Chapter 113: I Am Lin Qinghan

Jiang Feng was the first to speak, breaking the silence.

"Friend of the Tianzi No. 3 Box?"

The silhouette in the shadows did not answer immediately, only a pair of eyes exposed beyond the thin veil, shining startlingly in the dimness.

She stood there quietly, her aura so faint it almost merged with the night.

If Jiang Feng were not so perceptive, he might have thought it was merely a phantom.

After a moment, her cold voice sounded, without idle chatter, cutting straight to the point.

"Give me the sheepskin scroll."

Before the words fell, she slowly extended her hand.

It was an exquisitely beautiful hand, with slender fingertips.

Her skin was as white as fine mutton‑fat jade, even her nail beds bore a faint pink hue, yet exuded undeniable authority.

"This thing is far‑reaching; it's not for you to covet."

Jiang Feng raised an eyebrow, deliberately swaying the brocade box in his hand, his tone laced with a hint of teasing.

"This is something I spent thirty billion in real gold and silver to purchase. You want to take it just by moving your lips—doesn't that seem a bit too easy?"

The figure in the moon‑white robe paused, the outstretched hand halted in mid‑air, the brows beneath the veil seeming to knit ever so slightly.

She remained silent for a full five seconds before speaking again, her voice still flat, but lacking the earlier hardness.

"What do you want?"

"Wisdom."

Jiang Feng smiled, lifted his gaze to scan the surroundings.

He leaned against the mottled wall, pointing toward the bustling street behind him.

"This isn't a place for discussion; shall we move elsewhere to talk in detail?"

The other party showed no hesitation, not even asking where to go.

She simply withdrew her hand and softly uttered three words: "Follow me."

As soon as the words fell, she turned and walked toward the alley entrance, her steps impossibly light.

When her toes touched the ground, the sound was almost inaudible; as her robes fluttered, they generated not a trace of airflow, as if the wind itself were carrying her forward, starkly different from a cultivator's outward qi when exercising.

Jiang Feng's eyes hardened, and his inner speculation deepened.

The way this person moved utterly overturned his understanding of the martial path.

There was no trace of internal energy circulation, yet she was astonishingly fast; though she appeared to walk slowly, Jiang Feng would have barely kept up without exerting a few extra points of strength. He followed closely, his gaze fixed on her gait.

When her feet landed, they were as light as a feather; even the hem of her skirt never brushed the roadside weeds. Such lightness was beyond any Grandmaster's reach.

The two passed one street after another, arriving at Jiangcheng's Binjiang Matou.

The figure in the moon‑white robe walked straight toward a Black Awning Boat docked at the pier; the boat was small but kept unusually tidy, a tiny palace lantern hung at its bow, its dim glow wavering in the night.

When she stepped onto the deck, the Black Awning Boat did not sway a single inch.

After Jiang Feng also leapt onto the boat, she lightly called within the vessel, "Set sail."

The moment the words fell, a faint oar creak came from the stern, yet no oarsman was seen, as if an invisible force were propelling the boat slowly toward the island in the river's center.

Jiang Xin Zhou.

Jiang Feng stood at the bow, the evening wind blowing against him.

He gazed at the approaching Jiang Xin Zhou, a hint of doubt lingering in his heart.

He had previously heard that Jiang Xin Zhou was a secret realm of Jiangcheng, sparsely populated, with only a few ancient mountain villas hidden in the woods; he never expected this mysterious person to choose it as their meeting place.

The Black Awning Boat soon docked, and Jiang Feng followed her onto the island's Green Stone Slab road.

The two walked along the winding stone slab path inward, passing through a dense bamboo forest.

After about a quarter of an hour, an ancient, simple mountain villa appeared before them.

Its gate stood ajar, as if it had been waiting for their arrival all along.

Just as they reached the doorway, an old woman in a blue cloth robe stepped out from inside.

The old woman's face was lined with wrinkles, yet her eyes were unusually clear.

She bowed slightly toward the person, her tone respectful: "You have returned."

Then she glanced at Jiang Feng, her gaze lingering briefly on the brocade box he carried.

She asked nothing more, merely turned aside to lead the way: "Sir, please follow me."

Jiang Feng followed the old woman into the villa; the moment he crossed the threshold, he abruptly halted, his eyes filled with shock.

The atmosphere inside the villa was completely different from the outside world!

"Spiritual energy…"

Jiang Feng whispered a startled exclamation in his heart.

The scene of this villa was unmistakably proof of abundant spiritual energy, rivaling even the Kunlun he had visited before descending the mountain!

He looked toward the moon‑white figure leading the way, his doubts deepening further.

Not only was her movement strange, but even her dwelling was extraordinary—what on earth was her background?

The old woman led Jiang Feng to a lakeside pavilion; the table already held tea set, the boiling water in the pot gently swirling, emitting a faint tea fragrance.

"Sir, please wait a moment; my master will arrive shortly."

Having said that, the old woman bowed and stepped back, gently closing the pavilion's wooden door.

Jiang Feng sat by the window, his gaze fixed on the lake's surface beyond.

At that moment, the pavilion door was gently pushed open, and the figure in the moon‑white robe entered.

She still wore the thin veil, cradling a Celadon Vase in her hands, and placed it on the table; her movements were as light as a breeze.

Jiang Feng lifted his eyes to look at her, a meaningful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Since we've already arrived on your turf, do you still plan to keep wearing a veil, hiding from me? That would be far too insincere, wouldn't it?"

His words just fell, and the other party paused slightly.

After a moment, she raised her hand, the slender Fingers hooking the thin veil's Edge and slowly lifting it upward.

The movement was Slow, carrying a near‑ceremonial composure, as if unveiling a long‑sealed treasure.

The instant the thin veil slipped down, Jiang Feng's Breath suddenly stalled, and the tea cup in his hand almost slipped.

What entered his sight was a stunningly beautiful face.

At eighteen or nineteen, her skin was as white as fresh snow, exuding a faint luminescence, as if a breath could shatter it.

Her eyebrows were thin and straight, the outer corners of her eyes slightly upturned, yet without any hint of charm; instead they resembled distant mountains tinged with indigo, bearing a few degrees of detached calm.

Her nose bridge was elegant, her lips a faint cherry‑pink, the Mouth corners slightly pursed, showing no expression, yet exuding a cool, otherworldly aura.

Her long jet‑black hair was left loose, casually draped over her shoulders; the strands glimmered softly under the light, complementing her moon‑white robe, making her look like a fairy stepping out of an ancient painting, untouched by any worldly smoke.

Cool, Pure, and bearing a beauty one dares not desecrate.

Jiang Feng was completely dumbfounded, opened his Mouth, yet couldn't say a word for a long while.

He originally thought that anyone with such strength and confidence would either be an elderly person with white hair.

Ten Thousand Ten Thousand didn't think, that it turned out to be such a seemingly naive girl!

The girl seemed already Habit of such reactions, and her face showed not a Silk ripple.

She only quietly stared at him, her cool voice sounded again, carrying a few notes of unique ethereality.

I am Lin Qinghan.