Villain: Fairy, please offer your loyalty

"Hey, isn't this the legendary Dr. Lin? Making empty promises to naive girls again? Yesterday it was 'the one destined for you,' today it's 'the meridian master'?"

"Gu Fan! Shut up!"

Lin Feng got furious the moment he saw Gu Fan.

"I was discussing cultivation with Freya, what would someone as materialistic as you know!"

Freya wrinkled her little nose and stood protectively in front of Lin Feng.

"Hey, you in the red car, don't think you can insult people just because you have money. The technique Lin Feng taught me was very useful!"

"it works?"

Gu Fan scoffed, not even glancing at Lin Feng, and casually pulled a beige object from his storage ring, tossing it to Freya like trash.

"I saw you were practicing quite hard yesterday, and I happened to have a set of yoga training clothes that I wasn't using in my ring, so I'll give them to you."

Freya took it instinctively.

It feels cool and silky to the touch, and as light as a feather.

But that's not the point. The point is the energy emanating from these clothes!

"This...this is a double immortal robe inscribed with both a 'gravity array' and a 'spiritual energy gathering array'?!"

Freya knows her stuff.

"Training while wearing it will increase efficiency by at least several dozen times!"

This is a priceless treasure that even barbarian royalty couldn't obtain!

"How about it? Better than that smooth-talking 'miracle doctor,' right?"

Gu Fan said lazily, "I have plenty of these. If you like, I'll have someone send a whole box over another day so you can wear a different one every day."

"A...a whole box?!"

Freya looked at the precious garment in her hand, then at Lin Feng beside her who looked completely bewildered. The little bit of "comradeship" she had just built up was now crumbling.

"Thank you, boss! You're so generous!"

Without a second thought, Freya immediately bowed to Gu Fan while holding the clothes.

joke!

Can dignity put food on the table?

Can it increase cultivation speed by dozens of times?

Lin Feng stood there, watching Freya's changing expression and hearing her crisp "Boss," feeling as if his heart had been hit hard by a sledgehammer again.

"Click..."

That was the sound of a genius's heart breaking.

"Let's go, Ling'er."

Gu Fan stepped on the gas, and the car sped away.

Before leaving, he glanced at Chu Xuan'er not far away.

"Still playing in the mud with your broken sword?"

Gu Fan's voice drifted over on the wind.

"Your sister had a great time last night, she's almost wearing her wedding dress. You just keep clinging to your pride and wait to be left out."

Chu Xuan'er stood under the shade of a tree, the ancient sword she never parted from seemed rather heavy at this moment.

"My sister had a lot of fun last night..."

Gu Fan's flippant remark pierced her heart.

If it were before, she would have definitely drawn her sword and cut off that lecher's tongue.

But now, what lingers in his mind is Chu Ling'er wearing that expensive and exquisite black dress, sitting in that mechanical creation that even sword cultivators would admire, laughing carefree.

That was genuine happiness.

There are no sect rules to bind them.

There is no need to suppress one's true nature for the sake of so-called "sword heart enlightenment".

Am I... really envious?

Chu Xuan'er looked down at her faded blue Taoist robe and touched the rough hilt of her sword.

Eighteen is the age when people love to look good.

While the other female cultivators were discussing which family had the best rouge and which had the newest dresses, she, besides facing her sword every day, was also cultivating, and that…

She subconsciously looked at Lin Feng, who was not far away.

"Junior Sister Xuan'er!"

Seeing that Gu Fan had left, Lin Feng immediately straightened his collar, which had been ruffled by the exhaust fumes.

He tried hard to project the dignified air of a senior disciple, but his greasy face made it impossible for him to be serious.

"Don't listen to Gu Fan's nonsense!"

"Ling'er is young and naive, and she was deceived by that spoiled brat's sweet talk. Once she gets tired of it, she will naturally understand that only the pure cultivation path of our Ghost Valley lineage is the right way."

Lin Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his tone full of that suffocatingly paternalistic lecturing.

"Besides, look at that Gu Fan. He acts extravagantly, always wearing gold and silver. He doesn't look like a cultivator at all! This kind of person is destined not to go far!"

"We sword cultivators value rigorous training. We must be able to endure loneliness and maintain a simple life..."

"Poor?"

Chu Xuan'er suddenly interrupted him.

She raised her head, and for the first time, her usually calm and aloof eyes showed a flicker of emotion.

"Senior brother, is your so-called poverty such that you have to spend ages calculating how much you can buy Ling'er a candied hawthorn? Is it such that on my eighteenth birthday, all I received was a broken stone you picked up in the back mountain?"

Lin Feng's expression froze, and his face turned somewhat embarrassed.

"That...that's a whetstone! Although it looks ordinary, it contains the energy of Geng metal, which is rare..."

"That's just a broken rock."

Chu Xuan'er looked at him coldly, her tone completely flat.

"Also, stop using sword cultivation as an excuse. Sword cultivation is about cultivating the heart, not about being poor."

After saying that, she didn't even look at Lin Feng's stiff expression, and turned to leave with her sword in her arms.

"Hey? Junior Sister! Xuan'er! Where are you going? I haven't finished speaking yet!"

"Practicing swordsmanship."

Do not disturb.

Only four cold, hard words drifted back.

Lin Feng's outstretched hand hovered in mid-air, his lips twitching several times.

Inverted!

Everything's been turned upside down!

The little Ling'er who used to obey her every word has run away, and now even her usually aloof and arrogant junior sister Xuan'er dares to talk back to her?

It's all Gu Fan's fault!

It must have been his nonsensical words that shook his junior sister's originally firm Dao heart!

"Damn it! Just wait until I get first place in the freshman competition, then I'll show you who the real genius is!"

Lin Feng spat angrily, feeling a burning anger inside with nowhere to vent it.

A "gurgling" sound came from the side.

Turning her head, she saw Freya patting her flat yet firm stomach, saying casually:

"Hey, Lin Feng! The fight's over, shouldn't we go eat? I'm starving!"

Lin Feng's eyes lit up.

Oh, and there's this barbarian princess!

Although she's not very bright and her skin isn't fair enough, her figure is absolutely amazing!

If you can win her over, she might become a great asset to you at the academy.

"Ahem, that's natural."

Lin Feng immediately put on a gentle and refined smile.

"Come on, it's my treat today. I'll take you to try the food at the Holy Path Academy. I've heard that their 'Spiritual Food Pavilion' is very famous."

"Spirit Food Pavilion? Doesn't that require a lot of credits or spirit stones?"

Freya looked at him suspiciously: "You have money?"

Lin Feng smiled confidently and patted his chest.

"Although Mr. Lin is not wealthy, he can still afford to treat a beautiful woman to a meal."

"Besides, for us cultivators, money is just an external thing. Even with simple meals, as long as we have a detached mindset, we can still savor the full spectrum of life."

That was a perfect display of swagger.

Although Freya didn't understand the concept of the ups and downs of life, since someone was treating her to a big meal, he must be a good brother.

"Okay! That's straightforward! I like your unpretentious nature!"

Freya slapped her thigh, put her arm around Lin Feng's shoulder, and headed towards the cafeteria.

The two had their arms around each other's shoulders, looking quite intimate.

Lin Feng was overjoyed.

See that? Xuan'er, Ling'er, you don't know its value, but plenty of others do!

This is what they call "when one door closes, another opens!"

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