Lin Zhenzhen frowned: "Am I too naive and kind, to the point that I seem a little easy to fool?"
"Or have you lost your mind and think I would agree to such a request?"
Shi Lili's eyes widened: "Lin Zhen, weren't you so smug just now? Why are you scared now?"
"Why are you yelling so loudly?" Lin Zhenzhen took two steps back in disgust. "You're old and your hearing is deteriorating, but I'm still young."
"We agreed that I would set the time and you would set the location, and only a few days have passed, and Peak Master has already lost his memory?"
Shi Lili sneered: "Heh, you set the time, but how am I supposed to know how long you'll drag it out?"
Yan Feichen interrupted their conversation: "Tomorrow."
Lin Zhenzhen turned her head in surprise and saw Yan Feichen looking confident and certain of victory.
Having received a satisfactory answer, Shi Lili finally left, leaving the bamboo house in a mess.
Lin Zhenzhen bent down, trying to lift the fallen door.
Yan Feichen stopped her: "It's alright, I'll fix it later."
“Your place is really quite basic, and the floor is uneven. I’ll have someone come and renovate it properly for you.”
"It's okay, I think it's fine." Yan Feichen lowered his head, his eyelids drooping, and he looked rather uninterested.
"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?" Lin Zhenzhen reached out and poked his cheek. "Making a sad face will cause wrinkles."
Yan Feichen suddenly grabbed her hand: "Master, do you really not recognize him?"
Lin Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment before she realized who Yan Feichen was talking about.
She blinked: "I don't know him."
Yan Feichen still wouldn't let go, his dark eyes staring straight at her, making Lin Zhenzhen feel inexplicably guilty.
Although she didn't actually know this Feng'er, given the original owner's personality, she might have really harassed him.
Yan Feichen keenly noticed the evasive look in her eyes, and after a moment of silence, he released her hand.
"Master, you don't need to coax me. I won't say anything more."
Lin Zhenzhen rubbed her wrist, thinking to herself: You don't say much to me.
His eyes looked like he wanted to drag that person from the back mountain out and tear him to pieces.
"You idiot, if I really had designs on that Feng guy, how could I be so rough as to stuff him in a sack and bring him back?"
Hearing her say that, Yan Feichen's expression improved slightly.
He curled the corners of his mouth into a smile: "I knew it, Master's judgment isn't that bad."
Having spent this time together, Lin Zhenzhen has thoroughly figured out Yan Feichen's temperament.
Just like soothing a large dog, as long as you stroke Yan Feichen's fur in time when he throws a tantrum, he will soon wag his tail and come close to you again.
Lin Zhenzhen laughed and said, "Alright, stop showing off. Your lips are practically curled up to the sky."
Yan Feichen's smile faded, and he said seriously, "Master, aren't you worried about tomorrow's duel?"
"I'm not worried."
It must be the mental cultivation manual I gave him that worked, allowing his cultivation to advance by leaps and bounds during this period.
It's an item obtained by exchanging rare buff cards, after all! It's only natural that it's highly effective.
Lin Zhenzhen asked expectantly, "How is it? Are you about to break through to the Golden Core stage?"
"Golden Core?" Yan Feichen's brows twitched, looking somewhat guilty. "I didn't expect Master to have such high expectations for me."
"Your disciple is foolish and has not yet broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage."
"ha?"
Lin Zhenzhen was stunned. Seeing the deep self-reproach in Yan Feichen's eyes, she realized what was happening.
"That's true. After I gave you that cultivation method, you entered the secret realm the next day and didn't have time to cultivate."
Lin Zhenzhen sat down and casually grabbed a green grape from the table and threw it into her mouth.
After chewing and swallowing, I realized that the person next to me wouldn't allow me to indulge my appetite too much.
"Master."
"Okay, okay, I know, I won't eat it." Lin Zhenzhen reluctantly put the grapes back in her hand.
He muttered to himself, "Even eating is being controlled. It seems that I, a centenarian, am getting more and more like a senile."
A soft laugh reached her ears, followed by a shadow overhead. A pleasant scent of herbs and trees wafted towards Lin Zhenzhen's nose.
Yan Feichen knelt on one knee, gently placing one hand under Lin Zhenzhen's knee, his head slightly raised, a faint smile on his face.
This pose looks a bit like a marriage proposal.
"Besides this, Master, is there anything else you want to say to me?"
Lin Zhenzhen tilted her head: "You want to ask me why I'm not in a hurry, right?"
Yan Feichen nodded slightly: "That's right."
Lin Zhenzhen narrowed her eyes, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes revealing a glimmer of light.
"Because I know you well enough."
Although Lin Zhenzhen always called Yan Feichen "little kid," she knew that he was mature and had clear goals, and would never be an impulsive person.
The fact that Yan Feichen accepted the challenge means that he already has a well-developed plan in mind, and that his chances of winning are over 90%.
"Come on, tell me your plan."
Yan Feichen moved his arm up a little, and his large hand completely enveloped Lin Zhenzhen's knee.
The intense heat seeped through her long dress and onto her skin, making it feel almost scalding.
No, it's hot.
Lin Zhenzhen looked down and was surprised to find that one of the legs of the bamboo chair under her bottom was faintly glowing red.
Upon closer inspection, one could see countless tiny fireflies climbing upwards, turning the once crisp bamboo and wood into charcoal.
Lin Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment, then looked up: "How did you do that?"
Yan Feichen turned his hand over, and a light brown, intricate pattern suddenly appeared in Lin Zhenzhen's field of vision.
"This is?"
"It's a modified version of the talisman. It doesn't need paper; it only needs a medium to work."
"That's amazing!" Lin Zhenzhen blinked. "Can any kind of talisman do this?"
"Yes. For now, I can apply all the talismans I know in this way." Yan Feichen smiled and added, "Thanks to my master's mental cultivation method, I suddenly understood."
Although Lin Zhenzhen didn't contribute much beyond flirting with the men, Yan Feichen still thoughtfully shared some of the credit with her.
Lin Zhenzhen also felt very pleased and smug.
"See if I'm a genius? I knew you'd be fine."
Yan Feichen leaned his head closer to Lin Zhenzhen's legs, a slight smile playing on his lips, looking like a bewitching male enchantress.
"My master understands me so well, yet I know so little about him. I seem to be a rather unworthy disciple..."
Lin Zhenzhen stretched out her finger and hooked his chin: "Then tell me, what makes someone a competent professional?"
Does that mean a disciple has to warm up the bed before he can be considered a qualified disciple?
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