After this incident, Gu Duyun finally understood his place, as did Feng Wuzong beside him.
They were nothing.
Just random extras brought in to make up the numbers.
As for Yi Feng, it wasn’t anything he did that made Fairy Mei treat him differently—it was Yi Feng himself who had piqued her interest.
After this minor episode,
the four of them finally sat down to play mahjong.
Strangely enough, these cultivators, usually so formidable in their training, were utterly terrible at mahjong—including the so-called captain of the Eighth Line.
The game quickly became Yi Feng’s solo performance.
It wasn’t that these cultivators were stupid; it was just that mahjong was merely a pastime for most of them. Winning or losing a few Celestial Crystals meant nothing, so they played casually, never bothering to study the game deeply.
Unlike Yi Feng, who was only in it for the money…
But what Yi Feng didn’t expect was that his mahjong skills had completely astonished the woman.
Especially his technique of rubbing the tiles with his thumb to identify them without even looking—this left her utterly awestruck.
"The mahjong tiles are made of special materials, so cheating is impossible."
"And this skill of his… I’ve only seen it once before, during the annual gathering of the Linglong Pavilion, on the Grand Steward."
"The Grand Steward loves playing cards but often complains about how terrible his opponents are. If I brought this guy to him, the Grand Steward would probably be delighted."
As she thought this, her curiosity about Yi Feng grew even stronger.
Now, whether Yi Feng was cheating or not no longer mattered to her.
"Might I ask where Young Master Yi hails from?"
Her mind was no longer on the game. Instead, she assumed a seductive pose, her eyes shimmering with allure as she gazed at Yi Feng.
"Sorry, that’s confidential."
Yi Feng, fully absorbed in the game, bluntly refused to answer. After all, as someone from the Nine Realms, revealing his origins might invite unnecessary trouble.
The woman chuckled.
Yi Feng’s attitude only fueled her desire to conquer him.
The mahjong game continued.
But at some point, a soft, delicate foot slid over, gently lifting the hem of Yi Feng’s robe. The smooth sole teasingly brushed against his ankle.
Yet Yi Feng remained unmoved.
The woman’s expression betrayed nothing, but under the table, her foot slowly trailed upward, gliding along his calf…
Yi Feng declared a "Kong!"
Finally, Yi Feng turned his gaze to the woman.
Meeting his eyes, she curved her red lips into a smile. The air grew thick with an ambiguous tension as her enchanting eyes sparkled at him, waiting for him to speak.
Yi Feng studied her seriously before finally snapping:
"Are you out of your mind?"
"Can you stop stretching your leg so far?"
"You’ve been kicking me nonstop—you even made me call a Kong!"
Yi Feng’s words made Feng Wuzong and Gu Duyun choke on their breath, staring at him in disbelief.
Damn.
This guy had some nerve.
Fairy Mei was also stunned, a flush of anger rising to her delicate face.
This brat.
Truly ungrateful.
But Yi Feng remained fearless.
So what if she was the captain? She was already a dead woman walking. What was there to fear?
Go ahead, kill me. I’d thank your whole family.
"Let’s end today’s entertainment here."
Her demeanor shifted instantly as she stood, her voice icy.
"Thank you for your hospitality today, Fairy Mei. We’ll take our leave."
Seeing the situation turn sour, Gu Duyun and Feng Wuzong broke into a cold sweat. Forget lingering with their goddess—they hastily bowed and scrambled out.
Yi Feng, slower to react, cursed his earlier impulsiveness and hurriedly gathered his things to leave.
He just hoped this woman wouldn’t make things difficult if she couldn’t even kill him properly.
But then—a wave of fragrant scent enveloped him.
The woman pivoted gracefully and settled onto Yi Feng’s lap, her slender, jade-like arms coiling around his neck.
"Young Master Yi, is Mei'er truly so unworthy of your attention?"
She clung to him, her delicate body pressing closer.
Soon, her head loomed over his, casting an oppressive shadow that nearly suffocated him.
"Young Master’s aura is extraordinary, and your temperament is unlike any other. It truly stirs Mei'er’s heart."
Her voice was soft as silk as she shifted, seating herself on the table instead.
A breeze drifted through the window, causing her light gauze robe to slip from her shoulders, revealing flawless skin and elegant collarbones.
With a flick of her wrist,
the door locked itself, and countless silk ribbons cascaded from the ceiling, encircling the two in a cocoon of intimacy.
The air was thick with fragrance.
An ambiguous atmosphere saturated the space.
"If Young Master is willing… Mei'er is yours tonight."
While Yi Feng sat frozen, Mei Xian'er extended her delicate foot, tilting his chin upward with her toes.
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