Chapter 127

Chapter 127: They are my enemies

Feng He Yun was still grumbling, trying to prop up his “big Senior Brother” presence.

The next moment, Shen Sang Ruo’s aura burst out. The air in the room jumped several degrees. A Fire spiritual root was nice; even anger could take shape.

Eyes wide, Feng He Yun watched a ball of fire fly at him.

With Lu Shi Qing on his back, he was already slow. He failed to dodge and got blasted straight out the door.

Her strike was precise, avoiding every piece of furniture inside.

Honestly, even without Lu Shi Qing as his burden, the two of them together were still no match for Shen Sang Ruo.

A big hole burned through the front of Feng He Yun’s robe, and the flesh beneath was charred and ugly.

He toppled backward, and the Lu Shi Qing on his back became a human cushion. Hit again, Lu Shi Qing almost spit blood.

Ignoring his own pain, Feng He Yun stared at Shen Sang Ruo in disbelief. Over a rag?

His face screamed that he found her impossible.

She walked up slowly, looking down at him from above, the cold in her eyes like it could swallow him whole.

“A rag?” Shen Sang Ruo laughed coldly and said: “You think your bond with me matters? Even if you add your lives together, they are not worth half of this handkerchief.”

Hearing that, shock gave way to burning anger in Feng He Yun’s chest.

Lu Shi Qing’s eyes were already full of jealous rage. The Gu insects in him worked like the Seven Emotions Gu. Those were driven by feelings; these were driven by emotions too. Veins rose on his forehead. He was close to losing control.

He roared again with all his strength: “Who gave you that handkerchief?!”

“What does that have to do with you?” Shen Sang Ruo answered lightly, her tone mocking and cold.

Her calm words only made Lu Shi Qing look even more like a madman.

Feng He Yun didn’t care who gave it. In his eyes, even if the emperor himself gave it, that handkerchief still had to make way for them.

“You’re too much!” Feng He Yun shouted. “What do you mean our lives can’t compare to a rag? Shen Sang Ruo, are you crazy?!”

He drew his Lifebound Spirit Sword and took a fighting stance. “If you keep attacking, I’ll say it right here. Don’t blame me for ignoring our old Senior Brother and sister ties!”

Shen Sang Ruo only said: “The ones who have been crazy all along are you.”

The Luan Feather Fan was already in her hand. She did not back down an inch and clearly meant to push this to the end.

“Darn it, you really are crazy!” Feng He Yun snapped.

He had barely finished when Shen Sang Ruo’s next attack came flying.

He’d only been bluffing. He didn’t want to fight her for real, mainly because he couldn’t win.

But now he could only grit his teeth and meet her head on.

Shen Sang Ruo purposely drew the fight toward open ground, doing her best not to damage nearby homes.

After a few exchanges, Feng He Yun was clearly losing.

Maybe it was the many new wounds, but his chest felt unbearably tight.

Seeing her strikes grow harsher, he leaped back to open some distance.

[Fine. I owe her this.] He told himself, [take it as paying back that slap from back then]. He didn’t want to argue anymore and yelled: “I’ll apologize to your handkerchief, all right?”

The gap in cultivation was one problem; his fading will to fight was another. Now he looked a wreck. His robe hung in rags, hair a mess, gloom between his brows, like a frost-hit eggplant. He was downright miserable, nothing like Master Ling Xiao’s once proud and high-handed chief disciple.

Seeing he had paid enough, Shen Sang Ruo lowered the Luan Feather Fan she was about to swing and told him: “Louder.”

By now the rain had nearly stopped. The noise drew the villagers, who gathered to watch.

He cared a lot about saving face, and Shen Sang Ruo made him apologize to a handkerchief in front of everyone. That was real humiliation.

Under so many eyes, Feng He Yun’s face turned the color of pig liver. He stood frozen, the look he gave Shen Sang Ruo asking why she was so hard-hearted.

Shen Sang Ruo lifted the fan again, clearly saying that if he refused, she would keep going.

Shame and anger churned in Feng He Yun’s chest, mixed with a nameless irritation.

In the end he still apologized, a bit sulky: “I, Feng He Yun, solemnly apologize to your handkerchief. Happy now?”

Shen Sang Ruo only put away the Luan Feather Fan. She didn’t say another word and didn’t spare Feng He Yun a single extra look.

With the fight over, the villagers finally dared to come closer and ask questions.

A villager who knew Shen Sang Ruo stepped to her side. He was also the host who had given rooms to her and the two men. He asked carefully: “Miss Shen, what happened? I thought you knew them.”

How did things turn into a big fight in the blink of an eye?

Before she could answer, Feng He Yun curled his lip and said sourly: “We wouldn’t dare claim we know her. The one who is ‘close’ to her is that handkerchief.”

Shen Sang Ruo still didn’t look at him. She answered the host instead: “We know each other, but they are my enemies.”

That one line broke the sulky act Feng He Yun was holding together. He yelled: “What nonsense are you talking about?!”

“We are clearly…”

Senior Brother and sister? Fellow disciples? But Shen Sang Ruo had long left Thunder-Scale Peak, and her Flying Cloud Sect disciple status had been revoked.

Feng He Yun searched his head for a proper term and found none, which only made him feel more blocked up. At last he blurted, “Anyway, we’re not enemies. Don’t listen to her nonsense. She’s just throwing a tantrum. In truth, we…”

He grabbed the host and rattled on, explaining their relationship and insisting they were on good terms. He simply could not accept that Shen Sang Ruo had cut them off, much less that so-called enemy talk. It sounded absurd to him.

While he babbled, Shen Sang Ruo left a high grade spirit stone as a “field fee” for the damage and walked away.

By the time Feng He Yun came back to himself, she was already gone.

“Wait, where is Shen Sang Ruo?”

He wanted to chase her, but his injuries and the already unconscious Lu Shi Qing, who had fainted from the emotional shock, forced him to slow down and rest in the village.

He let out a long, helpless sigh.

Who would have thought that after finally running into Shen Sang Ruo, it would end like this?