Chapter 361

Xie Zhiyun had offended someone and been taken away by someone; Lin Meng had a vague guess in her heart, but she didn't intend to look into it, simply pretending Xie Zhiyun had never come.

The van carrying Xie Zhiyun sped all the way to the suburbs, where a group surrounded her, the leading man staring coldly at Xie Zhiyun.

"Miss Xie, we are acting on General Manager Ye's orders to take you away from the Hillside Villa; we hope you understand that is not a place you can approach."

Even if Xie Zhiyun were stupid, she should know this: it's Ye Chenjing's meaning, that he could go this far for Lin Meng, proving he has utterly no chance left—no opportunity to approach Lin Meng to question her, or even to ask her to speak a good word for him.

"Don't worry, Miss Xie; as long as you behave yourself, we won't make things difficult for you. General Manager Ye has a message for us to deliver to you."

"General Manager Ye said that although you haven't done anything illegal in private, you've used plenty of shady little tricks; if you continue to misbehave, he doesn't mind exposing all your affairs, and then not only will the entertainment industry have no place for you, but even the whole of Jing Shi will have nowhere for you to stay."

Xie Zhiyun's legs trembled, her whole body shivering from the cold.

Ye Chenjing was warning her.

"Miss Xie, behave yourself; the Ye Family will always keep an eye on you, and if you ever do anything harmful to others, they will never let you off."

The next day, Xie Zhiyun left Jing Shi.

The Ye Family was not someone she could afford to offend; Ye Chenjing didn't deal with her directly not because he still felt any pity, but because he wanted her from now on to live with her tail between her legs.

Lin Meng neither knew nor cared about this matter.

To Lin Meng, Xie Zhiyun was at most a fly that occasionally buzzed.

After a few more days, Lin Meng cultivated by day and flew in the sky by night; whenever she thought of it, she contacted Ye Fan and Ye Heng, who were now progressing step by step, each growing stronger.

As for Ye Xiu's side, Lin Meng made another trip to the strange world these past few days, handing the Nine-Eyed Heavenly Pearl to Bai Shen so he could continue helping to collect souls.

After finishing, she thought of going to visit Ye Heng, but Team Captain Wu said Ye Xiu had entered closed-door cultivation, so Lin Meng could only return.

Several days of peaceful life, Lin Meng enjoyed it.

That day, Qin Feng showed up at the door, and upon meeting he launched into a tirade.

"I heard that Cheng Feng said you have more martial talent than I do? I won't accept that, so today I came to spar with you."

Lin Meng thought, this rebellious old uncle is just willful and tasteless; at his age, he immediately wants to trade blows with this twenty-something young lady, and saying it out loud wouldn't even be embarrassing.

Lin Meng let out a light laugh and said:

"Uncle, maybe we should just forget it; your leg injury has just healed, don't end up breaking it again."

Qin Feng's eyes widened, and he slicked back his waxed pompadour.

"Hey, I don't like hearing that; you little slip of a girl look so light and airy, I could blow you away with just a breath."

Lin Meng: "..."

Seeing Qin Feng insist on a fight, Lin Meng had no choice but to go along.

"Alright then, come with me; we'll spar right away, but I'll say this first: if you really get hurt, don't blame me."

Qin Feng didn't agree; he even thought to himself, this smelly little brat is just a fragile girl; when we spar later, I'll have to hold back my strength, lest I really hurt her.

Lin Meng led Qin Feng all the way to the second basement level, where the imposing top-tier blast door instantly made Qin Feng's face drain of color.

"Holy shit, how did you install a vault door in your own basement? Are you hiding a man in there?"

Lin Meng rubbed her forehead and shook her head; sometimes she really wanted to pry open the old uncle's skull to see what brand of paste was stuffed inside.

She said irritably:

"Didn't you say you wanted to spar? I'm bringing you to my training room; we'll spar here."

Upon hearing that, Qin Feng's eyes widened again, and he suddenly felt he didn't recognize this woman before him.

Who would decently build a dedicated training room at home and lock it with the highest-grade vault door?

Most importantly, hasn't Lin Meng studied martial arts before?

Qin Feng swallowed, suddenly realizing he actually didn't understand Lin Meng at all.

Lin Meng glanced back at Qin Feng, the corner of her mouth twitching as something stirred in her eyes.

These past few days she had figured it out: solo cultivation is too boring; she wants to revive spiritual energy and put the 'universal cultivation' project on the agenda as soon as possible.

Ye Chenjing has already begun testing the Aperture-Opening Pill; the results are excellent so far, and the Aperture-Opening Pill can be promoted.

It's also time for the people around her to be exposed to something different.

Ye Chenjing is the first; next up is the old uncle—who let him come rushing over looking for a beating?

Lin Meng opened the vault door with ease, let Qin Feng in, and then shut it tightly.

Qin Feng instinctively felt a chill on his back and a tingling scalp; turning around, he saw the blast door shut, which he couldn't open, and he swallowed nervously.

"You little brat, why did you shut the door so tight? Hurry up and open it—I'm old and I hate feeling stuffy."

Lin Meng gave a half-smile, half-grimace, and cracked her knuckles.

"It's fine, uncle; this is a high-end training room, and I've installed two fresh-air systems."

Qin Feng's heart gave an inexplicable jolt; he had a vague feeling that something was off.

"Well, maybe we should leave the door open; you're an adult woman now, and when we're alone together you need to learn to avoid suspicion, right?"

Lin Meng: "It's fine, I don't mind; I'm mainly afraid you'll run away."

"Ah?" Qin Feng's bad premonition deepened, his handsome hairstyle suddenly drooped.

Seeing this, Lin Meng burst out laughing with a puff, and stopped teasing Fifth Lord Qin.

"Alright, before we spar, don't you want to first take a look at my training room?"

Qin Feng came to his senses, pretended to be calm while looking around, and suddenly his gaze was drawn to this place.

The training room's layout is actually quite simple: aside from the main practice floor occupying the largest area in the center, there is just a set of tables and chairs, with a tea set, some banknotes, and assorted odds and ends placed on top.

Besides that, there is a futon for sitting meditation, and… an egg.

Qin Feng's gaze was drawn to that egg.

He slowly stepped forward, the distance to the beast egg shrinking; suddenly Qin Feng halted his steps, not moving closer, but kept his feet in a staggered stance, motionless.

Just then, as he took that step, Qin Feng clearly felt the air around him change—it turned cool and refreshing, yet invigorating.

In short, it was a strange feeling, as if that step wasn't just moving forward a bit, but rather crossing from one world into another.

In Lin Meng's view, Qin Feng was currently at the edge of the Spirit Gathering Formation, half of his body outside it, his front foot already stepping inside.

Seeing Qin Feng's expression, Lin Meng guessed that he had sensed something.

Although mortals don't understand spiritual energy, they can still distinguish it with their senses.

Places abundant with spiritual energy give people a feeling of being refreshed and enlightened, a sense of openness and clarity.

Qin Feng must be one of those sensitive people; he felt it instantly.

"Uncle, why aren't you leaving?"

Lin Meng wanted to see what changes would occur once Qin Feng fully entered the Spirit Gathering Formation.

Who would have thought Qin Feng wouldn't dare to leave.

Although curiosity is curiosity, Qin Feng is still inherently cautious.

He couldn't help but say:

"You little brat, this egg couldn't be a trap, could it?"