Chapter 151: You Will Regret It

The two of them were low-key and composed.

Therefore, along the way, they did not attract any attention.

After all, with so many disciples in the Hall of the Martial King, most of whom were usually in closed-door cultivation, it was entirely normal for one or two unfamiliar faces to appear.

Soon.

The reception hall came into their view.

"I thought it would be much harder than this!"

Ling Yunfei muttered disdainfully.

"Until we step completely out of the Hall of the Martial King, we cannot let our guard down."

Qin Feiyang said in a low voice.

A moment later.

The two walked past the reception hall, and the main gate was right before their eyes.

The moment they stepped out of the gate, it would be like fish returning to the vast sea.

"You two, stop right there!"

But right at that moment.

Elder Qu walked out of the reception hall, furrowed his brows slightly upon seeing the two, and barked.

Their bodies stiffened.

They were just a single step away from leaving the Hall of the Martial King.

One had to admit, this Elder Qu had chosen a truly unfortunate time to show up.

"Let's run!"

Ling Yunfei whispered.

"If you can outrun a Battle King, then go ahead."

Qin Feiyang cast a sidelong glance at him, turned around to face Elder Qu, and bowed. "Greetings, Elder."

Ling Yunfei hurriedly turned around and saluted as well.

Elder Qu frowned and said, "Why don't I recognize you two?"

Qin Feiyang smiled and said, "Ever since entering the Hall of the Martial King, the two of us have been cultivating in the cultivation chambers. It's completely normal that Elder doesn't remember us."

Elder Qu stated flatly, "Impossible. Take out your identity tokens and let me see them."

Qin Feiyang's heart skipped a beat.

Actually, the person he feared running into the most was Elder Qu.

Because everyone who entered the Hall of the Martial King had to collect their identity tokens from him, Elder Qu had laid eyes on every single person, whether they were executive elders or disciples.

Elder Qu raised an eyebrow and shouted, "What are you hesitating for? Take them out now!"

"It seems we won't be able to leave after all."

Bitter feelings welled up in Ling Yunfei's heart.

Once Elder Qu discovered his and Qin Feiyang's true identities, they would undoubtedly be placed under strict surveillance.

"Why didn't you wait for me?"

Just as despair crept into their hearts, a voice as sweet as celestial music came from behind Elder Qu.

A young woman dressed in tight-fitting white martial attire that accentuated her exquisite figure was seen running angrily toward them.

It was none other to Feng Ling'er!

She was still wearing a mask, and her beautiful eyes were filled with fury.

As soon as she arrived, she grabbed both of them by their ears and snapped angrily, "You bastards! We clearly agreed to go to the Hall of Treasures together, yet you didn't wait for me. Are you asking for a beating?"

"Great Aunt, we were wrong."

"Big Sister, it hurts, it hurts! Let go, please!"

The two hurriedly begged for mercy.

Although Feng Ling'er was being rather savage right now, in their eyes, she was practically an angel sent from heaven.

Her timing could not have been more perfect!

"Elder Qu, we're leaving now."

Feng Ling'er turned her head and smiled at Elder Qu, then dragged the two away by their ears while continuing to scold them intermittently.

"What on earth is going on here?"

Elder Qu was completely baffled.

"It seems I'm truly getting old; even my memory is failing me."

A moment later.

He finally snapped back to reality, shaking his head with a sigh.

Ling Yunfei made a wry face and said, "Senior Sister Ling'er, can you let go of our ears now?"

Feng Ling'er snorted coldly. "Not so fast. Tell me, why did you two disguise yourselves and sneak out of the Hall of the Pill King? What are you up to?"

The two felt a jolt in their hearts.

Could Feng Ling'er have figured out their true identities?

Feng Ling'er released her delicate hands and sneered, "Little tricks like yours might fool others, but they won't fool me. If you don't confess the truth right now, I'm dragging you both right back."

Qin Feiyang rubbed his ear and frowned, "How did you find out?"

"Ling Yunfei has been acting all sneaky these past few days, so I knew something was fishy."

