Chapter 39: Jiang Yifeng Strikes in Secret, Xuan Yuan Qingya Seeks Help!
The information revealed through Lin Tian’s inner voice had further soured Xuan Yuan Qingya’s impression of Jiang Yifeng—so much so that it had already grown into a subtle loathing.
It wasn’t fair to say her attitude changed too quickly. In truth, ever since Jiang Yifeng’s sches were exposed by Shang Chan at the Zhao family banquet, Xuan Yuan Qingya had already begun to look down on him.
Now, learning that Jiang Yifeng harbored intentions toward so many won only deepened her revulsion.
This was a woman who held herself in the highest regard, with an intense ntal aversion to impurity.
Even in the original story, Xuan Yuan Qingya had never openly acknowledged, let alone interacted with, the other mbers of Jiang Yifeng’s harem.
…….
Hearing Xuan Yuan Qingya’s words, Jiang Yifeng froze on the spot.
No matter how much he tried to delude himself, it was now clear—Xuan Yuan Qingya was growing distant and clearly annoyed with him…
Jiang Yifeng simply couldn’t understand it!
In terms of appearance, he was undeniably handso—refined features, a tall and well-built physique.
Even though his Heavenly Sacred Body had yet to be fully unlocked, it already granted him enhanced charm. His good looks had a fatal allure to most won.
In terms of status, he was a major shareholder and the chairman of Fengchen Group, and also the successor to the dical Sage.
If he were to reveal his identity as the dical Sage’s heir, not just in this small city of Lichi, but across all of China, there would be few young n who could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with him.
The title “dical Sage” held trendous prestige within the borders of China!
As for cultivation, although he had grown up in the mountains, his master had never relaxed when it ca to teaching him etiquette. With countless ancient texts in the mountain library, Jiang Yifeng had carefully studied and morized them all.
From the perspective of cultural refinent, Jiang Yifeng firmly believed that among the younger generation, there was absolutely no one more knowledgeable than him.
Such a version of himself—if not perfect—should at least, in the eyes of most people, be an unattainable prodigy, right?
So why was Xuan Yuan Qingya so cold toward him?
Why?
Jiang Yifeng wasn’t soone prone to impatience. As the child of destiny in this world, all his achievents had been earned step by step through wisdom and relentless effort.
Looking back over the past twenty years, the hardships Jiang Yifeng endured in the mountains were unimaginable to those who lived comfortably in bustling cities.
Thus, Jiang Yifeng had absolute confidence in himself!
Because everything he possessed had been painstakingly earned through sweat and perseverance.
Yet now, his once boundless confidence was being shaken—he had barely descended the mountain, and already, he had suffered a crushing defeat…
Regarding the Zhao family, Jiang Yifeng had rely acted on a whim. Throughout the process, he had never even considered the possibility of exposing himself.
The conflict between the Bai family and the Zhao family, along with the internal strife within the Zhao family—what did any of that have to do with Jiang Yifeng?
Yet at the Zhao family’s ancestral ceremony, Shang Chan had ruthlessly thrust him into the center of the storm.
At that mont, Jiang Yifeng had been caught completely off guard, losing all face, to the point where he didn’t even have the heart to offer a few words of defense.
He also understood that in such a situation, explanations would be utterly useless. Given the connections he truly couldn’t deny, even if there were things he hadn’t done, who among the powerful families would bother to listen to his side?
Even so, despite being blindsided, Jiang Yifeng never lost his composure. He calmly handled the fallout, contacted the Star Group, and retreated unscathed.
This alone was enough to showcase Jiang Yifeng’s abilities.
However…
After arriving at the Xuan Yuan family, Jiang Yifeng realized that the favor his master had left him didn’t seem to be as effective as he had hoped.
At least when facing the breathtaking beauty that was Xuan Yuan Qingya, that so-called favor seed utterly worthless!
This woman was completely unyielding—neither soft nor hard tactics worked. No matter how many tis Jiang Yifeng tried to show kindness, he didn’t receive even the slightest response.
And now…
At this mont, Xuan Yuan Qingya had even refused to let him accompany her to pick out a gift. That finally pushed Jiang Yifeng over the edge.
