Chu Feng naturally couldn't hear what Baili Xinghe had said in his heart, but he could guess what Baili Xinghe was thinking.
So Chu Feng turned to Leng Yue and said: "Oh, right, Leng Yue—you'd best hope I don't find out that someone from the Heavenly Dao Palace is trying to assassinate me. Otherwise, I'll publish everything that happened today for the whole world to see. You know what the consequences of that would be."
"Of course, I can keep today's matters secret for the time being. But as for the others… well, I can't say the same for them." When Chu Feng said this, he deliberately glanced back at Baili Xinghe.
"Chu Feng, you—!" Hearing these words, Baili Xinghe—who was already drenched in sweat—nearly fainted from panic.
Sowing discord. This was absolute discord-sowing, killing with a borrowed blade. Chu Feng was trying to use Leng Yue's hand to kill him!
And in that moment, Leng Yue caught on as well, casting her razor-sharp gaze toward Baili Xinghe.
"Leng Yue, I, Baili Xinghe, swear by the heavens—what happened today will never leave my lips!" In his desperation, Baili Xinghe hurriedly tried to explain.
"And why should I believe you?" Leng Yue took one step after another toward Baili Xinghe.
"Leng Yue, you have to believe me. I am, after all, the disciple of the Weapon Refining Immortal. I always keep my word—I have that much credibility."
By now, Baili Xinghe had realized that Leng Yue genuinely intended to kill him. He struggled with all his might to break free, but the force restraining him was simply too powerful—he couldn't budge it at all.
Left with no other option, he could only invoke his Master in a desperate bid for self-preservation.
Because he truly was afraid—deathly afraid. He, Baili Xinghe, held the honored status of being the Weapon Refining Immortal's disciple. He had talent, he had standing, and his future stretched out before him in brilliance. How could he be willing to die? How could he bear to lose everything he currently possessed?
"Fine. I'll… reluctantly believe you." Leng Yue had already walked up to Baili Xinghe, and the killing intent in her eyes had dimmed.
"Thank you." Only when he saw that the murderous light had completely vanished from Leng Yue's gaze did Baili Xinghe finally breathe a sigh of relief.
*Pfft—* But in that very instant, Baili Xinghe's face twisted in agony. He looked down—Leng Yue had driven her hand, sharp as a blade, clean through his Dantian, and blood gushed forth.
Though Leng Yue had been grievously wounded by Chu Feng, dealing with someone of Baili Xinghe's caliber was still child's play for her.
"Leng Yue, you—!" Baili Xinghe's face was a mask of disbelief and defiance.
"Baili Xinghe, I believe you. But I have to kill you. As for the reason—we both understand."
*BOOM—* With those words, a flash of ruthlessness crossed Leng Yue's eyes. Her palm pulsed with violent force, and Baili Xinghe was obliterated into nothingness.
"Chu Feng, this is for you. I hope you'll keep your promise. If I don't come after you, you won't go running your mouth." Leng Yue tossed Baili Xinghe's Universe Bag toward Chu Feng.
It was a scalding hot potato. No matter how you looked at it, Baili Xinghe had been the Weapon Refining Immortal's disciple. But Chu Feng pocketed the Universe Bag all the same—because the treasures inside were simply too tempting.
Even though Leng Yue had willingly handed Baili Xinghe's Universe Bag to Chu Feng, he showed no gratitude whatsoever. Instead, he removed a ring from his finger and said, "Leng Yue, the scene of you killing Baili Xinghe—my ring captured all of it."
With that, Chu Feng carefully tucked the ring away.
"Chu Feng, you're ruthless." In that moment, the truth dawned on Leng Yue—she had been played by Chu Feng yet again.
"Heh, can't be helped. Against someone like you, I have no choice but to resort to tricks."
"Remember—don't breathe a word to the elders of the Heavenly Dao Palace. Otherwise, I won't just ruin your reputation and leave you with no place to hide within the sect. I'll also make the Weapon Refining Immortal hunt you down."
"If you lose the Heavenly Dao Palace's protection and gain the Weapon Refining Immortal as a deadly enemy instead… well, you know exactly what that means." Chu Feng delivered these words with a smile, wearing an expression of casual nonchalance.
But each sentence struck Leng Yue's ears like ten thousand bladed weapons plunging into her body—and weapons coated in deadly poison, at that, lancing through to the depths of her heart.