Chapter 125: These Women Don't Talk About Martial Virtue!

Jiang Feng, this is my Master, the Qingxiao Sect sect master Lan Jue Shitai.

Lin Qinghan stepped forward, clasped her hands in front of her, her posture so reverent it was almost restrained.

"Master, he is Jiang Feng, he helped me before…"

"No need to say more."

Lan Jue Shitai raised her hand to cut her off, her cold gaze falling on Jiang Feng like two sharp knives, as if about to dissect him.

"You are the one who made Qinghan linger in the mortal world at such cost?"

Jiang Feng's heart suddenly lurched.

Lan Jue?

He seemed to have heard that Dao title somewhere before!

He furrowed his brows, memories flashing rapidly in his mind.

Suddenly he recalled something Master Xuan Yuan Zhenren had said when he was a child.

"Feng'er, when you go down the mountain and meet a woman with the Dao title Lan Jue, be sure not to reveal your lineage, and never clash with her. That woman's temper is as fierce as fire; she has held a grudge against her master for decades over trivial matters. If she learns you are my disciple, she will likely take it out on you, causing a great calamity! Remember, remember!"

So the woman before him was precisely the Lan Jue that Master had specifically warned him to avoid!

Jiang Feng's back instantly broke into a cold sweat, yet his exterior remained composed, he gave a slight nod with great respect.

"I have met Lan Jue Shitai. Lin Daoist and I are just friends; she helped me suppress the hidden danger inside me. I gave her the Xuan Wang Secret Treasury; it was a fair trade, not a deliberate lingering."

"Fair trade?"

Lan Jue Shitai let out a cold laugh, stepped forward, and a powerful aura instantly spread outward.

Carrying the sharpness unique to cultivators, the night breeze by the river seemed frozen by this aura, and even the river water sprouted fine shards of ice.

She fixed her gaze on Jiang Feng's dantian, her eyes sharp.

"The aura within you does not resemble that of a mortal martial artist; it seems to conceal something. Tell me, whose lineage are you? Which sect's disciple are you?"

Jiang Feng felt a tightening in his heart, his tone calm yet unquestionable.

"I have no lineage; I'm a self‑taught rogue, having learned some shallow techniques from a few old books. The hidden danger inside me stems from an accident in childhood, nothing special."

"Self‑taught?"

Lan Jue Shitai clearly did not believe him, her brows furrowing even tighter.

Just as she was about to press further, Lin Qinghan hurriedly spoke.

"Master, Jiang Feng is telling the truth! He truly has no sect…"

"Qinghan!"

Lan Jue Shitai snapped her head around, the severity in her eyes instantly silencing Qinghan, whose cheeks turned pale.

"When does a Qingxiao Sect disciple need to argue on behalf of a mortal? The Xuan Wang Secret Treasury has already been sent back to the sect; you have done what you were supposed to, you should not be further entangled with mortals."

She said this without looking at Jiang Feng, speaking coldly to Lin Qinghan.

"Come with me. The sect still has urgent matters; we cannot delay."

Lin Qinghan looked at Jiang Feng, her eyes full of reluctance.

Her lips moved as if to speak, but under Lan Jue Shitai's stare she could only nod lightly.

"Yes, Master."

She stepped in front of Jiang Feng, her voice pressed low, tinged with a hint of choking.

"Jiang Feng, I... I'm leaving. If you ever have a chance to go to Penglai, perhaps... perhaps you could see me."

Jiang Feng looked at her reddened eyes, feeling an inexplicable sourness in his heart, yet he still smiled.

"Take care on the road. If the Qingxiao Sect needs anything, or if you encounter trouble, you can contact me; I will certainly help with whatever I can."

Lan Jue Shitai, seeing them still talking, grew even more solemn, raised her hand to seize Lin Qinghan's wrist, and turned toward the small boat by the river.

It was a jet‑black small boat, with two female disciples in teal battle attire standing at the prow.

Seeing Lan Jue approach, they immediately bowed in salute.

Lin Qinghan, being pulled by her Master, still glanced back at Jiang Feng, the reluctance in her eyes nearly spilling over.

The instant Lin Qinghan's foot touched the boat, Jiang Feng suddenly heard a chilling voice at his ear, as if resonating directly in his mind, bearing a bone‑piercing threat.

"Mortal, recognize your identity. The Qingxiao Sect is not for you to cling to, and Qinghan is someone you should not keep in mind. From now on you are not allowed to approach her, not allowed to contact her; if I find out you still dare to be entangled with her, you cannot withstand the Qingxiao Sect's methods."

It is a secret transmission!

Jiang Feng's pupils contracted sharply; Lan Jue Shitai could actually perform a secret transmission!

But he has never been one to fear threats; instead he lifted his head and waved forcefully at the boat already sailing away from the shore.

"Qinghan, if I ever have the chance, I will definitely visit the Qingxiao Sect as a guest; then I hope to see you!"

On the boat, Lin Qinghan's eyes lit up at those words, and just as she was about to respond, Lan Jue Shitai pressed her shoulder.

Lan Jue Shitai's expression turned completely cold, a flash of murderous intent passing through her eyes.

This mortal boy actually dared to ignore her warning and even boasted of going to the Qingxiao Sect!

She calmly raised her right hand, a faint black spiritual energy shimmering at her fingertips, and while Lin Qinghan and the two female disciples were distracted, she gently pushed toward Jiang Feng's direction.

This is the Qingxiao Sect's supreme technique, Jue Yin Palm; its palm force is bone‑chilling, able to silently infiltrate a person's meridians, causing the victim to die violently after a few hours, leaving no trace.

She intends to make this ignorant boy pay the price for his arrogance!

Jiang Feng was watching the boat drift away when he suddenly felt a chilling aura rush straight toward his chest, moving so fast he couldn't dodge.

Not good! These women don't care about martial virtue!

He instinctively activated his technique, a Golden Light Shield instantly forming inside his body, but the chilling aura pierced the shield like a needle, drilling into his meridians, spreading along his vessels toward his dantian. Wherever it passed, the meridians seemed frozen, sending a piercing pain.

He abruptly clutched his chest, his body trembling slightly, his complexion turning pale in an instant, yet he forced himself not to utter a sound.

Lan Jue Shitai saw Jiang Feng's slight movement and knew she had succeeded; a barely perceptible cold smile curled at the corner of her mouth.

Foolish creature, this Jue Yin Palm cannot be undone; just wait to die slowly in pain.

She withdrew her hand and said coldly to the female Disciple rowing the boat.

"Row faster, return to the sect."

The small boat accelerated, soon becoming a tiny black dot on the river surface, completely vanishing into the night.

Only when the boat's silhouette disappeared completely did Jiang Feng lose control, a mouthful of black blood spurted from his Mouth and dripped onto the Green Stone Slab by the riverbank.

He staggered back a few steps, leaning against the nearby willow trunk, the pain in his chest intensifying, the cold Yin aura in his Meridians like countless ice needles, piercing him almost to the point of fainting.

He knew he couldn't hold on much longer, so he quickly took out his phone, his Trembling fingers dialing Su Xueyan's number.

The call connected swiftly, and Su Xueyan's voice carried a hint of doubt.

"Jiang Feng? It's so late, what's the matter?"

"Xue Yan!"

Jiang Feng's voice was hoarse to the point of being barely audible, the pain in his chest making it hard to breathe.

"Come quickly... Riverbank Wharf... pick me up..."

After saying that, he could no longer hold on; darkness flashed before his eyes, and he completely lost consciousness.