ebookland Chapter 460 The beauty Manzhu doesn't mind me, um~ I naturally don't mind this matter!
Chapter 460 The beauty Manzhu doesn't mind me, um~ I naturally don't mind this matter!
Dreamland.
The sky above Shadow Academy is always blood red.
Because this is the domain of demonic cultivators.
Inside the Dream Pavilion.
Manzhu was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, her fingertips gently tracing the red spider lily painted with cinnabar at the corner of her eye.
"Fellow Daoist, why are you so quiet today? Why aren't you saying anything to please me?"
Manzhu stood up slowly, filled with doubt.
Her knee-length red skirt fluttered slightly with her movements, revealing her incredibly alluring fair legs!
As the essence of the red spider lily that has cultivated for a thousand years, she was born with a bewitching aura.
Chu Feng leaned against the window, his face hidden by a jade fan, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
"Beautiful Manzhu, you are so beautiful that I, Chu, cannot bear to disturb you!"
Upon hearing this and seeing Chu Feng's expression, Manzhu gracefully walked over, covered her mouth, and burst out laughing.
"Haha~"
"Fellow Daoist, what is the meaning of covering your face with this jade fan?"
Chu Feng then removed his folding fan, revealing his entire face. His left cheek had been branded with a demonic mark by Phantom, the master of Shadow Academy.
Thinking of this incident, Chu Feng felt a surge of resentment.
Half a year ago, Manzhu went out to collect souls from the mass grave and took in Chu Feng and others. Later, she went with Chu Feng to Lingshan Academy and recruited many cultivators.
Chu Feng brought back a female cultivator named Mu Qing, whose true form was a five-colored phoenix. Mu Qing breathed fire and burned down Chu Feng's Xiaoyao Palace.
Manzhu rushed to Xiaoyao Palace to save him without regard for anything else, but was burned by the sea of fire, resulting in serious injuries.
Chu Feng was fighting with cultivators from Lingshan Academy at the time, which is why he escaped this calamity.
Because of this, Manzhu's best friend, Meiying, severely punished Chu Feng, branding his face with a magic mark.
Seeing Chu Feng bow his head in silence, Manzhu gently raised her jade-like hand to stroke the demonic rune, her heart filled with regret. She softly comforted him:
"It's all in the past, so don't blame the Palace Master,"
Chu Feng took the opportunity to grasp Manzhu's hand and smell it.
It smells so good!
"If the beautiful Manzhu doesn't find me unattractive, then of course I won't mind!"
"You have taken me and Lin Feng and the others in for half a year now, how can I not repay you?"
"Oh?"
Manzhu raised an eyebrow, her eyes full of anticipation.
"How will you repay me, fellow Daoist?"
Chu Feng smiled slightly, released Manzhu's hand, and took out a brocade box from his sleeve.
Manzhu took it, opened it, and found a stack of exquisite dress patterns inside, each one beautiful and stunning.
"I used the spirit stones I earned in two months to customize thirty-six new dresses for you."
Chu Feng's voice was gentle and soothing.
"From tomorrow onwards, you will be mine."
Upon hearing this, Manzhu blushed and said coquettishly:
"Fellow Daoist, you're in such a hurry, but... I'm poisoned!"
Chu Feng frowned, his tone displeased.
"Beautiful Manzhu, are you rejecting me?"
As he spoke, he reached out and gently touched the spider lily at the corner of her eye.
"If you keep me waiting too long, I might go out and find some other woman!"
Manzhu lowered her head to hide the joy in her eyes, but her heart was pounding like a deer.
She knew that Chu Feng was gentle to many women, but every time she faced him, she would still unconsciously fall for him.
Perhaps, she simply liked his dashing, unrestrained, and free-spirited nature!
"I'm leaving now. I'll go with you to get your clothes tomorrow."
After Chu Feng finished speaking, he transformed into a wisp of black mist and disappeared.
Outside the window, the sky was as red as blood, and the red spider lilies swayed in the wind.
Manzhu gently touched the flower at the corner of her eye and murmured to herself:
"Fellow Daoist, oh fellow Daoist, you've left us like this..."
The next morning.
Manzhu wore a light purple short skirt with delicate spider lily patterns embroidered on the hem, which complemented the flowers at the corners of her eyes.
Chu Feng, dressed in a low-cut black robe with a red cloak, walked gracefully beside her.
A long sword hung diagonally at his waist, its scabbard inlaid with several blood-red gems that swayed gently with his steps, reflecting a chilling light.
The market was bustling with people, and the sounds of vendors calling out their wares and bargaining filled the air.
Manzhu was in high spirits. She reached out and hugged Chu Feng's neck, her eyes sparkling with a long-lost light.
"Fellow Daoist, do I look beautiful today?"
Chu Feng nodded with a smile:
"The beauty Manzhu looks good in anything."
The couple's intimate behavior attracted a lot of attention.
The market at Shadow Academy was already bustling, but today it was even more noisy because of this couple.
"Look, isn't that Senior Sister Manzhu from the Misty Palace? We haven't seen her at the market for half a year!"
A man lowered his voice, his eyes full of curiosity.
"Shh, keep your voice down."
His companion quickly stopped him.
"Didn't you see who was next to her?"