"That's why, shortly after he left the cultivation hall earlier, I tailed him."

"Sure enough, you two were up to no good."

Feng Ling'er said.

Qin Feiyang and Ling Yunfei exchanged glances, bitter smiles tugging at the corners of their mouths.

Having a woman who was too smart and too persistent was truly a headache!

Ling Yunfei lowered his voice and said, "Senior Sister Ling'er, here is the deal. We are heading to Star-Moon City, and once we go, there's a good chance we won't be coming back."

"Star-Moon City?"

Feng Ling'er furrowed her delicate brows and scoffed disdainfully, "Don't try to scare me. I grew up not knowing what fear is. Spill it, what are you two going to Star-Moon City for?"

"We..."

Ling Yunfei stammered.

Seeing that Feng Ling'er was about to lose her patience, a flash of inspiration hit Ling Yunfei, and he chuckled softly, "It's been a long time since we last saw Luo Qingzhu and Zhao Shuang'er. Qin Feiyang has been missing them terribly, so he wants to take a trip to Star-Moon City to visit them."

Qin Feiyang stumbled, nearly falling flat on his face.

This guy, was he capable of spinning any wilder tale?

Feng Ling'er looked at Qin Feiyang and asked, "Is this true?"

Qin Feiyang's face twitched as he nodded and said, "True."

As long as he could shake off this troublesome woman, making a small sacrifice of his reputation didn't matter.

Feng Ling'er thought for a moment and said, "It's also been a while since I last saw Qingzhu. I might as well tag along with you guys!"

"Cough, cough!"

Upon hearing this.

Both Qin Feiyang and Ling Yunfei choked on their own saliva.

Feng Ling'er cast a playful glance at the two and said, "I never told you this, but I actually met her when I was ten years old. Back then, she went to visit the Jiang family, and I was also still living in Black Bear City..."

The two didn't hear a word she said; they felt as though they had swallowed fleas, their complexions turning ugly to the extreme.

There was nothing they could do now.

The words were already spoken; they couldn't just take them back, could they?

They had no choice but to let Feng Ling'er tag along, and once they reached Star-Moon City, they would find an opportunity to ditch her.

By the time the three entered the western district, it was already noon.

Feng Ling'er said, "Since we're not in a rush, let's go get some food at the Flying Phoenix Pavilion first."

Qin Feiyang and Ling Yunfei exchanged glances, a sharp glint flashing in their eyes.

They could simply ditch her right there at the Flying Phoenix Pavilion.

A moment later.

The three arrived at the Flying Phoenix Pavilion.

It wasn't Feng Ling'er's first time wearing a mask in public, so the people of Yan City were basically used to it.

The waiter immediately stepped forward to greet them enthusiastically.

As soon as they sat down, Qin Feiyang slapped his forehead, turned to Feng Ling'er and Ling Yunfei, and said, "I need to go buy a few things. You guys go ahead and eat, I'll be right back."

"Are you really going to buy things?" N

Feng Ling'er looked at him with a beaming smile.

"Cut the crap. If I'm going to see Qingzhu and the others, I obviously need to prepare a decent gift, don't I?"

Qin Feiyang rolled his eyes at her, stood up in one fluid motion, and walked toward the main entrance.

As he turned away, he gave Ling Yunfei a subtle, imperceptible look.

Ling Yunfei, however, was filled with distress.

Originally.

That was the exact excuse he had planned to use as well.

He never expected Qin Feiyang to have the exact same thought and blurt it out first.

Now, what excuse could he possibly use to slip away?

"Move aside, make way!"

"Didn't you see the First Prince is arriving? Stop blocking the path!"

Just as Qin Feiyang stepped out of the front doors, an arrogant and overbearing shout suddenly rang out from the street ahead.

It sounded exceptionally grating to the ear.

The diners inside the main hall were startled.

Qin Feiyang also looked up and saw the First Prince walking toward the Flying Phoenix Pavilion, escorted by four palace guards.

Walking right beside the First Prince was a young woman.

She had a delicate, slender figure, hair as dark and smooth as a cascading waterfall, and a snowy-white long dress that billowed gently as she walked, making her look like a beautiful angel, remarkably captivating.

