Chapter 115: Girl's Thoughts

The phosphorescence on Lin Qinghan's fingertips had already formed, and the Spiritual Energy in the air seemed to have frozen.

Although she could hear Jiang Feng hastily trying to explain, she still slightly restrained the oppressive pressure surrounding her.

Her cold eyes stared fixedly at Jiang Feng.

"What does that mean? Speak clearly! If you dare babble again, I will not tolerate it!"

Jiang Feng raised his hand and rubbed his brow, straightened his posture, and spread his arms toward Lin Qinghan.

"Don't get excited yet; use your Spiritual Energy to probe my body and see if you detect any abnormalities."

Lin Qinghan's brows twitched slightly, her gaze full of doubt.

Nevertheless, she gently lifted her bare hand.

In an instant, a faint green Spiritual Energy drifted from her fingertips, winding around Jiang Feng's body like a wisp of smoke.

The moment the Spiritual Energy touched Jiang Feng's skin, she felt a completely different aura.

That aura was robust and domineering, bearing an ancient wildness, hidden near Jiang Feng's dantian.

Even though it was sealed, it still emitted a heart‑pounding vibration.

"This is..."

Lin Qinghan's pupils suddenly contracted, and her fingers instinctively curled.

"How can such a thing be inside your body?"

She abruptly withdrew her hand, her face full of shock.

"You're not human?"

The words left her mouth, Lin Qinghan immediately sensed something wrong and quickly rephrased.

"No... you're mortal, yet you hide a beast spirit inside you? And it's sealed!"

Jiang Feng looked at her shocked expression and couldn't help but smile.

"I'll give you credit for some insight; as expected of a Qingxiao Sect disciple. This is Kun Long, which has been implanted in my body since childhood; thanks to the Master's seal it hasn't caused trouble all these years. This time I descended the mountain—first for cultivation experience, second to find a way to resolve Kun Long."

He paused briefly, his gaze falling on Lin Qinghan.

"Earlier I observed you and found your constitution very special. The Spiritual Energy around you is pure, bearing an ultra‑yin, ultra‑pure quality; this constitution can exactly suppress Kun Long's violent aura. With your help, suppressing Kun Long would be much easier."

Lin Qinghan was stunned; she only knew her cultivation speed surpassed her peers, but had never known her constitution had such an effect.

She looked down at her hand, then raised her head toward Jiang Feng, her gaze full of doubt.

"My constitution can suppress Kun Long? Yet I... I myself didn't know."

"It's normal that you haven't encountered these on your first descent."

Jiang Feng nodded and shifted his tone.

"The Xuan Wang Secret Treasury holds no meaning for me, so if you are willing to help me suppress Kun Long, I can give you the Sheepskin Scroll unconditionally, without requiring you to make up the ten‑billion shortfall, nor exchange any treasure."

Those words were like a stone tossed into Lin Qinghan's heart‑lake; she instantly lifted her head, her eyes full of disbelief.

"Are you serious? As long as I help you, you'll give me the Xuan Wang Secret Treasury?"

The Xuan Wang Secret Treasury is too important to Qingxiao Sect.

If she can obtain it, her mission this descent would be considered complete, even earning great merit for the sect.

Yet she remained somewhat wary: "How do you want me to help? It won't be some unreasonable demand, will it?"

"Hmm, this…"

Jiang Feng touched his chin, contemplating before speaking.

"The best solution is dual cultivation."

"You still dare to say that!"

The moment those words left his mouth, Lin Qinghan's face flushed again!

She abruptly stepped back, brushed her right hand at her waist, a flash of silver light, and a crystal‑clear long sword appeared in her hand.

She gripped the sword with both hands, the tip pointing at Jiang Feng, her voice carrying a maiden's shameful anger and resolve.

"I thought you truly wanted to negotiate, but you kept being frivolous! Qingxiao Sect's rules cannot be desecrated; today I must punish you!"

The sword aura was fierce, tinged with faint Spiritual Energy ripples, showing that Lin Qinghan truly harbored murderous intent this time.

After all, dual cultivation in the Cultivation World is an extremely private matter, existing only between Dao partners.

Jiang Feng raised it again, which to her seemed a deliberate provocation.

"Wait! Can you let me finish!"

Jiang Feng, forced into a laugh‑cry, said, "My dual cultivation isn't the kind you think!"

Lin Qinghan still stared at him coldly.

Thus Jiang Feng could only explain helplessly: "I have a technique specifically for suppressing Kun Long; as long as I'm beside you while you cultivate, we can better suppress Kun Long."

Lin Qinghan's sword‑gripping hand halted, the sword tip's Spiritual Energy quivered slightly.

She stared blankly for a few seconds, then realized she had misunderstood again; her cheeks instantly flushed hot, even the roots of her ears turning red.

"I..."

Lin Qinghan awkwardly sheathed the long sword, the Spiritual Energy at her fingertips dissipated, and her voice lowered a few tones.

"Why didn't you make it clear earlier?"

"I only said two words before you drew your sword; I had no chance."

Jiang Feng spread his hands, a helpless expression on his face.

Lin Qinghan lowered her head even further.

"Then... how long would it take? I can't keep helping you forever."

"Any length of time works."

Jiang Feng smiled and said.

As long as you remain in Jiangcheng during this period, it's enough that I stay by your side while you cultivate. When you are about to leave Jiangcheng, I will give you the Sheepskin Scroll from the Xuan Wang Secret Treasury, and I will never go back on my word.

Lin Qinghan fell silent, the balance in her heart Gradually tipped.

She hesitated for a full half Minute, then slowly nodded.

"Fine, I accept. But I have conditions. While cultivating, you must stay three chi away from me, no approaching, and no tricks. If you dare do anything to me, or break the Promise, even if I forfeit the Xuan Wang Secret Treasury, I will not let you off the hook!"

Jiang Feng saw her agree, felt a sigh of relief, Laughter extending his hand: "A word is settled. I, Jiang Feng, never break a Promise, rest assured."

Lin Qinghan looked at his outstretched hand, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally lightly brushed his Fingers.

The moment the Fingers met, both instinctively recoiled, Lin Qinghan's cheeks reddened a few more shades, and she quickly turned her head away.

"Time is getting late, you… if you have nothing else, go back first. Tomorrow I will have someone contact you."

"Alright."

Jiang Feng stopped teasing her.

"Then I'll leave first; tomorrow I'll await your news."

After speaking, he turned and walked out of Xuanxie, and when he reached the doorway, he glanced back once.

Lin Qinghan remained Standing in place, back turned to him, her moon‑white robe glowing softly in the candlelight, even her silhouette exuding a hint of youthful maidenliness.

Jiang Feng couldn't help a Laughter, turned and left.

And in Xuanxie, after Lin Qinghan waited until Jiang Feng's figure completely vanished, she slowly turned, her cheeks still burning.

She picked up the Jade Pendant, the Fingers receiving a warm, mellow sensation, yet her mind was in disarray.

First Time descending the mountain, she encountered so many events, and even made a joint cultivation pact with a stranger; if the sect Elder learned of it, she wondered what punishment she would receive.

But thinking of the Xuan Wang Secret Treasury, she inhaled deeply again.

"For the sect, this little matter is nothing."

Moreover…

Lin Qinghan recalled Jiang Feng's playful grin, and suddenly felt that fellow wasn't quite so annoying.