Chapter 340: Chapter 340: Shangguan Yan’s Scheme_1
Qin Feng, holding the Nine Dragons Altar in one hand and embracing Shangguan Yan’s slender waist with the other, said with a chuckle, "Let’s go! Home!"
"Get your dirty hand off me!"
Shangguan Yan twisted her waist gently to free herself from Qin Feng’s grip and then said with a worried face, "You picked up a great bargain, quietly taking away this mud pot. We should have opened it somewhere secluded. Why did you insist on opening it in front of Wang Quezi? Aren’t you just asking for trouble?"
"We’ve settled the transaction; what does he want, trying to snatch the Nine Dragons Altar back? If anyone’s asking for trouble, it’s him, Wang Quezi! What about the Southern Faction? Is the Southern Faction so formidable that it overshadows the Loyal Sect?"
Qin Feng really didn’t know much about the origins of the Southern Faction, and his words elicited a cold laugh from Shangguan Yan.
"Heh!"
"Are you ’heh-ing’ me?"
"Yeah, I’m ’heh-ing’ you, you ignorant fool who keeps causing me trouble! The Loyal Sect is nothing compared to the Southern Faction, not even worth a fart!"
Shangguan Yan’s words piqued Qin Feng’s interest, and he asked with a grin, "From the way you’re talking, and that little expression of yours, it sounds like the Southern Faction is quite impressive, huh?"
"If you provoke the Southern Faction, you won’t even know how you die!" Shangguan Yan warned with a serious face.
"And how else could I die? I’d obviously be killed by you! If it wasn’t for you taking me to the Ghost Market at Medicine King Temple, would I have encountered Wang Quezi? If I hadn’t met him, would I have provoked the Southern Faction? So, if I die at the hands of the Southern Faction, it’s all your fault! When I become a ghost, I’ll climb through your windows every day, and onto your bed too."
"Dare to climb onto my bed? Do you believe I could kick you flying with one foot?"
"Kick me flying then, and I’ll climb back up!"
"Stop your nonsense here. The matter with Wang Quezi is not easy to settle, and the Southern Faction is indeed not easy to provoke. The Sect Leader of the Southern Faction, Feng Buhui, is one of Dragon Country’s four Great Grandmasters."
"Great Grandmaster? That’s a new term to me. What is a Great Grandmaster?" Qin Feng asked curiously.
"The highest rank for a Grandmaster is ninth rank, and only those at the ninth rank can be called Great Grandmasters. So, Great Grandmasters have no specific rank. Once one is above the ninth rank and the strength increases further, there’s no rank to measure that level, hence they are collectively called Great Grandmasters."
"Since that Feng Buhui is a Great Grandmaster above ninth rank, then surely he’s got some principles, right? Just based on Wang Quezi’s behavior just now, could Feng Buhui stand up for him?"
"Wang Quezi is just a small fry in the Southern Faction; forget about getting help, he can’t even see Feng Buhui’s face. However, that old fox Wang Quezi is no easy mark. While he can’t move Feng Buhui, he can certainly call on other experts from the Southern Faction."
"Could he get someone more powerful than Qiao Changyu?"
"Hard to say."
"Hard to say, then we’ll talk about it when he gets someone! Let’s not even talk about other experts, even if he did get Feng Buhui, it doesn’t mean I don’t stand a chance!"
"Keep bragging!"
"I’ll spare the bull, but the other word... maybe I can." Qin Feng lowered his eyes subconsciously and glanced at Shangguan Yan.
Shangguan Yan didn’t fully grasp Qin Feng’s words at first, but after catching his gaze, she immediately understood.
"You lecher, get lost!" she scolded irritably.
Although she was cursing with her mouth, her heart began to wander involuntarily.
But Shangguan Yan quickly stopped that train of thought.
This bratty Qin Feng, she definitely had to take him down, but she absolutely couldn’t give in to him so easily.
Men are pigs; the easier they get something, the less they appreciate it.
Therefore, Shangguan Yan was determined to make Qin Feng yearn, then have him propose to her. Only after agreeing to marry him and obtaining the marriage certificate would she allow that final step.
After sending Shangguan Yan back to Cauldron Medicine Pavilion, Qin Feng, holding the Nine Dragons Altar in one hand and steering the shared bicycle with the other, wobbled his way back home.
Just as he entered the gates of Rose Manor.
"Grandson! Grandson!"
The noisy chirping came from behind, who else could it be but Princess Huahua’s bird?
"Damn bird, if you keep calling me grandson, believe it or not, I’ll pluck all your feathers?"
"Big grandson, are you feeling bold? Daring to speak to Hua like that? You even threaten to pluck Hua’s feathers, I’ll pluck yours first."
Princess Huahua flapped her wings and landed on Qin Feng’s head, pecking at his hair with her beak.
Before she could peck a few times, Qin Feng hastily pleaded for mercy.
"Hua, I was wrong! Hua, I won’t dare anymore! Hua, please spare me! If you keep pecking like this, you’re going to turn me into a baldie."
"You rascal, you need to be taught a lesson. If I don’t straighten you out, you’ll never realize your mistakes!"
Princess Huahua stopped pecking Qin Feng’s head and fluttered instead onto his shoulder.
"So late and just getting back, where have you been messing around?"
"I haven’t been messing around."
"Haven’t been? Then where’s that woman’s fragrance on you coming from? And this lipstick mark on your face, where did that come from?"
At Princess Huahua’s words, Qin Feng hurriedly braked, bringing the shared bicycle to a halt. Then, he started inspecting himself in the convex mirror at the road’s bend.