There was not a trace of makeup on her cheeks.

Because she was naturally blessed with transcendent beauty, she had no need for any cosmetic embellishments whatsoever.

It was none other than Lin Yiyi!

"Why is she walking together with the First Prince?"

Qin Feiyang furrowed his brows slightly.

The two guards walking in front saw Qin Feiyang blocking the doorway, grew instantly furious, and barked, "Did you not see the First Prince coming? Get lost at once!"

Qin Feiyang's gaze instantly turned icy.

"Oh, look at you, showing a bit of temper!"

"Oh, so you're a disciple of the Hall of the Martial King. But what kind of nobody are you to dare block our First Prince's path? Do you think you're Jiang Haotian?"

The two guards glanced at the uniform Qin Feiyang was wearing and spoke with arrogant, haughty disdain.

Hearing those words, Qin Feiyang looked noticeably stunned.

The First Prince raised an eyebrow and said impatiently, "Drag him away."

The two guards immediately moved to take action.

"There's no need, I'll walk away myself."

With a blank expression, Qin Feiyang stepped aside.

As the First Prince passed right by him, he said in a low voice, "First Prince, is it? I guarantee you will live to regret this."

"Huh?"

The First Prince came to a halt, turned to look at Qin Feiyang, and a look of astonishment crossed his eyes.

In the end, however.

He merely offered a disdainful smile and led Lin Yiyi inside the Flying Phoenix Pavilion.

It was a contempt that ran deep into his bones.

He completely disregarded Qin Feiyang, dismissing him merely as some brainless fool.

Feng Ling'er had witnessed the entire exchange, but she remained silent, a playful smirk lingering at the corners of her mouth.

Upon seeing the First Prince, a chilling glint flashed in Ling Yunfei's eyes.

Suddenly.

A flash of ingenuity struck him. He withdrew his gaze, looked at Feng Ling'er, and whispered, "Qin Feiyang must be feeling terrible right now. Senior Sister, I'm going to go comfort him and pick out some welcome gifts for Luo Qingzhu and the others along the way. Enjoy your meal slowly."

With that, he stood up directly and sprinted after Qin Feiyang.

Rejoining Qin Feiyang, the two rapidly darted through the crowd, speeding toward the city gates.

Feng Ling'er paused for a moment, then sneered, "You two idiots, did you really think I didn't know what you were plotting? Wanting to slip away? In your dreams!"

She also stood up from her seat and gave chase.

The waiter, carrying a tray of dishes, emerged from the kitchen and stood there completely dumbfounded.

Where did everyone go?

...

"We finally shook her off."

Ling Yunfei glanced back over his shoulder and, seeing no sign of Feng Ling'er, finally let out a long breath of relief.

Yet at that exact moment.

Qin Feiyang's body stiffened, his gaze locking straight ahead.

"What are you looking at?"

Ling Yunfei asked suspiciously. Following his line of sight, his own body froze as well.

A dozen meters ahead, a masked woman stood amidst the crowd, her arms crossed over her chest, looking at them with a playful expression.

Who else could it be if not Feng Ling'er?

When did she run ahead of them?

Their minds were reduced to absolute mush.

"Sigh!"

Qin Feiyang let out a helpless, prolonged sigh and strode forward.

There was simply no shaking this woman off now.

As the two approached, Feng Ling'er asked with a beaming smile, "Weren't you guys going to pick out gifts? How come the direction you were heading was the city gate?"

Qin Feiyang offered a bitter smile and said, "Fine, it was our fault. It's getting late, let's get moving!"

Ling Yunfei shook his head and sighed, "Senior Sister, you're so pretty and yet so smart—which man in the world would ever dare to marry you? Junior Brother here is genuinely worried for your future."

Feng Ling'er said proudly, "The men who want to marry me could form a line stretching all the way back to the Hall of the Martial King. Do you need to worry about that?"

"So confident?"

Ling Yunfei was startled.

Yet he had to admit that this woman indeed had the capital to be confident.