"Miss, let’s go! Better for such a waste to be dead, so you don’t have to worry about him!" Han Xiaoying’s maid pouted and persuaded.
"No, I must take care of him! Inside the Evil Spirit Valley, extremely fierce Evil Spirits roam, even more terrifying than fierce ghosts. Even True Disciple Qin Gang, after entering the valley, has not come out for many days, and I’m afraid the odds are against him!"
"Chu Feng has no sword meridians, and his strength is very weak. Entering the Evil Spirit Valley means certain death!"
Han Xiaoying was resolute, her gaze ice-cold as she stared at Steward Mu Kun.
"Even if it’s an order from Elder Yang, I must intervene. You can let anyone else enter the Evil Spirit Valley, but not Chu Feng. I will see Elder Zhuang immediately and ask her to plead on our behalf, to exchange him for someone else to investigate the valley."
The Elder Zhuang Han Xiaoying mentioned was also the only female Elder of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.
If it were any other Advanced Level Disciple, seeing an Elder of the sect would be extremely difficult.
But Han Xiaoying’s words seemed very casual, as if it was just a trivial matter.
Chu Feng noticed keenly that while other disciples, even a Steward wishing to see an Elder, would certainly say ’request to see’, Han Xiaoying did not put it so politely.
It was like seeing a very familiar acquaintance.
"Han Xiaoying, don’t forget who you are, you are just a Registered Disciple of Elder Zhuang. I’m afraid you don’t have the clout to trouble Elder Zhuang with such trifles," Steward Mu Kun said with a dark expression, coldly rebuking her.
Chu Feng had a moment of realization, understanding just how formidable Han Xiaoying was.
She was a Registered Disciple of an Elder.
Although not as illustrious as Shangguan Bei, she still stood out among her fellow Advanced Level Disciples, with a status that was quite esteemed.
"Then just wait and see if Elder Zhuang will care about it!" Han Xiaoying appeared very confident.
Having said that, Han Xiaoying turned and prepared to seek Elder Zhuang’s intervention.
In his heart, Chu Feng couldn’t help feeling touched. He knew very well that Han Xiaoying’s attempt to ask Elder Zhuang to substitute someone else was not as easy as she claimed.
Her display at this moment was also just to overwhelm the opponent with her aura.
"Why are you trying so hard to help Chu Feng? What is your relationship with him?" Steward Mu Kun’s face was dark and filled with resentment.
He had guaranteed Elder Yang that this time he would definitely get rid of Chu Feng.
Otherwise, Elder Yang would not have compromised his dignity to approve that mission letter.
If someone foiled his plan, Steward Mu Kun might not be able to answer to Elder Yang.
Han Xiaoying looked up at Chu Feng, her beautiful eyes showing a rare tenderness, and a hint of shyness.
Her voice was not loud, but it was firm and carried a shy tone.
Chu Feng’s body shook violently, his heart stirred; at this moment, he was deeply moved. True feelings are shown in times of adversity.
Han Xiaoying did not know that Chu Feng was the reincarnation of the Alchemy Venerate, nor did she know of his great abilities. In her mind, Chu Feng was just a waste with no sword meridians.
That is to say, her effort to help Chu Feng was without any expectation of reward, in spite of confronting Elder Yang.
It was purely because of the verbally agreed betrothal that had long been forgotten by others.
Unexpectedly, she had always remembered that betrothal, and at this critical moment, she declared it publicly, showing she had never thought of reneging on it.
Only the shyness of a young woman and the opposition of the elders of the Han Family prevented her from expressing her thoughts openly.
Even misunderstood by everyone, she never made any explanations.
She kept this matter from the public and did not express her stance, probably also to protect Chu Feng. At that time, Chu Feng had not yet attained the status of a disciple of Ten Thousand Sword Sect, and the Sword King Mansion had long since fallen into decline.
Back then, Chu Feng was simply too weak.
Any of her pursuers could easily trample him underfoot.
"You... you say I’m your fiancé?" Chu Feng could hardly believe his ears.
"Yes, I was in the past, I am now, and I will be in the future... Of course, you may become my true husband in the future!" Han Xiaoying admitted Chu Feng’s identity seriously, though with embarrassment.
Because she knew Chu Feng always felt inferior, she had to give him courage and motivation.
"But... I do not possess sword meridians, my status is low, I simply do not match up to you..." Chu Feng looked intently at her, as if trying to see right into her heart, to clarify her true feelings.
Chu Feng had really been frightened by women.
Chang’e, Lin Yuxin... These women, every single one of them, had turned their backs on him mercilessly, causing great harm to Chu Feng.
Once bitten, twice shy.
This made him very guarded against any woman.
Whether it was the mysterious Black-clothed woman with whom he had an intimate relationship, or the newly subdued Li Shishi. As for Han Xiaoying in front of him, there’s even less to say. They were always unfamiliar with each other, having almost no interaction.
In this world, the only women Chu Feng could totally trust were his elder sister-in-law Miss Qiao and his second sister Chu Yun.
Because they were Chu Feng’s relatives and cared for him immensely.
"I don’t care how others see you, nor do I care about your status, strength, or talent. Since the verbal marriage pact made by our parents years ago, you are my man. And you will be the only man in my life!"
Her tone was more serious than ever before, and it carried her usual coldness.
Chu Feng was deeply moved once again.
With the life experience and perception from living for thousands of years, he could tell that Han Xiaoying’s words came straight from the heart, every word and every sentence.
Moreover, she had no reason to deceive him. Because she didn’t even know Chu Feng’s abilities.
"Xiao Ying, thank you for your deep affection for me! But I cannot accept it!" Chu Feng too was earnest and serious in his reply.
Steward Mu Kun, who had been listening in on the side, when he found out Han Xiaoying was actually Chu Feng’s fiancée, felt shock as well as deep jealousy. It was outrageous; such a waste actually had such great fortune.
Steward Mu Kun could hardly wait to be in Chu Feng’s place.
Who knew that Chu Feng, this blockhead, this fool, would actually not accept.
"Haha, Han Xiaoying, you heard that, right? Chu Feng simply does not accept. I feel sorry for you. Isn’t this just unrequited love?"
"You’d better leave. There’s no need to worry about this matter here. Why do you still care about the life or death of Chu Feng, who is both trash and stupid? Isn’t this just asking for trouble?"
Steward Mu Kun laughed wildly, never having felt as happy as he did at this moment.
Chu Feng was really too stupid.
"You... you scoundrel, my young lady humbled herself, disregarding the shyness and dignity of a woman, personally admitting that she is your fiancée. You... you actually refuse?"
Han Xiaoying’s Maid was so angry that she shivered, her eyebrows inverted, and she drew her sword to kill Chu Feng.
"Lu’er, stop! Do not show disrespect to the Young master!" Han Xiaoying hurriedly intervened.
Even though Chu Feng did not accept, she continued to acknowledge his status as her fiancé. It is indeed rare to see a girl as determined, as foolish as she is in this world.