Could it be that I am the cruel villain? -
Chapter 393 - 249: Shall We Make Peace?_2
Chapter 393: Chapter 249: Shall We Make Peace?_2
Attitudes getting worse by the second, mouths filthier by the minute, yet Ying Ling was far from a docile herbivore—her raging fury subsided in but a few breaths.
Deep breath in, her ample chest rising and falling, with such close proximity, he could feel the warm breath continuously striking his face.
Somewhat itchy, somewhat warm, carrying a faint fragrance that kept burrowing into his nostrils, that cute doll-like face again wore a perplexing yet polite smile.
"Young Master Jiang, what exactly are you implying? Ying Ling had no intentions of questioning, merely curious about the ominous item. Presumably, it’s something you acquired during a demon-slaying escapade."
"If it’s not convenient to answer, Ying Ling naturally won’t press further. But now with the glorious moon overhead, we should be appreciating the moon and the flowers instead of ending up in such a tense standoff, truly ruining the scenic beauty."
"How about we both step back a bit, what do you say?"
Since he saw through her pretense, there was no point in continuing the act. Admitting a verbal defeat was no big deal, and she didn’t want to continue wasting time.
Being seen by others would only result in lost face.
But this man in front of her...
"Even if you plastered yourself with two pounds of Soft Bone Powder, it wouldn’t help you hide."
Exposed in one phrase.
Experts clashing, each move lethal.
Their exchange only lasted a moment, with a volley of strategies and techniques. Both Demon Heart Technique and Swordmaster’s Technique required a sufficiently strong body as a foundation for practice. Moreover, he wasn’t ignorant about "poisons."
Have we forgotten what he first did when he went out with Cen Yueyue?
"You!"
Now Ying Ling was truly out of options.
Clearly looking younger than her by several years, but why does this brat have even craftier schemes? Impervious and intractable; Joyful Ring doesn’t work, Soft Bone Powder doesn’t work.
Finally, she couldn’t hold back and blurted out, "Stop wasting time, let go! Otherwise, if others come following the noise, we’ll both be dead here."
Her tone laced with a hint of command, the smile on her face vanishing in the blink of an eye. When it comes to changing faces, Jiang Feng realized he was no match for women, all masters of the craft.
"Want to fight? Then fight. Want to leave? Then leave. Does the whole world revolve around you? Only your dear daddy would indulge you so."
"Not much skill, yet utterly arrogant. I didn’t expect a Direct Disciple of a Sword Immortal, the orthodox lineage of the Nine Peaks of Purple Cloud Palace, to have petty tricks as small as the toothpick hidden in your *."
"I also didn’t expect disciples of Joyful Sect to perfectly match my biases and stereotypes about your sect. No wonder wherever you go in society, people chase and treat you like despised rats scurrying from the sewers."
"Oh, your Purple Cloud Palace prides itself as an upright and prestigious sect, so prestigious that it nurtures talents for other forces, and even cultivated a leading disciple who caused a clean sweep of deaths in Grotto Heaven and angered a Peak Master to death. I heard they still haven’t found a way to deal with that leading disciple."
"That’s certainly nowhere as profitable as selling * for Spirit Stones. I’ve been wondering how your sect, being such trash, could reach such a large scale. I guess your Sect Master’s only job is to train a few of you and then lead you out to sell * for Spirit Stones, right? I happen to know a few familiar brothels; how about I introduce your sisters to become top courtesans there?"
It started.
This scale of berating wasn’t just a rarity in these times of impoverished vocabulary, but even if placed in the modern era, it would be considerably substantial.
Trading blows and insults, neither giving ground, a verbal battle so fierce that if Liu Tangxi were here, she’d probably have to knock some sense into her sharp-tongued junior brother back home.
Too venomously vile.
"...If you’re incompetent, just practice more."
"Can’t take the heat, stay out of the kitchen!"
"Being restricted by someone of a lower realm than yours, and you still have the gall to yap like a dog here? You started this by knocking me down from the sky, and now you’re outmatched you’re calling for both sides to step back?"
"Like a boiled red-skinned duck, stubborn to the end. You might as well not go to the brothel to become a courtesan; with that pig face of yours, you’d be better suited covering it with soot and joining a circus as a clown to entertain the masses."
Uh.
In terms of moral boundaries, Jiang Feng’s were indeed a notch lower.
A barrage of psychological attacks almost had Ying Ling rolling her eyes back and fainting on the spot, unable to imagine that this all came from a disciple of the esteemed Purple Cloud Palace—it was as if he was a lowlife ruffian found only in the slums!
In the end, she was also pushed to the brink, her eyes seemingly spouting fire and her voice becoming sharper by the second.
"What do you mean by saying I’m instigating trouble? Who knows if you’re a person sent by Purple Cloud Palace to East Liang City?"
"Today, all the Great Sects are sending disciples here for experience. I saw your weak cultivation and worried you’d get yourself killed if you entered, that’s why I struck you down! Not one of my Flying Knives was aimed at you!"
"And you, making things worse for no reason and accusing me of being unreasonable? This is Joyful Sect’s domain, and you think you as a Purple Cloud Palace person can just fly over my head without me having a say?"
"How do you think Joyful Sect disciples are treated when we enter Purple Cloud Palace’s territory? Are you stupid or what? Because your flying sword got knocked down, you throw a tantrum?"
"Is everyone from Swordmaster Peak as mad and suicidal as you?"
Finally, after about half an hour of mutual insults, both began to cool down.
To put it plainly, after a long fight and volley of insults, the anger had mostly dissipated.
Upon reflection, both sides realized they might have acted improperly. Ying Ling wondered why she would throw knives at someone for no good reason—usually proud but never openly so, she was quite humble and personable in her interactions.
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