"Woo woo..."
"When will this end?"
In the dim stairwell, a centipede wailed in its heart.
Recently,
It had really started to doubt life.
The shocks and terrors that this martial arts academy had brought upon it were constantly breaking its limits. If this kept up, it feared it may never escape this stairwell crack in its lifetime.
"Woo woo..."
As it cried in sorrow, it was suddenly startled as a huge white hand reached to grab it.
Sensing the danger, the Night Wind Centipede instinctively bit out.
"Crack!"
But it was as if it had bitten into steel. The hand didn't even flinch, while its own biting pincers snapped with a crunch.
"Ah!"
"My pincers!"
The Night Wind Centipede roared angrily inside, but in the next moment, it was grabbed up by the hand.
The skeleton sat on the stairs, fiddling with the centipede in his hand. He dangled it in the air while not forgetting to flick its belly with his fingers.
"Qing, do you think centipedes have genders?"
The skeleton couldn't help asking the dog beside him. As he spoke, his fingers couldn't help flicking the centipede again.
"They should have genders!"
Ao Qing replied uncertainly.
"Alas, you said I, Skeleton, was an amazing skeleton, but I can't play with women and have fallen to playing with centipedes. It's really hard being a pennyless skeleton!" The skeleton shook his head with a hopeless expression.
"Brother, it's all my fault, I'm to blame."
Seeing his brother so hopeless, the dog Ao Qing immediately spoke regretfully.
"Forget it, why mention this stuff, it's all fate!"
The skeleton sighed deeply.
"Brother, don't lose heart. You're so handsome and carefree, romantic and unparalleled across the universe. An immortal come to earth, able to topple countries and cities. Fish sink and geese fall, with an intimate bond. Sitting in a well gazing at the sky, green mountains and clear waters, and also the number one scumbag in the world after Master. You'll definitely have money in the future!" Ao Qing cheered him on.
"Qing, cultured people really are different. Your praises come one after another, it really is pleasant talking to you!"
The skeleton placed his palm on Ao Qing's shoulder, as if recalling something and asked: "But what you said earlier, I roughly know is praising me, but explain clearly to your brother, what does that last 'scumbag' mean?"
"I don't know where it came from either. I've just heard those few working in the fields often say Master is a scumbag. It should be a word of praise, like 'handsome' and the like." The dog scratched his head, explaining roughly.
"I see, I like this name." The skeleton said, satisfied, "I've decided, from now on I'll be called Scumbag Skeleton!"
"Congratulations, brother!"
The dog consoled, "So brother, we have capital, no need to worry about money, right? At worst we can just find another place to make money?"
"Good!"
"Well said!"
The skeleton slapped his thigh and stood up, "Qing, your words have restored my confidence. Let's go make money again."
"Yes, keep making money, go for it!"
The dog raised his paw encouragingly.
For a time, the skeleton and dog were full of hope for the future. With a slap of hands, they took a gold coin and headed out.
And that centipede, Skeleton also unconsciously took it with him when he left.
Watching as the two left the martial arts academy, Yi Feng lying on the recliner glanced at them, but didn't stop them.
It was nice to have some peace and quiet.
"Sir, are you there?"
At that moment, a familiar voice sounded from the door.
Yi Feng got up and walked outside, smiling slightly, "So it's you, what brings you here today?"
"I came specifically to visit you today, Sir." The visitor was none other than Yun Xianque. At the same time, she was also holding an exquisite box in her hands.
"You're too polite, please come in and sit."
Yi Feng smiled and welcomed her in.
Even though this was her second time coming to this martial arts academy, the sight of treasures everywhere still made Yun Xianque gasp in admiration.
After sitting and chatting for a while, Yun Xianque respectfully stood up and said, "Sir, last time you mentioned your guqin string broke, so I went back and found this strand of Swan Journey Silk. This Swan Journey Silk may not compare to the Tian Chan Silk that Lady Book, Qin, Painting mentioned, and I don't even know if Sir will look kindly upon it, but this is my sincere intention, and I hope Sir can accept it."
As she spoke, she respectfully held out the box in her hands.
But in her heart she was extremely nervous, afraid that Yi Feng would look down on this Swan Journey Silk. So for this action, she had steeled herself completely.
Because even though Swan Journey Silk was not bad, it was only mid-grade. For someone of Yi Feng's caliber, even trash would probably be better than mid-grade items.
But even so, this was still the best guqin string material she could find in such a short time.
It had even taken a huge amount of Wind and Cloud Valley's resources.
But in Yun Xianque's eyes, it was still worth it.
She didn't even expect to gain any great opportunity from Yi Feng. As long as she could make Yi Feng feel kindly towards them, it would be hugely worthwhile!
"Oh?"
Yi Feng was slightly surprised.
He also didn't expect this girl to be so thoughtful, not only keeping his previous words in mind, but even personally delivering it over.
So Yi Feng was greatly moved. No matter if this silk was good or bad, the girl had already shown such sincerity, so Yi Feng had no reason to reject her.
"Miss Yun is really too polite. I'll accept your thoughtful gift." Yi Feng also didn't stand on ceremony, and accepted the box she handed over.
"Really, Sir?"
"Sir doesn't despise it, that's so great!"
Seeing that Yi Feng didn't look down on her gift at all, Yun Xianque was overjoyed, instantly crying out in pleasant surprise, as happy as a child.
This girl...
Could it be she's taken a liking to me?
Her actions reminded him of a former dorm mate's behavior when courting his goddess. When the goddess accepted his gift, he had also been like this, no two ways about it.
He couldn't help turning his head to glance at his reflection in the mirror.
Hmm!
I am rather handsome.
"Thank you Sir, I'll take my leave first." Yun Xianque's face was flushed red with joy. Happily, she bid Yi Feng farewell, and was about to skip off merrily.
"Wait a moment."
Seeing the girl's manner, Yi Feng somehow felt a bit pressured.
"Does Sir have anything else?" Yun Xianque couldn't help asking.
"Last time when you came, you also seemed to quite like painting and calligraphy. I happen to have a fine work here, I'll give it to you."
As he spoke, Yi Feng turned and took a painting from the room.
Because in Yi Feng's eyes, regardless if this girl actually liked him or not, returning the courtesy was still the right thing to do.
Seeing the painting in Yi Feng's hands, Yun Xianque covered her red lips with both hands, staring with wide eyes full of disbelief.
She had never imagined that she would gain anything from Yi Feng this time. She hadn't expected Yi Feng to be so gracious.
She understood what this painting from Yi Feng represented.
A heaven-toppling opportunity!
"Thank you Sir."
In that moment, Yun Xianque was so moved that tears streamed down her face. She bowed deeply to Yi Feng and solemnly accepted the painting with both hands before taking her leave.
After sending Yun Xianque off, Yi Feng opened the box and inspected the Swan Journey Silk inside.
Beyond Yi Feng's expectations, this thing really wasn't bad as a guqin string.
So Yi Feng hurriedly took out his guitar and swapped the strings himself.
Also at this time,
Two more figures appeared at the entrance of the martial arts academy.
It was Xue Qinzhu, the Sect Master of the Demon Sound Sect, and Book, Qin, Painting with a complex expression on her face.

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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

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end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia