Chapter 160: Hate and Jealousy (3)

Hearing her question, Li Feng sneered inwardly, already guessing somewhat what this woman wanted.

’ Hmph, even if I am lustful. I still have my principles...’

Just as he was about to stand up and leave, a thought suddenly crossed his mind.

’ ....Wait. If I let Senior Sister know what intentions these people have toward her, maybe I can squeeze out a few more Favor Points...’

Thinking of this, he slowly sat back down, relaxed, and leaned against the chair.

Then, he smiled politely and even unscrupulously staring at her revealing chest.

"Yes... we have a rather close relationship."

At his words, Mu Qingyao’s smile deepened.

"By close...." she asked lightly, "....how close are we talking?

Li Feng paused for a bit, thinking of an answer, then decided to give a half-lie, half-truth.

" Not that much." he said calmly. " But she does rely on me to provide her with some pills."

Mu Qingyao eye brightened at once, as if his words had confirmed her suspicions.

She leaned slightly forward, her breasts drooping enticingly as her smile grew knowing instead of warm.

"Junior Brother Li...." she said softly, "you don’t have to be so guarded around me."

She looked him over calmly....only to realize he wasn’t guarding anything at all, his eyes glued to her chest, with desire written plainly across his face.

She sneered inwardly.

’Hah. Men. If it weren’t for your usefulness, I would have gouged your eyes out.’

Outwardly, she merely smiled, kind as ever.

"I’ve heard quite a bit about you. About your temperament....and about what you like."

Li Feng, who heard this, frowned slightly, but said nothing and simply watching her.

Seeing no response, Mu Qingyao chuckled.

"A man who isn’t shy about desire, yet still indulges in mortal pleasures..." Mu Qingyao said calmly. "....That kind of person doesn’t help others for no reason."

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

"So tell me," she asked, her tone casual, almost teasing, "have you ever thought about pushing Fen Ziyan down?"

The room seemed to fall silent.

Then, Li Feng laughed under his breath, shaking his head as if amused.

"Senior Sister jokes too much," he replied lightly. "I was merely helping Senior Sister Fen because I once admired her, nothing more."

Mu Qingyao’s smile didn’t fade.

"Oh? There’s no need to lie... I know you must have thought about it at least once.....about pushing that high-and-mighty princess beneath your crotch, right?"

Li Feng sighed inwardly when he heard this.

’...Nah. I just filled her with my seed this morning. What ’pushing down’ are you even talking about?’

Still, he maintained a righteous expression and firmly denied it.

Seeing his reaction, Mu Qingyao grew thoughtful.

She straightened, her voice lowering just a fraction.

"I’m only asking because..." she continued meaningfully, "....if such thoughts ever crossed your mind, then with just a bit of action, you could easily bring her down using her weaknesses."

Her words lingered in the air, like a devil whispering into a greedy human’s ear.

...If only she realized that the one she was facing wasn’t a greedy human at all, but a devil king himself.

Li Feng looked at her strangely.

’Does she really want to tempt me into forcing myself on Senior Sister ? But for what reason ?’

But still, no answer came to his mind after a moment’s thought.

He shook his head, then asked aloud, dropping any pretense,

"What exactly do you gain from all this? And what do you want me to do exactly ?"

Seeing that Li Feng was no longer pretending, Mu Qingyao smiled.

Then with a flick of her wrist, several faintly glowing stones appeared on the table between them.

Each one was smooth, translucent, with runes etched deep into its core.

"These are recording stones," she said plainly.

Li Feng raised an eyebrow.

"They’re simple to use," Mu Qingyao explained. "Channel a thread of spiritual qi into them, and they’ll record everything they perceive....images, sounds, even fluctuations of emotion."

Her fingers brushed lightly over the stones.

"I want you to use these," she said softly, "to record every... humiliating moment of Fen Ziyan."

She looked up at him, her eyes turning cold—almost strangely unhinged.....despite the smile still on her lips.

"Every scene where her pride shatters. Every moment she’s forced to lower her head. Every cry of hers. Bring all of it back to me."

Li Feng stared at the stones for a long moment before chuckling.

"Senior Sister really does think highly of me."

He leaned back slightly.

"So tell me," Li Feng asked casually, "what’s in it for me?"

Mu Qingyao didn’t hesitate.

Her lips curved upward, slow and deliberate.

"Of course, I will reward you handsomely....and with something you would definitely like," she said calmly.

"You may choose any one of the female disciples escorting you today."

Her gaze flicked briefly toward the door before returning to him.

"They will not dare refuse you," Mu Qingyao continued. "For one night, they will set aside cultivation and status... and let you use their bodies to indulge in mortal matters to your heart content."

She met his eyes directly.

"And just so you know," she added, "every one of them is a noble daughter who still has her chastity. I would say this is a very good deal... for you."

The room fell quiet once again.

Li Feng couldn’t help but notice .... how strangely obsessed this woman seemed with Fen Ziyan.

And seeing her current expression, he couldn’t help but murmur inwardly,

’This woman is crazy... Is this what a peak hater looks like? Scary...’

He glanced down at the recording stones again, then back at her, a faint but unmistakably interested smile tugging at his lips.

"...Senior Sister is indeed generous..."

Then he grinned lewdly, smiling like a perverted, and pointed straight at Mu Qingyao.

"But I want your body instead of theirs."

At his words, Mu Qingyao’s smile did not falter.

