Chapter 979 - 270: Hypocritical Young Master Covets Beauty, Chivalrous Maiden Entrapped by Perilous Emotions (Part 6)

He felt a sudden strangeness in his heart, his eyebrows slightly furrowing into a shallow ’川’ character, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes, like a ripple appearing on the calm surface of a lake.

He cursed silently in his heart: "This Guo Xiangyu, how can she sleep so soundly? Truly ungrateful. Hmph, could she be mingling in that Young Master Yang’s room?" At this thought, a jealous fire flared up in his heart, burning his chest, as if a raging fire was blazing within his ribcage.

Thus, Dugu Chang suppressed the anger within him and quickly ran again to the front of Shi Feiyang’s bedroom.

He reached out and knocked on the door once more, this time with a bit more force, appearing somewhat impatient. His fingers struck the door, producing a loud "bang bang" sound, as if venting his inner dissatisfaction.

Inside, Shi Feiyang calmly replied: "Come in!" Dugu Chang entered, only to see that Shi Feiyang was already fully dressed, wearing a plain-colored long robe, simple yet elegant.

His posture was upright, like an ancient pine standing tall on a mountain peak, steady and resolute.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged on the bed, eyes closed, expression peaceful, focused on practicing his breathing technique.

Above his head, mist swirled, like the mist rising in the mountains, or the auspicious air surrounding an Immortal, showcasing his profound power. Seeing this scene, Dugu Chang’s jealous fire quickly turned into embarrassment, his face turning red and white, like clouds swiftly changing colors at sunset.

However, he was still unwilling to give up, secretly planning how to probe the truth.

He feigned a casual chat with Shi Feiyang, a sly smile on his face, like a cunning fox spotting a plump prey, eyes gleaming with calculation, saying: "Young Master Yang, seeing you perform this breathing form, with mist rising from your head, it truly is a mark of divine skill. May I know from which sect you hail? At such a young age, to possess such profound martial prowess is rare in this world, making me deeply admire you."

As he spoke, he stealthily observed Shi Feiyang’s expression from the corner of his eye, not missing any subtle change, trying to find a clue from Shi Feiyang’s reactions.

Last night at the banquet, Shi Feiyang had already keenly noticed Dugu Chang’s infatuated looks towards Guo Xiangyu, and had just heard the knocking from the neighboring room, realizing Dugu Chang’s vile intentions in coming here.

He let out a cold laugh in his heart, but his face showed no change, as calm as a lake without ripples.

Unhurriedly and wisely, he replied: "Ascetic Meditation Technique, Yang Family Generals from outside Yanmen Pass!"

His voice was deep and authoritative, like a great bell ringing, resonating in the room with an undeniable power, also declaring to Dugu Chang that he was by no means an ordinary person.

Dugu Chang, upon hearing Shi Feiyang reveal such an illustrious family background, felt as if he was struck by a thunderbolt, a sudden shock in his heart, causing the smile on his face to freeze instantly, like a flower struck by sudden frost in the dead of winter, stiff and contorted.

A deep fear and endless regret flickered in his eyes in an instant, like a flash of despairing light in the darkness.

He quickly apologized, his voice trembling slightly with fear and panic: "I’m sorry! Young Master Yang, sorry for disturbing your divine skill practice. I just came to invite you to breakfast, nothing more, please forgive my intrusion."

After speaking, he bowed slightly, his waist bent extremely low, his face filled with an apologetic smile, though it could not hide the panic and unease in his heart.

Shi Feiyang nodded, like an unassailable statue of Buddha, with a calm expression, continuing to immerse himself in his breathing practice, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him, ignoring Dugu Chang.

Seeing this, Dugu Chang was filled with dissatisfaction in his heart, like a trapped animal struggling in a cage, yet afraid to act out, quietly exiting the room, every step heavy and slow, secretly thinking of his next move, a hint of sinister light flashing occasionally in his eyes.