Chapter 116: Suppressing the Kun Long

The next morning, the wooden door of Ji Shi Tang was gently pushed open.

Jiang Feng looked up and saw the green‑cloth old woman who had shown the way at Hanjiang Zhuang yesterday standing at the doorway.

"Mr. Jiang."

The old woman spoke.

"My master asked me to deliver a message: tonight at the hour of You, she will wait for you at Hanjiang Zhuang; if it is convenient for you, you may keep the appointment on time."

Hua Jing jerked his head up, his eyes bulging round, staring fixedly at the old woman.

"You... are you Madam Mei?"

The old woman gave him a faint glance, neither nodding nor denying, but her gaze remained on Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng raised an eyebrow, looking at Hua Jing: "Do you know her?"

"More than just knowing!"

Hua Jing swallowed.

"Mr. Jiang, Madam Mei is a hidden‑world powerhouse of Jiangcheng; back then, no one in Jiangcheng didn't know her!"

He said this, then lowered his voice.

"Moreover, rumors say Madam Mei has a strange temperament; she never speaks easily except to those she approves of. Who exactly is her master?"

Jiang Feng nodded knowingly.

No wonder the depth of Qingxiao Sect; even Grandmaster‑level strongmen are merely servants.

The old woman said no more, gave a slight nod, turned and left Ji Shi Tang, and in an instant vanished at the end of the street.

Time passed quickly; before long it was evening.

Jiang Feng arrived on time at Binjiang Matou, and the Black Awning Boat from yesterday was already waiting at the shore.

He leapt onto the boat; the oarsman was still nowhere in sight, yet the vessel slowly set off, heading toward Jiang Xin Zhou.

Half an hour later, the Black Awning Boat docked.

Madam Mei was already waiting at the shore; seeing Jiang Feng disembark, she turned and led the way.

"Mr. Jiang, this way, please; the master is waiting for you in the main hall."

Jiang Feng followed behind her, walking along the familiar Green Stone Slab road inward.

Soon, the two arrived at the entrance of the main hall.

Madam Mei pushed the door open, bowed toward Inside and said, "Master, Mr. Jiang has arrived."

After speaking, she quietly stepped back and gently closed the door.

Inside the main hall, only two candlesticks were lit; the warm yellow flame flickered, illuminating the modest space.

Lin Qinghan stood by the window, wearing a moon‑white inner garment; her jet‑black long hair was unbound, casually draped over her shoulders.

She turned, her cheeks instantly flushing with a faint pink, her gaze a little evasive.

"You... you have come."

"Hmm, not late, right?"

Jiang Feng entered with a smile, his eyes scanning the main hall.

The hall had no superfluous furnishings, only a red‑wood table and a few chairs; a meditation cushion sat in the corner, clearly for cultivation.

Lin Qinghan shook her head, her fingers subconsciously twisting the hem of her light gauze.

"No... I practice here every hour of You; in the future, if it is convenient for you, just come at this time."

She spoke, then seemed to recall something, suddenly looking up at Jiang Feng, her eyes full of tension.

"By the way, during cultivation, I need you... first close your eyes; when I'm ready, I'll tell you to open them."

"Alright."

Jiang Feng did not hesitate and closed his eyes outright.

He could hear Lin Qinghan's footsteps sounding beside him.

After about half a minute, Jiang Feng felt a slight flux of air.

Soon after, a faint scent carrying a maiden's fragrance drifted over.

"It's ready... don't open your eyes."

Lin Qinghan's voice came from behind the gauze, with a barely perceptible tremor, "I'm about to begin."

Jiang Feng stayed still, focusing his mind on the surrounding changes.

Soon, an extremely faint chill spread out from behind the gauze.

It surged from all directions, penetrating his limbs and bones, even his blood seemed to slow a few beats.

At that moment, a violent tremor suddenly emanated near his dantian.

The dormant Kun Long, as if awakened by the chill, let out a deafening roar; a robust aura surged within, as if to break its seal.

But the moment it met the chill, it was like being doused with cold water; the roar instantly weakened, yet it kept struggling, trying to dispel the uncomfortable aura.