If anything, it curved a little higher, as though she had already anticipated this outcome.

After all, if one could taste a delicacy, why settle for something inferior?

And she had prepared for this possibility from the very beginning.

"You’re bold," Mu Qingyao said calmly, her tone neither offended nor surprised. " Bolder than most men I’ve met."

She did not retreat from his pointing finger.

Instead, she leaned back slightly, fingers resting on the armrest, composed and unhurried.

"But you misunderstand one thing, Junior Brother Li."

Her eyes sharpened, cold beneath the smile.

"My mortal body.....is not a reward."

She paused deliberately, letting the words sink in.

"It is a bargaining chip."

Then,

Mu Qingyao chuckled under her breath.

"If you truly want my body....then prove it."

Her gaze dropped briefly to the recording stones before returning to his face.

"Bring me what I want," Mu Qingyao continued. "Let me see Fen Ziyan’s pride crushed beyond repair."

Then, her smile turned thin as she lean forward.

"If you succeed," she added, "we can... renegotiate."

The meaning behind her words was unmistakable.

The room fell silent once more.

Li Feng leaned back in his chair, eyes gleaming as he looked between her and the stones.

"...Senior Sister really knows how to motivate people," he said with a low laugh.

But then — his hand reached forward and grasped her drooping, large breast.

"...!?"

Mu Qingyao couldn’t even react to his speed.

By the time she realized what had happened, one of her large white breast had already spilled out of her robe.

"Wow, so this is the breast of a noble daughter... tch tch... so soft, so tender."

Li Feng’s shameless voice rang out as he stood up.

"Consider that an advance payment."

With those words, he turned and left.

Meanwhile, Mu Qingyao, with one of her large breast still exposed, didn’t bother putting it back.

She stared coldly at Li Feng’s departing figure, as if looking at a dead man.

Since young, as a noble daughter of high status, she had never allowed any man to touch her body.

After all, it concerned both her and her family’s reputation.

Moreover, she had never been interested in those greedy, lustful men around her—men who always thought they stood above her and looked at her as if she were something to be claimed.

"Hmph... Li Feng." she murmured, a cruel smile slowly curling at the corner of her lips.

" You’d better bring back a result that satisfies me... otherwise, I won’t mind making you disappear. "

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Once outside, Li Feng was immediately confronted by a group of haughty female disciples.

"Oh? You’re done?"

One of them, the most curvaceous and striking of the group spoke with obvious disdain and her tone dripping with superiority.

Li Feng didn’t answer.

He simply walked toward them, a slow, deliberate stride.

" Hmph, I suppose you’re one of us now, working for—"

Before she could finish, Li Feng reached out and smacked her rear.

Smack!

The woman froze, dumbfounded, as her words caught in her throat.

Then Li Feng’s voice dropped to a crook, teasing and playful,

"Ha! That plump little peach of yours has been teasing me all day. And yes... it’s just as plump as I imagined."

He made a lewd grasping motion with his hand, grinning like a mischievous pervert.

"Y-You!"

The woman raised her hand, as if to strike him, but Li Feng’s grin only widened.

"Your senior sister entrusted me with some very important tasks," he said, his voice smooth and deliberately taunting. "If I’m... displeased, who knows? Maybe I’ll fail because of my mood~"

The surrounding women froze as fear flashed in their eyes.

They all knew just how terrifying and cruel Mu Qingyao could be, and as followers from minor noble families under the Mu Clan, they had no standing to challenge her....or him.

Gritting their teeth, they silently endured Li Feng’s provocation.

Li Feng’s smile deepened, satisfied.

"Good... good. You’re all such obedient juniors... haha."

He laughed lightly and began walking back toward his residence, leaving behind a trail of arrogant of his own.

Many pairs of furious, beautiful eyes followed him, burning with indignation, .... but none dared step forward.

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Night has come.

Li Feng, who was waiting inside his residence, currently calmly sipping tea when a flicker of interest crossed his eyes.

And behind him, at the corner of the room, a massive figure wrapped in a black cloak sat on the floor, holding a small book in its enormous hand as if reading.

Soon—

BAM!

Fen Ziyan burst through the door again, her excited and bright smile can be seen.

And Li Feng immediately sensed her aura rising once more.

’...She’s scary too,’ he thought.

Fen Ziyan, seeing him sitting on the bed, beamed.

"Junior brother! Come! It’s time for the rematch!"

With the door closed behind her, she rolled up her sleeves, looking ready to jump and pounce on Li Feng.

But unexpectedly, Li Feng raised a hand to stop her.

"Senior sister, we can do that later. I want to tell you something first."

Fen Ziyan froze for a moment, a little confused.

Then, Li Feng continued, calm and solemn,

"The thing is..."

He began to explain how a group of female disciples had suddenly approached him, asking him to meet their beautiful Senior Sister, who seemed to want him to record every humiliating moment inflicted upon her by him.

He recounted how he had righteously defended Fen Ziyan, and even risking himself just to obtain this information.

Even in the face of their disdain, cruel treatment and temptations, he refused to yield.

And as expected—

[Ding!]

[Congratulations, host, for gaining 100 Favor Points!]

Li Feng smiled at the sound, but then froze slightly as he heard Fen Ziyan next words.

"Really? Then what are we waiting for? Come! Let’s show that... that—"

Her words trailed off in a mix of rage and excitement, "—that bitch my humiliated moment!!"

"???"