Chapter 9: 009 Lesson

“Over here.” The corners of Feng Qingzhuang’s lips curled up slightly, her entire face as brilliant as summer flowers. She spoke softly, knowing full well how her peerless beauty would captivate the masses when she smiled; such excellent capital, of course, had to be utilized to the fullest.

The person following her turned around, and a bewitching, world-toppling smile met his eyes, causing him to instantly lose himself in that exquisite countenance. His heart began to throb uncontrollably, and he forgot his purpose only when pain radiated through his body, realizing he had actually had his acupoints struck. Wu Jingyu gave a self-deprecating laugh. To think that despite being known as one of the Four Young Masters of the World with peerless martial arts, there would come a day when he could be struck in his acupoints. If word got out, he would surely be laughed to death by the people of the world. Truly, beauty leads men astray!

“Why are you following me?” Feng Qingzhuang’s cold eyes narrowed slightly. Her sharp gaze scrutinized the man before her, and her frost-like voice was like a wisp of ice, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet.

The man before her wore a luxurious black ice-silk brocade robe, with cloud patterns outlined in silver thread at the collar and cuffs. He appeared to be around twenty years old, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, standing as straight as pine or bamboo. He wore a dark jade crown, a dark jade belt, and black soft-soled embroidered boots. Clad entirely in black, one could tell at a glance that he was a black-hearted fellow.

She frowned slightly, her gaze fixing on his face. It was an exquisite and handsome face, as if crafted by divine hands—a flawless, perfect countenance.

As beautiful as crown jade, with heroic sword-like eyebrows, a high bridge to his nose, and lips shaped like a diamond that shimmered with a moist pink luster, his features were well-defined, like a poem or a painting. Yet, what was even more beautiful than his features was the aura that surrounded him.

It was a beauty that radiated from his very bones, natural and effortless—noble and elegant, graceful and ethereal, yet simultaneously deep and restrained, demonic and wicked... From the inside out, from the top down, everywhere exuded an incomparable magic.

Looking at this infinitely charming and demonic face, Feng Qingzhuang’s frown deepened. In this man, she seemed to see a demon descending to the mortal realm—someone even more black-hearted than herself. This feeling made her feel very uncomfortable and displeased.

Taking a step forward, she raised her slender hand and gripped the man's chin firmly. A trace of chilling frost burst from her sharp eyes, and her frost-like voice rang out once more, "You still haven't answered my question. Why are you following me?"

Feng Qingzhuang naturally did not believe that her beauty could cause such a monstrously handsome man, hard to find even in this world, to fall in love at first sight and follow her all the way; he must certainly have an ulterior motive.

"Miss misunderstands. I was merely traveling the same path as you by chance; I had no intention of following you." Wu Jingyu’s demonic eyes fixed on Feng Qingzhuang, the corners of his lips curling up into a soul-hooking, wicked smile.

"A good smile. Very beautiful, and indeed very seductive," Feng Qingzhuang praised without stint, yet her cold, frost-like eyes showed not the slightest bit of emotion. Her red lips parted slightly as she said sinisterly, "Are you sure you won't tell the truth?"

After the failure of his honey trap and a moment of frustration, Wu Jingyu redoubled his efforts. He flashed a brilliant, shimmering smile at Feng Qingzhuang, and in a gentle, pleasant, yet slightly wicked voice, he slowly spoke, adamantly refusing to admit it: "I truly was just traveling the same path, with no intention of following Miss."

"Is that so? Then that is quite a coincidence. In that case, may I ask, Young Master Wu, do you know what there is most of on this street?" Feng Qingzhuang’s words were startling, directly revealing Wu Jingyu's identity. From the moment Wu Jingyu appeared, Xiao Jinzi had already transmitted his identity to Feng Qingzhuang.