Disciple Meng, buy that bamboo tube, okay? With that kind of spiritual power fluctuation, it seems to be a pretty good cultivation method.”

This time Nan Feixue had learned to be obedient; she only pointed out the good item and didn’t give it directly.

With Nan Feixue doing this, Xiu Qingcheng had no reason not to let Meng Yingxing buy it, because the item was indeed useful to him.

“She’s right, buy…”

Xiu Qingcheng almost shattered her teeth from grinding them.

Although Nan Feixue climbed the high tower of cultivation using dual cultivation as a ladder, her insight and experience were actually solid; even those well-hidden small items could be easily spotted by her.

So for the next several times, before Xiu Qingcheng could point out a good item, Nan Feixue would beat her to it and speak up first.

“Damn it!”

“Is it me who is Meng Yingxing’s Master, or is she Meng Yingxing’s Master?!”

Xiu Qingcheng was truly violently cursing Nan Feixue’s mother!

She had never thought she could be this angry!

This Nan Feixue not only coveted her disciple but even wanted to snatch her position as Master?

This had already escalated to a matter of dignity!