Novel Full Chapter 296 The Quest Reward is A Night With the Sect Leader’s Wife?
Chapter 296: Chapter 296 The Quest Reward is A Night With the Sect Leader’s Wife?
“You don’t have to worry about anything, Sister Yun Wanqing. Master Lin Feng isn’t that bad,” Tang Aining said gently, her voice soft yet reassuring, as if trying to smooth over the storm quietly brewing in Daoist Falling Snow’s heart. “He may seem cold and aloof on the surface, but deep inside, he has a good heart.”
“I hope you’re right, Sister Tang Aining,” Daoist Falling Snow replied, her tone calm, though a faint tension lingered beneath it.
She drew in a slow, steady breath, letting it out just as carefully, as though trying to steady not just her body, but her thoughts as well.
Today… had completely escaped her expectations.
Before arriving, she had prepared herself for countless possibilities… heated arguments, subtle negotiations, even the need to resort to force if necessary and as a last resort.
She had weighed risks, calculated outcomes, and steeled her mind for confrontation. Yet never… not even in her wildest considerations… had she imagined that she would end up in such a position.
To lower herself… to personally attend to a man she had only just met…
The very thought made her chest tighten.
She, a feared and respected elder of the Nine Peaks Sword Sect, a woman countless cultivators admired from afar, was now going to stand at the threshold of another man’s chambers, about to serve him in such an intimate manner.
Her pride resisted instinctively, like a blade refusing to bend, yet the memory of what had just transpired forced that resistance into silence.
Closing her eyes briefly, Daoist Falling Snow extended her spiritual sense once more, sweeping through the surroundings with practiced precision.
The private training ground remained isolated, sealed away from prying eyes.
Beyond its boundaries, the crowds still lingered, unaware and restless, completely oblivious to the heaven-shaking spectacle that had just unfolded within.
Not a single soul had seen it.
Not a single soul knew.
The advent of that primordial phoenix… an existence that defied logic and reason had occurred in absolute secrecy.
Her fingers curled slightly at her side as the memory resurfaced with startling clarity.
The flames…
The presence…
The overwhelming, suffocating majesty of that creature…
Even now, recalling it made her heart tremble. Daoist Falling Snow had faced powerful opponents before, had stood before elders and monsters of great renown but nothing, nothing compared to that.
That phoenix was not merely strong. It was absolute. Ancient. Boundless.
She could not even measure it. Could not comprehend it.
All she knew… what she could say with absolute certainty was that if that phoenix had truly turned its power toward her, even for a fleeting instant, she would have been reduced to nothing but ash scattered upon the wind.
No defense would have mattered. No technique, no treasure, no hidden method.
There would have been no resistance.
Only annihilation.
Her eyes slowly opened, a faint shadow passing through them before she suppressed it once more beneath her usual cold composure.
And yet…
That very same creature now perched innocently on Lin Feng’s shoulder, chirping like a harmless pet.
The contrast alone was enough to shake one’s sanity.
Her gaze shifted toward the direction of his chambers, her thoughts growing heavier with each passing moment.
The man who had casually created such a being… who had bent reality itself with nothing more than a few careless strokes of a brush was now waiting for her as though nothing extraordinary had happened at all.
As though it had all been… trivial.
Daoist Falling Snow felt a rare sense of unease settle deep within her heart.
Just who… is he?
The question echoed in her mind, unanswered and unsettling.
She took another step forward, her movements slower now, more reluctant. Pride still lingered, stubborn and unyielding, but it was no longer as absolute as before.
In its place was something new caution, curiosity… and a faint, reluctant trace of anticipation.
“If he truly possesses such power…” she thought, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly, “then perhaps… this is not humiliation… but an opportunity.”
Even so, as she approached the chambers, her heartbeat betrayed her calm exterior, quickening ever so slightly.
After all, no matter how she tried to frame it in her mind…
She was still about to step into the room of a man she could neither understand nor control.
And that, more than anything else, made her uneasy.
Daoist Falling Snow stepped into Lin Feng’s chambers, gently pushing the door open. It wasn’t locked.
The moment she entered, her gaze was immediately drawn downward to the little chicken casually pecking and wandering across the floor.
Her pupils shrank slightly.
Fear… and a trace of dread surfaced within her eyes as the memory of that overwhelming spiritual pressure came rushing back.
The blazing phoenix, the suffocating heat, the absolute dominance it exuded it all felt as vivid as if it had happened just a breath ago.
And yet now…
That same existence was hopping around the room like a harmless pet.
Daoist Falling Snow forced herself to steady her breathing before shifting her gaze forward.
There, on the bed, lay Lin Feng.
He rested casually, his body relaxed, eyes closed as though already drifting into sleep.
His expression was calm, almost indifferent, as if none of the earth-shattering events earlier had been worth a second thought.
He didn’t speak.
Didn’t move.
But to Daoist Falling Snow, that silence was invitation enough.
She hesitated for a brief moment, then stepped forward, each movement measured and controlled. Sitting at the edge of the bed, she felt an unfamiliar tension creep into her body.
For someone who had lived for over two thousand years, who had faced countless battles and life-and-death situations, this simple act felt strangely… difficult.
She cleared her throat softly, breaking the silence.
“This is my first time doing a massage,” she admitted.
What she didn’t say… was that this was also the first time she had ever been this close to a man let alone about to lay her hands on one.