Spirit Vessel

Chapter 1127: The Villain’s Return

Ximen Chuixiao’s fingers stopped as he frowned and said: “I am only playing the flute.”

“This is Bronze Cauldron, a forbidden ground. People don’t just come here for no reason.” The disciple from Sun Moon named Zhao Mingsong was at the sixth level of Heaven’s Mandate - a half-step giant eligible to become an elder.

His sword was next to Chuixiao’s neck at this point.

“You’re here to play the flute too?” He glared at Feng Feiyun.

“No, no, that’s not a hobby of mine.” Feiyun waved his hand and smiled: “I am just passing by. Given your uniform and merit law, you must be a disciple from Sun Moon.”

“You’re half right, I am not a disciple, I’m an elder.” Zhao Mingsong said proudly, clearly unsatisfied with being mistaken for a regular disciple.

He stared at the duo like a noble looking at lowly workers. Given his sect’s current prestige in Jin, he could do whatever he wanted.

“I am a friend of Miss Ye Siwan so I am also a friend of…” Feiyun slightly bowed to be polite.

However, Feiyun couldn’t finish before he was attacked.

“How dare you address the sect master by her name!” Mingsong sliced Feiyun’s neck but the latter didn’t try to dodge.

Instead of decapitating Feiyun, his sword bounced backward and his wrist nearly broke.

“Your neck…” He stared at his jagged sword and couldn’t believe it.

“She’s the sect master now? How unexpected. What about Liu Ruixin, is she married yet? What about your White Moon Messenger?” Feiyun didn’t mind the attack because he was busy reminiscing about past acquaintances.

Mingsong’s sword was a top-ranked spirit treasure made from precious metal. The guy must be a hidden master.

“You… you really know our sect master?” He didn’t dare to attack again.

Feiyun nodded in response.

“The previous White Moon Messenger has chosen to live reclusively, no longer caring about external affairs. The new messenger is Liu Ruixin.” Mingsong answered.

“The brat is the messenger now?” Feiyun said.

Suddenly, a chilling gust came from Bronze Mountain and added a layer of frost to the fluttering leaves.

A white beam flew out from one of the palaces and hovered above Feiyun’s head. This was a thin figure wearing a silver-trimmed blouse and a peony-patterned white skirt while being surrounded by a faint mist. She also had a considerable aura.

Her rosy lips were shiny and her eyebrows were perfectly shaped.

“Who are you, trespasser?” She asked with a domineering voice.

“Greetings, White Moon Messenger.” Mingsong got on one knee and placed his sword on the ground.

Feiyun looked up and saw a supreme beauty, no longer the young girl in the past. He stroked his chin and murmured: “Women do change after eighteen, I shouldn’t have let her go. A true beauty indeed.”

Others heard him and six cultivators from a distance attacked at the same time.

He waved his hand and dispelled the attacks without injuring them.

Songming couldn’t believe it - six giants couldn’t do a thing to this youth.

“Is this how you treat a guest? Looks like I have to kidnap your White Moon Messenger again.” Feiyun fixed the wrinkles on his robe and said.

Liu Ruixin finally got a good look at his face and became alarmed: “You, you’re still alive…”

“Why are you stammering? So excited to see me again? Don’t tell me that you had a secret crush on me…” Feiyun smiled.

“Not like this, the demon is about to cause trouble everywhere again…” She flew toward the horizon, wanting to escape.

However, a hand gently pressed down on her shoulder and she couldn’t stop it at all. She felt despair - unable to do anything despite being at the eighth level.

“Why are you running away, this hurts my feelings.” He whispered into her ears and glanced down at her fair cleavage: “A lot more mature and attractive now.”

She could feel the heat blowing in her ear. Due to his reputation, she trembled in fear. Even the princesses and consorts of Jin had illicit relationships with him.

She thought that he had died ten years ago. His return would cause quite a stir because rumor has it that he was the one who killed the heretical king.

“Villain, I am a married woman. If you do anything to me, I will form an alliance against you.” She gritted her teeth.

“Oh, that’s even better, I’ve been rather interested in married women recently. How about tonight…” He said while tracing his hand down her white neck.

Ximen Chuixiao watched from a distance and said: “And here I thought Brother Feng was a righteous and heroic man. Now, it seems that he’s… exactly the same as me. Why couldn’t we have met earlier, keke?”

Mingsong’s jaw nearly dropped to the ground. How could this man be so strong? Was he a villain too? Looks like the messenger had no chance of escaping.

“Okay, okay, I’m not married. Let me go because Senior Sister Ye is extremely strong, she’s in the Heaven’s Emergence realm already, you can’t beat her.” Ruixin felt like crying.

“So you’re not married, how boring.” Feiyun stopped touching her and acted like a scholar again.

“What a heavy taste.” Chuixiao praised.

Feiyun only wanted to tease her for a bit, not actually having any devious thoughts. He then traveled to one of the palaces, entering with a cool pose.

Ruixin didn’t expect to be let go so easily. Despite being afraid of Feiyun, she still ordered several beautiful maids to bring him tea and wine.

She hoped that he would be occupied with the maids and spare her.

“Ten years already, time flew by.” He didn’t care for the maids and only thought about his past in Jin.