Chapter 4814 — How Do You Even Borrow a Knife Now?
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"Leader, now that I've acknowledged you as my leader, there must be rank and station between us. Don't call me Brother Leng anymore—just use my name." Leng Rufeng said this with a perfectly straight face.
"Ha, all right then, I'll call you Rufeng." Wei Zhao smiled. Cold in manner and cold in speech as this fellow was, he was unexpectedly scrupulous about propriety in such matters. Then he asked, "Rufeng, didn't you say before that you absolutely had to go to the Mystic-Tier Seas to settle matters once and for all? Why the sudden change of heart?"
"That was indeed my thinking before, but back then I was really no different from Qianxue—both of us were driven by a obsession for revenge buried deep in our hearts, with not a shred of reason left to us. But now I've thought it through. Rather than charging in again on impulse and throwing my life away, it's better to stay here and properly carry out the tasks the leader has entrusted to me, and take the opportunity to build up my strength." Leng Rufeng explained.
As he spoke, Leng Rufeng and Yang Qianshuang exchanged a smile. The reason he could let go of that obsession was plainly Yang Qianshuang's recovery—he could hardly drag the woman he loved, who had only just been granted a new lease on life, back there to die.
"Mm. Now that Miss Yang's inner affliction is cured, the pressing task is to return to the Mystic Ascension Stage as quickly as possible, and after that she'll need a period of quiet cultivation as well—including you yourself, Rufeng." Wei Zhao advised.
After half a month of fighting, he had come to know Leng Rufeng quite well. Likely because his injuries were not yet healed, the fellow's aura and condition had been visibly unstable during that time, and that was precisely why Wei Zhao had been able to wear him down continuously; otherwise, things would have turned out very differently.
And in the month that followed, Leng Rufeng had been so preoccupied with Yang Qianshuang's affairs that he had not tended his injuries or cultivated properly, so even now his condition had never truly recovered. Fortunately, Yang Qianshuang was now fully healed, and apart from serving as Ning Xuefei's bodyguard and attendant, he finally had time to nurse his wounds and cultivate in earnest.
"Rest easy, Leader. I know my limits." Leng Rufeng nodded.
"By the way, I've been meaning to ask this for a long time. Is the Mystic-Tier Seas really that dangerous?" Wei Zhao asked suddenly. Leng Rufeng's strength went without saying—even with unhealed injuries he could easily press Wei Zhao in a fight—and if Yang Qianshuang recovered to the Mystic Ascension Stage, she would be no weakling either. For such a formidable pair to be beaten so wretchedly was truly chilling to think about.
At those words, Leng Rufeng and Yang Qianshuang exchanged a bitter smile, recalling that encounter. The mood inevitably grew heavy, and only after a long silence did Leng Rufeng slowly say, "Leader, don't be fooled by all the open strife and hidden daggers and lurking peril among these Yellow-Tier academies of the Eastern Continent—compared with the Mystic-Tier Seas, all of that is child's play. That is the place that truly devours men."
"Is that so?" Wei Zhao's brows lifted slightly. After a month and a half here, he had unconsciously begun to feel that the Eastern Continent's academies were nothing special—apart from Leng Rufeng, who had opened his eyes, not a single disciple of Xiangyun Academy had been worthy of his notice.
But now, after hearing Leng Rufeng's words, Wei Zhao's thinking shifted at once. It seemed that if the chance arose, he really would have to go and see this Mystic-Tier Seas for himself.
Leng Rufeng bowed his head and submitted to Wei Zhao. The Cold-Faced Blade God had formally become the ace enforcer of the Western Island Princess's consort—no one knew which busybody had spread the news, but it flew on wings and soon set all of Xiangyun Academy abuzz.