Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 391 - 248 The True Face Under the Veil_2

Chapter 391: Chapter 248 The True Face Under the Veil_2

Relying on his years of experience being tyrannically abused by his senior sister, Jiang Feng was extremely sensitive to any slight movements in his surroundings. Lowering his head to dodge the stab, before he could react, two figures burst out from the grass on both sides, holding knives, attacking from both flanks.

Instantly, Jiang Feng faced a "stabbed in both ribs" situation.

Clang!

With a sword in each hand, he blocked the attack.

The flash of lightning shattered the two shadows on the spot, staring directly at the beautiful woman in front of him. Normally, Jiang Feng would never act so recklessly, nor would he start fighting over a disagreement.

But today, he was indeed feeling a fire inside that couldn’t be vented. With someone running into his line of fire, of course, he wouldn’t hold back. The lightning slowly converged; this was his first time integrating Sword Qi and Thunder Technique in actual combat.

Looking at the woman standing high on the tree branch in the distance, Jiang Feng’s expression remained unchanged, merely lifting the iron wire in his hand and hooking his finger towards her in a provoking manner.

"Very well, very well."

"So ignorant of death, I kindly advise you, yet you insist on seeking death. I can’t be blamed."

Her pretty face carried a vague smile.

Today, Ying Ling didn’t know what happened, but she hadn’t encountered many normal people along the way. Initially wanting to interact with Southern Border Disciples, she ended up being compared to a brothel madam and even caught a dose of Gu Poison, which infuriated her.

Having finally found a secluded place planning to bathe in the moonlight and expel the Gu Poison, a cultivator flew over her head, right in front of her.

She intervened only wanting to make this young man, who had recently achieved Core Formation, know the difficulties and hasten away, to avoid losing his life for no reason.

After all, many superior disciples from various great sects had already arrived in the city, including those at the Peak of Core Formation and Nascent Soul Stage. She naturally did not want innocents to get involved.

As a result...

"You seem somewhat capable, but daring to attend this gathering at the Early-stage of Core Formation, you’ve got guts. Which sect’s disciple are you?"

With a flick of her hand.

The bells hanging from her wrists and ankles jingled crisply, her charming figure swayed captivatingly under the moonlight, especially accentuating her figure from a high position; very few men intrigued her, the only pity was...

that this youngster, although powerful, had a cultivation realm that was too poor.

The young man remained silent.

His ears clearly caught that faint bell sound, a sound that might seem unfamiliar to others, but not to Jiang Feng.

Because he also had a bell hidden in him, called the Soul Summoning Bell.

The lightning completely converged, holding the somewhat ugly iron wire in his palm, this action caused Ying Ling to frown slightly as a sharp Qi assaulted her face.

That Qi, too familiar.

Even if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, anyone who had observed the battlefields or sword scars left by that Sword Immortal could recognize that familiar scent, and it was at this moment she clearly saw the sect emblem embroidered behind the young man.

Auspicious clouds, a beast’s head.

"So, you’re Jiang Feng!?"

Swoosh!

Before her words fell, the Sword Qi had already been unsheathed.

The surrounding air converged in an instant, firmly locking the woman in place, unable to move. Facing the incoming lethal move, Ying Ling’s expression showed no fear, her already bright eyes sparkled even more as if seeing something unbelievable.

Her body didn’t move, looking as if she let the Sword Qi slash across her body, Jiang Feng did not pursue victory but instead, his left-hand flying sword rose without warning, stabbing towards the left corner, and with a flick of the right hand, the iron wire pierced directly through a shadow quivering behind the tree.

He didn’t even spare a glance at the woman in the distance, who was bisected at the waist, blood and flesh flying about; others might have lingered their gaze.

Without any hesitation, he even felt no movement behind him and stretched his hand directly towards it!

Thump—

In the dark night, came a harsh collision of flesh.

Under the moonlight, two young people in their twenties stood motionless.

His left hand touched the Qiankun Bag, and his right hand directly grabbed Ying Ling’s graceful snowy white neck, as graceful as a swan’s, even capturing the light floating veil within his fingers.

His thumb tucked up against her submandibular artery, the index finger positioned at her carotid sinus, these were all techniques taught by his senior sister; now fully integrated and mastered, he could instantly find the death points once touched.

Their gazes collided.

Unlike what he had imagined, Jiang Feng thought Ying Ling, who appeared unreasonable and proud, would have a haughty face that warranted a slap, given her coquettish abstinence-style attire, but unexpectedly,

beneath the veil lay a somewhat childish, baby face.

Her forehead was full, facial features set low, with a small, upturned nose and a short, rounded chin. The soft lines of her face were especially harmonious, making her look like a porcelain doll that could easily trigger a protective instinct.

This was completely different from her boastful appearance sitting on the tree branch earlier.

With a hook of her left index finger, the iron wire refined with Jiang Feng’s own blood flew from behind the pierced tree in the distance, seemingly ready to deploy the familiar Sword Control technique.

But suddenly, there was a pain in his waist.

"Don’t move."

A cold and stern command was issued.

Honestly, Ying Ling’s appearance and her voice did not match well; she looked like a cute, harmless young girl, but her tone was full of mature assertiveness.

Glancing at the source of the pain, Jiang Feng noticed that this woman acted decisively too, holding a dagger at his waist and an Emei Piercer against his right chest.

The reason it was his right chest, was because Jiang Feng had inexplicably turned around at the last moment, otherwise the piercer would have stabbed into the heart.

Yet, Jiang Feng seemed indifferent.

Whoosh—

The iron wire continued flying toward his palm as planned. A flicker of fierceness crossed the woman’s face as she thrust the Emei Piercer and dagger towards Jiang Feng’s body, but she stopped after only breaking the skin.

Because she was starting to have difficulty breathing.

The thick palm, still flickering with residual lightning, clamped around her neck like an iron... no, an electric clamp, especially painful at the larynx and jaw, both absolutely lethal areas.

It was as if her neck was being pinched to an unhealable extent; even if it healed, she probably would spend the rest of her life drooling, which was irritating.

Her pretty face reddened, whether from anger or Jiang Feng’s heavy hand causing suffocation, but the current situation seemed bad for both.

"How dare you not follow the rules of society!"

Ying Ling felt a bit wronged.

Normally, shouldn’t both parties restrain themselves in such situations? However, Jiang Feng was completely unconventional, holding the iron wire in his left hand, yet he made no other moves.

"Wasn’t it you who made the first move?"

"You, you, nowadays many heroes gather here, you, a mere Early-stage of Core Formation, came here, I was worried for your life!"

"So, a mere Early-stage of Core Formation has beaten you like this? The Joyful Sect is nothing special after all."

With a flick of his thumb,

the movement caused Ying Ling to uncontrollably lift her head as his knuckles dug into her jaw, which she perceived as a humiliation.

"If you’re capable, let me go, and we’ll have another fight!"

Her swollen chest heaved in visible anger, her body struggling and twisting, the bells at her wrists and ankles tinkling, still sharply captured by the youngster.

Yet, he remained silent.

Facing this simple provocation, he expressionlessly said, "I’m not capable."

"Are you even a man!"

"No, my ancestors for eight generations were eunuchs."

"Do you not have any sense of shame?"

"No, I’m shameless, because if I let go, I’d fall into your trap."

Here, Jiang Feng paused slightly, with a hint of mockery on his face.

"Do you plan to make us both let go next, then use the illusion right in front of me to deceive me and deliver a fatal blow?"

Suddenly, Ying Ling’s face drastically changed!

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