Recalling all the humiliation he had endured over the past few days at the hands of the Zhao family, the Bai family, and now the Xuan Yuan family, a cold gleam surged in his eyes.
He decided—it was ti to use so unorthodox thods.
Stealthily, he curled his fingers into a strange mudra and then flicked them lightly toward Xuan Yuan Qingya.
A barely audible whisper echoed in Jiang Yifeng’s ears. He smiled faintly, nodded slightly, and said, “Alright then. Since Qingya doesn’t want to follow, I’ll just wait for you here.”
Just now, he had launched an ultra-fine golden filant, thinner than a strand of hair, into Xuan Yuan Qingya’s body. This was the fourth technique of the “Holy Nineteen Hands” from the Holy Sage’s lineage, known as “Graceful as a Frightened Swan.”
In the past, this particular technique was usually employed to delicately shatter internal stones within a patient’s body—far superior to any so-called “painless” dical treatnts.
But now, Jiang Yifeng had aid the golden filant at a concealed acupoint within Xuan Yuan Qingya’s body. While not harmful per se, once stimulated, that point would cause a woman to beco emotionally stirred, evoking a subtle sense of fluttering excitent from ti to ti.
What Jiang Yifeng had created was simply an illusion—an emotional trick to make Xuan Yuan Qingya feel as if she were falling for him whenever she saw him.
Just like two strangers riding a rollercoaster might misinterpret adrenaline for affection, this was the sa principle—only more refined. He made Xuan Yuan Qingya’s heart race directly!
As for whether that feeling was for him…
Well, of course. Who else was by Xuan Yuan Qingya’s side?
What Jiang Yifeng didn’t know, however, was that just a few stalls away, a young man who wasn’t particularly handso but radiated a calm, masculine strength was standing with his gaze lowered—and a trace of shock flickering in his eyes.
[Damn it… if I’m not mistaken, that gesture Jiang Yifeng just made—middle finger half-bent, index and ring fingers fully curled, pinky extended—was exactly how the original novel described the Fourth Hand of the ‘Holy Nineteen Hands’ technique: Graceful as a Frightened Swan!]
[Tch… and it looked like he just used it on Xuan Yuan Qingya. What the hell is this guy up to? If I recall correctly, Graceful as a Frightened Swan is ant to remotely shatter internal stones in a patient’s body, right? But judging by that bastard’s expression, this sure as hell wasn’t about treating her illness.]
[Shit, don’t tell … is he trying to force sothing on Xuan Yuan Qingya?!]
Lin Tian’s mind spun rapidly with suspicion.
He had been keeping a close eye on the two of them, and it was obvious that Xuan Yuan Qingya showed Jiang Yifeng nothing but cold indifference from beginning to end.
Naturally, his mind jumped to a possibility: maybe their relationship hadn’t followed the original storyline at all…
After repeated setbacks with Shang Chan, Zhao ngng, and Bai Bing’er, Lin Tian could already imagine that Jiang Yifeng was starting to get desperate.
Now that he had recognized Jiang Yifeng’s hand gesture, Lin Tian naturally suspected that Jiang Yifeng intended to force himself on her!
And as it turned out, he wasn’t wrong…
In fact, he was even underestimating just how desperate Jiang Yifeng had beco—these past two days had been nothing short of a nightmare for him!
…
By Jiang Yifeng’s side, Xuan Yuan Qingya suddenly heard Lin Tian’s inner voice in her ear.
And the mont she grasped what he was thinking, her expression shifted to one of shock and terror!
She never imagined that Jiang Yifeng would actually be planning to force himself on her.
Had he truly sunk so low, with not even a shred of decency left?
In her panic, Xuan Yuan Qingya didn’t even register that Lin Tian’s inner voice had only raised the possibility—his tone had been speculative.
But ever since she realized she could hear his true thoughts, she had never once questioned them—instinctively treating every word as undeniable truth.
Mainly, it was because this woman was incredibly perceptive—keenly attuned to others’ gazes and expressions—which made her deeply confident in her own judgnts.
She could read everything a person was thinking just from the look in their eyes.
In this context, it was only natural that Xuan Yuan Qingya placed great trust in Lin Tian, who could directly convey his inner voice to her!
