Chapter 128: Strange Yin-Yang, Neither Male Nor Female!

Lin Xian’er looked at the various precious and exotic treasures on the Treasure Shelves, glancing here and there, but her heart was filled with a sense of helplessness.She was not at all interested in this treasure appraisal event, yet Jia Lang insisted on bringing her here to "broaden her horizons."

In fact, she had been to many such occasions with her teacher when she was in the Imperial City.

However, since the Jia Family was one of the local powers in Hanwu County, Lin Xian’er didn’t want to outright reject Jia Lang’s face.

Suddenly, to her surprise, Lin Xian’er spotted Ling Feng in the crowd. She blinked in slight astonishment before quickly regaining her composure.

"How did he come here too?"

Lin Xian’er felt a wave of surprise and a smile hung on her lips, her bright eyes curving into a crescent shape.

Beside Lin Xian’er, Jia Lang saw her smiling at Ling Feng and immediately frowned, his eyes brimming with undisguised hostility.

Ling Feng, seeing the hostile gaze nailed on him, shrugged his shoulders and ignored Jia Lang’s murderous look. He slowly approached Lin Xian’er and asked with a smile, "Now, should I call you Brother Lin, or Miss Lin?"

Lin Xian’er pursed her lips in a smile, as refreshing as a spring breeze, intoxicating those around her.

"Sorry, Brother Ling, last time I disguised myself as a man and told some lies. Actually, my name is Lin Xian’er, not Lin Feng."

"Her name matches her grace, as elegant as an immortal." Ling Feng nodded slightly and said with a soft smile, "I didn’t expect to meet you here."

"Yes, it really is quite a coincidence." Lin Xian’er bit her delicate lip, and upon seeing Ling Feng’s gaze, she instinctively explained, "Right, Brother Ling, this is Jia Lang, Young Master Jia. He is the second son of the Jia Family from Hanwu City and also my senior at Heavenly Position Academy."

Jia Lang stood there full of arrogance and self-importance. Being admitted into the Heavenly Position Academy had already proven his talent, which certainly wasn’t something that the Iron Blood Alliance Hierarch, Jing Wuxue, could compare to.

"Miss Xian’er, who is this guy?" Jia Lang looked sideways at Ling Feng, his tone full of provocation.

His cultivation was slightly higher than Lin Xian’er’s, having reached the Eighth Layer of the Magnetic Condensation Realm. He could see at a glance that Ling Feng’s aura was much weaker than his own, merely at the Qi Condensation Realm, so he didn’t take Ling Feng seriously at all.

Lin Xian’er said with a smile, "This is Young Master Ling Feng, also a friend of mine."

Upon hearing this, Jia Lang sarcastically said, "Wow, Miss Xian’er, even as the esteemed pupil of Vice Dean Huo, you should choose your friends a bit more carefully to avoid losing face!"

"You’re right, for instance, certain unpredictable, gender-ambiguous individuals should definitely not be befriended." Ling Feng narrowed his eyes and spoke indifferently.

Originally, whatever Jia Lang’s intentions were toward Lin Xian’er didn’t concern Ling Feng, but since Jia Lang had gone out of his way to provoke him, Ling Feng naturally wouldn’t be "polite" to him.

"You! You little brat, who are you talking about!"

Jia Lang’s eyebrows shot up, and he jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Whoever is neither man nor woman, that’s who I’m talking about."

Ling Feng’s mouth curved slightly as he met Jia Lang’s gaze head-on, neither backing down nor yielding an inch.

Even Lin Xian’er, with her thick nerves, sensed that something was off in the atmosphere. She quickly stood between the two men and explained, "Young Master Jia, Brother Ling didn’t mean it that way."

Saying this, she turned back and cast a pleading look at Ling Feng. After all, this was Hanwu City, the Jia Family’s territory—it really wasn’t appropriate to start any conflicts with Jia Lang.

Ling Feng curled his lips, remembered that he had come today for the "Replenishing Spirit Marrow" and shook his head with a smile. He then turned his attention to the treasures scattered around, no longer bothering with Jia Lang.

"Hmph, for Miss Xian’er’s sake, I won’t stoop to your level!"

Seeing Ling Feng back down, a trace of disdain flickered in Jia Lang’s eyes. He then turned around, pretending to be generous, and chuckled at Lin Xian’er, "Every year, Miss Xian’er, the Hanwu County Treasure Appraisal Convention invites me. I am a regular here."

"Let me tell you, each side hall here has one or two treasures that serve as the hall’s main attraction. I’ll help you find the best treasure, and then we can take the best seats in the front row to watch the Treasure Appraisal Convention."

As he spoke, Jia Lang began to search all around, talking as he looked, "I am not like some people. I have a real understanding of treasures. A good treasure, whether it’s the color, the material, or the spiritual nature, is always distinct. Only a true connoisseur can find them!"

Listening to Jia Lang go on and on, Lin Xian’er merely nodded slightly, her expression indifferent.

Upon closer inspection, one could see a hint of helpless resignation in her eyes. She wasn’t too keen on Jia Lang’s flattery.

In fact, Jia Lang did not have a good reputation at the Heavenly Position Academy; he was known as a debauchee. Naturally, Lin Xian’er couldn’t have a good impression of such a guy.

As Lin Xian’er was feeling annoyed and prepared to look down and select the most eye-catching treasure, a breeze blew her way. Her eyes flickered and she noticed that Ling Feng had already come up beside her, observing something without looking aside.

Their distance was very close, causing Lin Xian’er’s heartbeat to quicken slightly. She bit her tender lip and subconsciously moved to the side.

However, as soon as she moved to the side, Ling Feng followed closely, sticking to her once again.

Lin Xian’er’s eyebrows creased slightly. She had thought Ling Feng was an open and forthright gentleman, but to her surprise, he seemed to be like some wanton rogue, seeking to take advantage of her!

She clenched her teeth, somewhat disappointed in Ling Feng, and was thinking about how to keep her distance when she saw him crouch down and reach for her feet.

"You!" Lin Xian’er’s face turned cold, a flash of disgust in her eyes. Any positive feelings she had for Ling Feng vanished in an instant.

She was about to speak, but Ling Feng was ahead of her, looked up at Lin Xian’er with clear eyes that held no hint of impurity, and said softly, "Uhm... Miss Lin, could you please move aside? You seem to be standing on quite a nice treasure."

"Ah... what?" Lin Xian’er was stunned. It turned out that she had been overthinking things. Ling Feng was simply interested in the treasure under her feet, not what she had imagined...

Her face immediately flushed with a crimson blush, and her ears started to feel hot.

While Lin Xian’er was bashful and at a loss, Ling Feng handed her something black and unremarkable-looking, speaking in a nonchalant tone, "This is for you."

Lin Xian’er blinked her gem-like eyes and subconsciously took it, but she quickly realized that this "treasure" was not only unimpressive, but also rough and unsightly. It lacked any hint of Spiritual Energy, almost like a regular stone one might find on the roadside. The source of this content ɪs NovᴇlFɪre.ɴet

Could this thing really be a treasure?

"Ling..." Lin Xian’er’s eyes flashed with confusion, but Ling Feng had already floated away, leaving behind only the words, "Just keep it."

Lin Xian’er bit her lip, her heart unconsciously believing him somewhat, and she tightly clenched the black "small stone."