Chapter 663, Completely No Resistance At All

Translator: Silavin

 

Phoenix Blood Flower, though merely Medicine King Grade, for those of the Fire Attribute, it was virtually comparable to sacred medicine. This explained Feng Wentian’s complete loss of composure.

 

The Phoenix Blood Flower was something Feng Wentian was not unfamiliar with, but the one in Qin Yichen’s possession was fundamentally different.

 

In the outside world, Phoenix Blood Flowers remained perpetually in a budding state, their petals poised but never fully bloomed. Legend has it that achieving full blossom, which was equivalent to the moment of spreading wings in flight, required at least ten thousand years!

 

In short, the Phoenix Blood Flower in Qin Yichen’s grasp was more than ten-thousand-years old!

 

“You rascal!” Witnessing Qin Yichen casually storing away the Phoenix Blood Flower, Feng Wentian’s eyes blazed with indignation as he glared furiously.

 

[You dare to tease me!? The Patriarch of the Feng Family!?]

 

Despite his burning urgency, he could not fabricate any legitimate reason to demand Qin Yichen surrender such a treasure.

 

Ten-thousand-year Phoenix Blood Flowers defied conventional valuation!

 

“Actually, I possess many similar flowers.” Qin Yichen’s palm opened, revealing several virtually identical Phoenix Blood Flowers materialising in his hand.

 

*Siii!* Even Feng Wentian could not suppress a sharp intake of breath at this revelation.

 

He could not fathom how Qin Yichen had acquired such an abundance of ten-thousand-year old Phoenix Blood Flowers!

 

“Hehe!” Observing Feng Wentian’s visible distress, Qin Yichen’s satisfaction radiated through his grin.

 

[You stubborn old fool! How dare you forbid me from seeing my Qianxue!?. Let’s see how this torments you!]

 

*Hmph!* Apparently comprehending Qin Yichen’s game here, Feng Wentian snorted coldly, swept his sleeves dramatically, and turned away. However, his cheek muscles twitched involuntarily.

 

The realisation brought tears to his eyes.

 

Was Feng Wentian destined to become someone who would barter his Daughter for personal gain!?

 

“*Haiz…* How is it that in the world, nobody wants them?”

 

Seeing Feng Wentian’s turned back, Qin Yichen deliberately sighed with theatrical disappointment. “Originally, I could refine Phoenix Blood Pills. Their effectiveness surpasses Nirvana Transformation Pills by tenfold! Such a pity that nobody desires them.”

 

“Enough!!!” Feng Wentian’s expression twisted with murderous intent as he spun around, confronting Qin Yichen’s smugly grinning face. He yearned to stamp that infuriating face beneath his feet.

 

Through gritted teeth, he snarled. “Junior, I’m telling you, if you wish to see Qianxue, forget the door, there will not even be a window for you!”

 

“Oh, I see.” Qin Yichen blinked innocently, rose to his feet, and began walking towards the exit. As he moved, another crimson fruit materialised in his hand, which he casually juggled. “Looks like this item is also unwanted.”

 

“An Extreme Heavenly Flame Fruit!” Feng Wentian’s restraint finally shattered. In a flash, he materialised beside Qin Yichen and seized the crimson fruit.

 

“Senior Feng, what’s the meaning of this?” Qin Yichen turned with an expression of pure innocence, blinking as he posed the question.

 

“The Phoenix Blood Flowers, hand them over!” Feng Wentian’s mouth twitched as he barked out his demand.

 

“Does this mean Senior Feng agrees?” Qin Yichen’s eyes lit up as he cheerfully produced the Phoenix Blood Flowers, offering them with both hands.

 

*Whoosh!*

 

Feng Wentian swept his sleeves, confiscating everything from Qin Yichen’s possession, then turned towards his desk. “Agree to what? I’ve agreed to nothing! Hmph!”

 

“Yes, yes, yes. This Junior shall take his leave then.” Though verbally submissive, Qin Yichen withdrew from the room and immediately headed towards Feng Qianxue’s residence.

 

“That troublesome brat!” After the door closed, Feng Wentian chuckled despite his irritation. He retrieved the Phoenix Blood Flowers and Extreme Heavenly Flame Fruit, examining them with evident delight, handling them with the delicate care one might reserve for the most fragile treasures.

 

“Patriarch! Patriarch!” Several urgent calls were required before Feng Wentian registered their voice. He discovered a Feng Family Elder standing before his desk, eyes equally crimson and radiating unmistakable avarice. Immediately protective, he shielded his treasures while coldly inquiring, “What is it?”

 

The Elder, recognising his own impropriety, cleared his throat awkwardly before reporting, “That young man has gone to Qianxue’s quarters again. Should we stop him?”

 

“Qianxue is no longer a child! Stop interfering in such matters!” Feng Wentian’s eyes blazed as he delivered a scathing rebuke.

 

“?!!!” The Elder stared at him in complete bewilderment.

 

[What the Hell? Wasn’t it you who ordered me to guard the courtyard and prevent that boy from approaching in the first place!? What nonsense is this!?]

 

“Why are you still standing here for? Do you have nothing better to do?”

 

Before the Elder could process this development, Feng Wentian’s harsh criticism resumed, barely stopping short of physically ejecting him from the study.

 

Even after leaving the study, the Elder remained thoroughly confused, unable to comprehend what had transpired.

 

[How did it suddenly become my fault for meddling!?]

 

…

 

Qin Yichen finally reunited with Feng Qianxue. Crucially, without Feng Wentian’s intrusive presence as an unwanted third wheel.

 

His heart surged with excitement.

 

Pushing open the door, he observed Feng Qianxue seated by the window, chin resting in her palm, gazing thoughtfully into the distance.

 

She wore a white dress today. Sitting there with dreamy eyes, lost in contemplation, her expression carried subtle melancholy. Gentle breezes flowed through the window, causing her long hair to dance. She was like a divine maiden that had descended from Heaven, possessing extraordinary grace that transcended worldly concerns.

 

Finally, her cherry lips parted slightly, forming an exquisite arc that transformed her peerless features into something resembling tranquil spring waters touched by light wind, or layers of night-blooming cereus flowers unfurling. It was a momentary revelation tinged with bashfulness and natural awkwardness, yet as captivating as the instant when ice and snow surrender to warmth.

 

[One smile brings eternal spring, one tear, eternal sorrow. This scene belongs to you alone, this beauty is yours alone.]

 

Qin Yichen stood motionless, completely absorbed and somewhat entranced by the painting-like vision before him, reluctant to disturb her reverie.

 

Somehow, he wished this moment could remain suspended forever.

 

Simply watching her filled his heart with profound contentment.

 

“Ah! How did you get here?”

 

After an indeterminate period, Feng Qianxue turned slightly, discovering Qin Yichen at the doorway. Her eyes immediately brightened as she stood.

 

“Ah?” Qin Yichen snapped back to reality, scratching his head with a bashful smile. “I’ve just arrived, just entered really.”

 

Feng Qianxue was about to speak when she glanced around uncertainly. “Where’s my Father?”

 

Ever since their previous encounter, Feng Wentian invariably accompanied Qin Yichen’s visits.

 

“Your Father is… occupied. Hehe.” Qin Yichen grinned as he approached her.

 

The distance closed.

 

Both their heartbeats accelerated noticeably.

 

Feng Qianxue lowered her gaze, avoiding his profoundly affectionate eyes, as if fearing she might become lost within their depths.

 

Qin Yichen stepped closer, gently taking her delicate, boneless jade hand, then seated himself opposite her.