"Hm?"

Jiang Feng's brows twitched slightly, subconsciously wanting to open his eyes to see the situation.

"Do not open your eyes!"

Lin Qinghan's voice came immediately, tinged with shameful anger and tension.

"You... don't move recklessly; this is the supreme Yin spiritual energy emitted by my constitution, it helps you suppress the Kun Long, so quickly circulate your cultivation method!"

Jiang Feng was stunned for a moment, then recovered.

This chill must be the supreme Yin spiritual energy emitted by Lin Qinghan's constitution.

He no longer hesitated, instantly reciting the mantra in his mind; the inner force in his dantian began to circulate according to the method's pathway.

As the method operated, Jiang Feng's Divine Sea gradually became clear.

It was a grayish, misty space, with a massive black dragon coiled in the center—Kun Long.

Its whole body was jet black, its scales glimmering with a cold sheen, a pair of scarlet eyes fixed intently on the surroundings, and from its mouth it continuously spewed black gusts of air, trying to break free from the Divine Sea's shackles.

At that moment, countless faint green threads of cold Spiritual Energy pierced in from beyond the Divine Sea, like fine ice needles, gently landing on the black dragon's body.

The black dragon jolted violently, letting out an even more ferocious roar, attempting to swipe the threads away with its claws, but the threads seemed alive, coiling around its limbs and torso, the icy sensation slowing its movements ever more.

"Is this the effect of the Cold Spiritual Energy?"

Jiang Feng was secretly startled in his heart,

In the past, only the Golden Light Shield formed by his technique could temporarily suppress Kun Long.

But this time, with the aid of the cold Spiritual Energy, as soon as the Golden Light Shield formed, it intertwined with the cold threads, creating an even denser net that firmly trapped the black dragon.

Kun Long's struggle grew weaker, the black gusts were gradually devoured by the cold Spiritual Energy and the Golden Light Shield, its scarlet eyes filled with resentment, yet it could no longer break free.

Jiang Feng could clearly feel Kun Long's aura waning bit by bit, and his previously restless inner force became steady.

"I didn't expect the effect to be this good."

Jiang Feng exhaled, continued to circulate his technique, trying to keep this suppression state longer.

Behind the sheer curtain, Lin Qinghan sat cross‑legged on a meditation mat, her inner garment already tinged a faint green by Spiritual Energy.

She could clearly feel her Cold Spiritual Energy continuously flowing toward Jiang Feng, as if drawn by something.

And the Kun Long aura emanating from Jiang Feng's body, though domineering, was tightly restrained by her Spiritual Energy.

Her cheeks remained flushed; when she had just removed her outer robe and pulled the sheer curtain, she was so nervous her palms sweated. At her age, it was still her first time doing something so intimate in front of an unfamiliar man.

The main hall was quiet, with only the two of them's steady breaths.

The candle flame flickered, casting the curtain's shadow on the wall, gently swaying like a moving painting.

Jiang Feng could feel Kun Long being suppressed ever deeper, and even vaguely sensed his own inner force seemed a few degrees richer than before.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Qinghan's voice came again, tinged with fatigue;

"Today... let's stop here, the Spiritual Energy consumption is a bit high."

Jiang Feng halted his technique, slowly opened his eyes.

The sheer curtain had been drawn back, and Lin Qinghan slipped back into her earlier moon‑white robe, though her complexion was a bit pale, clearly from excessive Spiritual Energy use.

Seeing Jiang Feng open his eyes, she quickly turned her head away, her voice a little hoarse.

"You... how do you feel? Is Kun Long still suppressed?"

"The effect is far better than I imagined."

Jiang Feng said sincerely, "Thank you, Lin, fellow cultivator."

It was his first time calling her by name, with no teasing, only sincere gratitude.

Lin Qinghan's cheeks reddened again, whispering, "No need to thank me... this is what we agreed upon, don't forget the Xuan Wang Secret Treasury."

Jiang Feng thought for a moment, then tossed the Sheepskin Scroll to Lin Qinghan.

Lin Qinghan was startled.

"You gave it to me so quickly?"