I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God

Chapter 69

In front of the martial arts hall.

Zhong Qing punched again and again. After learning from Yi Feng for so long, he had also learned a lot. When he punched, gusts of wind swirled around him.

While next to him, Ao Qing lay sprawled on the ground, watching boredly.

Tsk. This little boy's punches are far worse than master's.

But since you feed me every day, I'll refrain from mocking you.

Just then, a charming figure walked up to the martial arts hall entrance.

It was the demoness Yao Ling'er, specially dressed up. Her exquisite features, seductive figure, and the fragrance trailing behind her made pedestrians' eyes pop out.

Yet Yao Ling'er didn't even glance at them, her gaze fixed on the martial arts hall ahead.

She took a deep breath, looking very nervous,

Because she wanted to get acquainted with Yi Feng in advance by inspecting his martial arts hall up close.

After all, there was the covetous Mao Yun'er to contend with.

Though confident she surpassed Mao Yun'er in both strength and beauty, she still felt uneasy, unsure of Yi Feng's preferences.

So she came early, hoping to gain an advantage.

Finally at the entrance, looking at the resonating stone below and drying cloth hanging on the side, she had mixed feelings but didn't dare act rashly. She called out softly, "Is anyone there?"

Inside, Zhong Qing practicing his punches heard her and hurried out, saying politely, "Who are you looking for?"

"Hello, little brother. I'm looking for Mr. Yi," Yao Ling'er said charmingly.

"I'm afraid Master isn't here. Please come back another day!" Zhong Qing said apologetically.

"Not here?"

Yao Ling'er frowned, then asked, "Could you tell me where your master went?"

"Well..."

Zhong Qing looked embarrassed.

"Just tell me, okay?"

Yao Ling'er blinked coquettishly at Zhong Qing. Her voice carried a hint of flirtation.

Zhong Qing's mind shook. Powerless before Yao Ling'er's beauty, his flushed face stammered incoherently before he finally said haltingly, "Master went to Yihong Brothel to play mahjong with the ladies."

"Yihong Brothel?"

Yao Ling'er's eyes flashed, seemingly hearing incredulous news. She quickly asked again, "Then little brother, could you tell me what playing mahjong means?"

"That is...that is..."

Zhong Qing looked very embarrassed as he said awkwardly, "It means the affairs between men and women!"

"Oh!"

Yao Ling'er nodded sagely, smiling at Zhong Qing. "Little brother, I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable. Thank you for today. I'll introduce you to a girl someday."

Zhong Qing immediately blushed crimson, but still said, "Let's talk about that later. You should go back first. I still have to practice boxing."

Seeing Zhong Qing's reaction, Yao Ling'er's eyes glinted.

Like master, like disciple!

"Alright, I won't disturb your practice. Go back and train. I'm leaving now," Yao Ling'er said gently.

Zhong Qing nodded and returned inside.

Watching Zhong Qing go back in, the corners of Yao Ling'er's lips rose slightly. Though she didn't meet Yi Feng, she had obtained crucial information.

She had worried that someone of Yi Feng's level might have transcended carnal desires.

After all, he could have cast them aside at his realm. But the news indicated that this gentlemanly master wasn't so upright after all.

This would make her task much easier.

Delighted, she turned to leave the martial arts hall, but took only two steps before halting. Her gaze fell upon the Swift Cloak drying nearby.

After hesitating, she gritted her teeth and took the cloak into her hands.

"Woof!"

At the same time, Ao Qing resting inside the hall howled.

Zhong Qing frowned. He grabbed the longsword Yi Feng had gifted him and rushed out.

The moment he exited, he saw Yao Ling'er pilfering the cloak.

"You dare steal!"

Anger colored Zhong Qing's face as he shouted, "You looked so beautiful, yet you're capable of this!"

Yao Ling'er's expression changed, also not expecting Zhong Qing to catch her red-handed. But she stayed calm, turning charming as she said, "Little brother, how about I give this cloth to you and introduce you to a girl like I promised?"

"I'm telling you to put down the cloth," Zhong Qing righteously commanded. "It may be just a cloth, but I see through you now. I don't need you to introduce any girl either."

"Little brother, aren't you being unfun?" Yao Ling'er persisted with her smile.

But Zhong Qing was immune to her act now. Drawing his longsword, his small body shot forth in an arc towards Yao Ling'er.

"Hmph!"

"Such sloppy skills yet you dare attack me?"

Yao Ling'er disdained.

But in the next moment, an absolute pressure weighed down on her.

What? This sword is...