"I heard this kid was picked up from outside by the senior sister, and he hasn't been played to death yet?"
Another voice, tinged with jealousy.
“That kid is no ordinary person. In the past two months, I’ve seen him going in and out of brothels over a hundred times.”
A middle-aged man waved a fan, his tone tinged with disdain.
"Could the man our senior sister has chosen be an ordinary person? You should all shut up!"
An old man frowned.
"As long as Senior Sister doesn't mind, he can do whatever he wants!"
A young woman covered her mouth and chuckled softly.
Although the whispers were quiet, every word reached Manzhu's ears.
She loosened her grip on Chu Feng's neck, then took his arm, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes, yet she still forced a smile:
"Fellow Daoist, don't worry about it, let's go take a look over there."
Upon hearing this, Chu Feng felt extremely pleased.
Manju, oh Manju, you really can't live without me...
He looked up, his gaze sweeping over Lin Feng who was standing not far away, and nodded slightly.
"That Chu Feng is truly fearless; he's been to seven brothels in a single month..."
"That's right, I heard that all the spirit stones he earned were given to him by the ladies in those brothels..."
The murmurs grew louder and louder, and Manzhu finally couldn't hold back her tears.
"Fellow Daoist, did you really take advantage of my unconsciousness to be so carefree and pleasure-seeking?"
Chu Feng gripped her hand tightly:
"Manzhu, there's no need to pay attention to these idle gossips."
"Chu Feng, stop pretending, we all know what kind of person you are!"
A young man stepped forward, pointed at Chu Feng, and shouted.
"Senior Sister Manzhu, why are you so infatuated with this kind of person?"
Manzhu bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes.
She knew Chu Feng was a womanizer, but when these words were spoken in public, her heart still felt like it was being torn apart.
Just as Manzhu was about to speak, a sudden change occurred.
Lin Feng led more than 30 people to quickly surround the group of people who were talking. Their movements were clean and efficient, showing that they were well-trained.
These men were dressed in uniform black outfits, with swords at their waists, and sharp eyes, like hunters in the shadows.
"you……"
Before the young man could finish speaking, he was knocked back by Lin Feng with a single palm strike.
"stop!"
Manzhu exclaimed in surprise and quickly let go of Chu Feng's arms.
"Why are you fighting amongst yourselves?"
Lin Feng immediately raised his hand and shouted:
"stop!"
Then he turned to the group, his voice icy:
"If you dare to speak ill of our Lord again, we will collect you into the banner!"
The market fell silent instantly.
Then everyone remembered that Chu Feng was a newly appointed protector of the Shadow Academy, with more than thirty elite disciples under his command.
"Manzhu".
Chu Feng said softly.
"Don't be upset by these idle gossips."
Manzhu looked up at him, her eyes blurry with tears:
"Fellow Daoist...why are you doing this?"
"Am I not good enough to you?"
Chu Feng reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Although I, Chu Feng, am a romantic, I am not a heartless person."
Chu Feng's voice was deep and sincere!
"Those things at the brothels were nothing more than me selling some secret medicines to those ladies and earning some spirit stones!"
Manzhu stood there, stunned, unsure of what to say.
"Lin Feng!"
Chu Feng turned around and gave the order.
"Take these people back and interrogate them thoroughly!"
"Who exactly is it that allows them to so openly discuss me and Manzhu behind my back!"
"Yes, Your Honor!"
Lin Feng knelt on one knee, cupping his hands in a fist salute.
He lowered his head, but his gaze fell on the pair of beautiful legs beneath Manzhu's skirt.
Chu Feng naturally noticed Lin Feng's subtle movements, and his hand unconsciously tightened its grip on the long sword hanging at his waist.
"Do it!"
Lin Feng quickly stood up, and in the blink of an eye, those people had long swords held to their necks by Chu Feng's thirty-odd followers.
Everyone rushed to Manzhu for help:
"Senior Sister, please save us!"
"We were too talkative, we'll never dare to say anything like that again!"
Manzhu gently raised her hand to stop her, saying:
"Stop! There's no need to investigate this anymore; I know who did it."
Chu Feng was secretly delighted:
Of course I did it!
Manzhu, I want you to turn against Phantom and use your hands to get rid of her!
How can a woman be in charge of the Shadow Academy?
It is naturally my place to be in charge!
Chu Feng smiled wickedly, waved his hand, and commanded Lin Feng:
"Alright, let them go. Now that Manju has spoken..."
Manzhu was deeply moved and couldn't help but call out:
"Chu Feng, I know the Palace Master is prejudiced against you, which is why she targets you in every way. Now she's doing this because she wants me to leave you!"
"But love is love, and I won't leave you because of anyone's provocation."
Chu Feng held Manzhu's hand, his expression full of deep affection:
"Manzhu, I will always remember the way you reached out your hand to me from the mass grave, not minding that my hands were covered in mud!"
"For you, no matter how the Palace Mistress punishes me or plots against me... I can forgive her!"
Manzhu gripped Chu Feng's hand tightly and leaned on his shoulder:
"I originally wanted to use a love potion on you, but now it seems... I am the potion, making it hard for you to extricate yourself."
Chu Feng sneered inwardly:
Manju, oh Manju, the more affectionate you are, the more you will fall into the carefully woven snare of my heart.