What the hell are you

However, in the face of Peng Ying's pressure, Yao Ling'er was completely unmoved, and even revealed a mocking look.

"You..."

"Why are you unharmed?"

Peng Ying's expression changed. She asked in disbelief, not knowing why Yao Ling'er's calmness suddenly made her feel uncertain. Could there be something wrong with her own cultivation?

But no, she could strongly feel her own "terrifying" cultivation!

"Why would I be harmed?"

Yao Ling'er raised the corners of her lips and smiled.

"Then why aren't you afraid of me?" Peng Ying said rather anxiously: "I'm a cultivator, why aren't you afraid of me as an ordinary person? Aren't you afraid that I would kill you?"

"So what if you're a cultivator?" Yao Ling'er said disdainfully: "Go on then, kill me!"

It was a blatant provocation.

Peng Ying's expression grew gloomy. Yao Ling'er's audacity made her increasingly uncertain. But the more so, the stronger her hatred towards Yao Ling'er grew.

Because this questioned the authority of her as a cultivator!

"Die!"

In her fury, Peng Ying waved her long sword and stabbed straight towards Yao Ling'er without any embellishment.

The onlooking crowd was shocked by this sudden turn of events, and had already mourned for Yao Ling'er in their hearts.

"Ding!"

But to everyone's surprise, accompanied by the sword's vibration, Peng Ying's long sword flew out of her hand, before falling into the river.

"What?"

Everyone revealed looks of disbelief.

Because they hadn't even seen what had happened before Peng Ying's sword had fallen into the river.

Peng Ying's face was ashen, looking at Yao Ling'er in horror.

The onlookers didn't see clearly, but as the person involved she knew very well that Yao Ling'er had just lightly flicked her sword with a finger, and the resulting force made her unable to keep hold of it. That force even now made her arm feel numb.

"You... you... you..."

Looking at Yao Ling'er, Peng Ying's face turned deathly pale as she instinctively retreated backwards.

"What's with your 'yous'?"

Yao Ling'er narrowed her eyes as she slowly stepped towards Peng Ying. She said in a low voice, "What gives you, a mere 9th level martial artist, the arrogance to be so rampant?"

As her voice fell, an invisible pressure quietly emanated from Yao Ling'er and enveloped Peng Ying.

Peng Ying retreated in fear. She could keenly feel this pressure, and terror swiftly spread through her heart. Her previous arrogance had vanished without a trace, leaving only thick fear.

She also couldn't understand why Yao Ling'er, a cultivated immortal, would treat Yi Feng, an ant, with such respect and even became his fan, calling him 'Master'!

"Do you think you, a 9th level martial artist, are qualified to call yourself a cultivator?" Yao Ling'er mercilessly pressed the question, her words piercing Peng Ying's heart.

"Are you qualified?"

Peng Ying's expression was ugly as she kept silent.

"I'm asking you a question!"

Yao Ling'er demanded.

As her voice fell, a slap landed on Peng Ying's face.

"You..."

"What about you?"

Another slap hit Peng Ying's face as the voice fell, and she continued to press, "Speak! With such meager cultivation, do you think you're qualified to call yourself a cultivator?"

"No..."

Peng Ying mumbled equivocally, her expression full of unwillingness.

"No what?"

Yao Ling'er still pressed the question, slapping Peng Ying again at the same time.

In an instant, Peng Ying's face was slapped red and swollen like a pig's head. Tears of grievance rolled down her eyes.

And this scene also left Yi Feng and the others present dumbstruck.

This woman is too fierce!

Seeing Yao Ling'er about to slap again, Peng Ying said with tears flowing, "No, I'm not worthy..."

"Humph, then scram!"

Yao Ling'er uttered a disdainful cold laugh, directly slapping Peng Ying again.

"Ah!"

With a miserable cry, Peng Ying's body tumbled mid-air before heavily crashing into the river.

Without even glancing at Peng Ying again, Yao Ling'er turned and looked at Yi Feng. Her expression had become charming and gentle.

"Greetings, Master."

She said softly, giving Yi Feng a slight bow.

"Thank you for your help, miss." Yi Feng replied gently.