It was like trusting the water that flows from a bucket to represent the contents inside—only now, she could see straight into the bucket itself. So how could she possibly doubt what she was seeing?
That ability to perceive truth was the foundation of Xuan Yuan Qingya’s pride and grace.
So the mont she heard Lin Tian’s inner voice, she chose to believe it without hesitation—and her first instinct was to cry for help.
But the very next mont, she forced herself to suppress that impulse.
From Lin Tian’s inner voice, Xuan yuan Qingya could tell he was extrely wary of Jiang Yifeng.
Under such circumstances, she didn’t want to drag Lin Tian into this.
It wasn’t about emotions—purely a matter of wanting to protect the secret that she could hear Lin Tian’s inner voice, and instinctively wanting to shield him because of that.
Xuan Yuan Qingya truly lived up to her status as a proud daughter of a powerful family.
Even after hearing of Jiang Yifeng’s vile intentions from Lin Tian’s thoughts, she managed to regain her composure within re seconds!
She looked at Jiang Yifeng beside her, her mind racing.
Right now, the most important thing is to keep him calm—no matter what, I can’t let myself fall into danger.
Next, I have to seek help from my mother imdiately…
And if Xue Xue is also his target, then I absolutely can’t go into the Xue Antique Shop. I won’t drag her into this misfortune!
And finally… that person—will he choose to help ?
Xuan Yuan Qingya casually glanced toward Lin Tian, but by then he was already crouched in front of the wiry old man’s stall.
She sighed inwardly and discreetly made a hand signal.
In the distance, two n dressed in black stiffened at the sight. After exchanging a glance, they imdiately pulled out a phone.
“Madam, the young lady just gave us a signal… yes, the danger signal. We’ll need you to co in person.”
On the other end, Xuan Yuan Xing paused for a brief mont before her voice ca through, calm and commanding, with an undeniable authority.
“Stay close to her. I’m on my way.”
…
Knowing that her mother would arrive soon after the signal, Xuan Yuan Qingya felt a little less panicked.
But when she turned her gaze back to Jiang Yifeng beside her, her eyes were filled with boundless fury and coldness.
She never would have thought that the old dical Sage—known for his life of righteousness—would have a successor this vile and repulsive.
Xuan Yuan Qingya composed herself and said calmly, “Forget it, I suddenly don’t feel like buying anything anymore. Let’s co back another ti… let’s go back—”
“Qingya? What are you doing here?”
Before she could finish her sentence, a soft and sweet voice filled with surprise sounded from behind her.
Xuan Yuan Qingya’s heart sank instantly as she turned around.
Xiao Xue… Why did you co out?
Standing before her was a young woman who appeared to be no more than eighteen or nineteen, dressed in a delicate white lace blouse and an elegant long skirt. Her hair was styled in the traditional twin buns often worn by unmarried girls in ancient tis. Her features were gentle and refined, with a delicate nose and lips like polished jade.
This girl, who wore no makeup yet still dazzled with her natural beauty and graceful figure, was none other than Xuan Yuan Qingya’s best friend—Xue Xue, the owner of the Xue Family Antique Shop.
Xue Xue blinked her large eyes, completely unaware that anything was wrong. She walked up, extending her slender, delicate hand—soft and fair like scallion stalks—and wrapped it around Xuan Yuan Qingya’s arm.
“Qingya, I thought I heard your voice just now. I ca out to check, and it really is you… Co on, co inside and sit for a while.”
“I…”
“Oh, co on, let’s go!”
Without giving her a chance to refuse, Xue Xue pulled Xuan Yuan Qingya into the Xue Family Antique Shop. Jiang Yifeng followed behind with a calm expression.
Another target that could help him unlock the Heavenly Sacred Body had just presented herself.
…
Diagonally across the street.
The wiry old man looked at Lin Tian with a guarded expression.
“Young man, you’ve been squatting here for a long while now. What are you doing? You’re not planning to steal Old Fan’s treasures, are you?”
Lin Tian’s mouth twitched.
“Grandpa, can you not let your imagination run wild? Hurry up and open your stall. If you wait any longer, it’ll be dark already!”
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