"You're too kind, Master." Yao Ling'er said softly: "I'm afraid Master still doesn't know who I am. I am..."

However, she had just spoken halfway when Yi Feng smiled and interrupted, "No need for such trouble, we've met before."

"Met before?"

Hearing this, Yao Ling'er's body trembled.

She was stunned in place, unable to utter a word for a time. Could it be that he already knew her identity?

Had he already seen through her previous disguise?

Unwillingly, cold sweat broke out all over Yao Ling'er's body!

Thinking of this, she quickly explained, "Master, I'm really sorry about before, I did that because..."

"No need to explain, it's no big deal."

Yi Feng waved his hand with a smile and said. He had indeed seen Yao Ling'er before. After all, he had seen her pretending to stumble in front of him.

The reason he didn't help her up was because he didn't recognize her. Suddenly acting like that, an unknown beautiful woman must be up to something!

But now it seems he had wrongly suspected her. Turns out she was his fan.

Fans adoring their idol and using some feminine wiles to attract his attention wasn't too much. Seeing her anxious and embarrassed look, Yi Feng timely interrupted her.

Women were shy after all. Better to see through without saying it.

Though these damned looks and talent of mine...

Hearing Yi Feng's words, Yao Ling'er unconsciously wiped the sweat from her forehead and heaved a sigh of relief.

In her heart, she also laughed bitterly.

Turns out he had known her identity all along.

What made her feel relieved was that he didn't seem to care much about her identity. This man's mind was truly unfathomable!

But on second thought, she could find the reason. In his eyes, the Xuanwu Sect was just a minor sect, so he naturally didn't take it to heart.

But hopefully he hadn't seen through her purpose as well!

Thinking of this, Yao Ling'er felt somewhat shy, and also a little nervous in her heart.

"And thank you too, miss Mao." Yi Feng helped up Mao Yun'er beside him and said gently.

"Thank you, Master."

Feeling Yi Feng's arm strength, Mao Yun'er lowered her head as her pretty face flushed red.

"It's nothing much, I should be the one thanking you two instead. Oh right, to express my thanks, let me treat you two to dinner tonight!" Yi Feng said gently.

Hearing this, the two women's faces immediately lit up as they quickly agreed.

This scene was simply envy-inducing, drawing countless jealous and hateful gazes.

After this incident, Yi Feng had lost interest in this poetry meeting. Feeling complicated, he took one last look at Peng Ying still in the river. Yi Feng bid farewell with the two women for the time being.

After Yi Feng and the others left, a white-robed figure swiftly darted over and landed among the crowd.

"Wow, yet another cultivator."

The crowd hastily moved aside upon seeing him. They didn't expect that yet another cultivator had arrived.

The newcomer was none other than Yu Wujie, who had just came down the mountain from Qingshan Gate prison. He had rushed over impatiently to meet with Peng Ying as agreed.

"Ying'er, Ying'er, where are you?" Yu Wujie shouted loudly.

"Wujie elder brother, I..."

At this time, Peng Ying who had just emerged from the river hadn't tidied herself up yet, and bumped right into Yu Wujie.

"What happened to you?"

Yu Wujie's expression darkened as he hurriedly asked.

"I, I..."

Peng Ying's tears rolled down as she spoke.

"Also, why are you covering your face?" Yu Wujie frowned and asked again.

"Wujie elder brother, I was bullied." Peng Ying said pitifully, "My face is injured."

"What? Who dared to be so audacious? Don't be afraid Ying'er, I'll avenge you. First let me see how badly your face is injured." Yu Wujie's voice was gentle as he came to Peng Ying's side and said worriedly.

"But I look very ugly now, it'll take a long time to recover. Wujie elder brother, you won't despise me, right?" Peng Ying asked hesitantly and nervously.

"How could I, Ying'er? How could I despise you? Let me see quickly." Yu Wujie said concernedly.

"Alright then!"

After struggling for a long time, Peng Ying finally lowered her hands to reveal her swollen beaten face.

In an instant, Yu Wujie's eyeballs nearly popped out.

"What the hell are you?"

As he spoke, his foot landed on Peng Ying's body, sending Peng Ying flying and crashing heavily into the river water, splashing water everywhere.