HPDBC Chapter 283 The Blade is Close at Hand
Chapter 283 The Blade is Close at Hand
Chapter 283 The Blade is Close at Hand
Zhao Ritian erupted completely, shouting, “Unyielding! Unyielding! I absolutely refuse to yield!”
Pan Meifeng leaped into the air and struck down with a palm from above.
Zhao Ritian’s expression changed drastically. He wanted to counterattack with all his might, but it was too late.
His whole body slammed into the ground with a resounding thud. It felt like a massive mountain had pressed down on him.
“Ahhh—!”
Lu Chengwen and Long Aotian exchanged glances, each wiping the sweat that had formed on their foreheads.
This palm strike created a circular pit around Zhao Ritian. The sound of bones shattering echoed ceaselessly from his body, making it clear that the old lady was not holding back.
Pan Meifeng withdrew her palm.
Zhao Ritian slowly struggled to rise, supporting himself with his trembling arms against the ground. Yet when he lifted his head, the ferocity in his eyes was fully unveiled.
The senior brothers turned back to see Pan Meifeng seated again, her expression even graver than before.
“I’ve gauged the weight of you all now,” she said coldly.
She added, “He once told me that those with exceptional potential should not have their martial destiny severed prematurely. Zhao Ritian, you indeed have such potential, but I dislike you. Today, I will destroy your cultivation. Go back and start over. Perhaps, ten years from now, it will finally be your time to rise to prominence.”
Zhao Ritian stood up shakily, his body marred by fractures and blood soaking through his clothes.
“I will never forget today’s lesson!” he said through gritted teeth. “Senior, take good care of yourself. One day, I will return to visit you again!”
Pan Meifeng scoffed. “Are you forcing me to eradicate you completely?”
Zhao Ritian said nothing more. With clenched teeth, he hunched low and bolted away.
Lu Chengwen suddenly remembered something and grabbed his bag. “Hey! Your bag! Your stuff! Your bag—slow down... Your bag!”
Pan Meifeng turned her gaze toward Long Aotian.
Long Aotian dropped to one knee, his face pale. “Master’s wife! I am my master’s disciple! Please... don’t cripple me...”
“Your master put in some effort to strengthen your Four Gates,” Pan Meifeng said calmly. “You’ve learned a lot and are no weaker than Zhao Ritian. Today, I’ve suppressed him for you, but I cannot suppress his age. One day, he will inevitably be your rival. Go back. If you try to leave the mountain tonight, I will break your legs.”
Long Aotian, relieved, immediately kowtowed and excused himself.
Luo Shiyin turned back to glance at Lu Chengwen, who was still standing there holding Zhao Ritian’s bag in a daze, not even noticing her.
Frustrated, Luo Shiyin turned to leave.
“Luo Shiyin, stay behind,” Pan Meifeng said.
Long Aotian froze. “Master’s wife, she’s mine...”
“I know. It’s obvious,” Pan Meifeng said. “She possesses the Five-Colored Illusionary Eyes and a unique dual cultivation physique. I plan to train her a bit before sending her back. Otherwise, relying on those superficial techniques, she’ll be of little use in the future.”
Long Aotian was overjoyed.
Right! Master’s wife, Pan Meifeng, also known as the Seven-Colored Phoenix, was famous for her abilities. With her guidance, Luo Shiyin’s cultivation would surely improve by leaps and bounds... and then some.
“Thank my master’s wife!” Long Aotian urged.
Luo Shiyin, feeling conflicted, slowly knelt on one knee. “Thank you, Senior.”
Long Aotian turned to Qi Meishao. “Let’s go.”
Pan Meifeng called out, “You two, come with me.”
Thatched Cottage
Inside the small cottage, Pan Meifeng sat on the bed while Lu Chengwen and Luo Shiyin stood awkwardly nearby.
“Lu Chengwen, you’re something else. You even dared to get involved with your senior brother’s woman.”
Lu Chengwen looked aggrieved. “It’s really a misunderstanding! She accidentally ingested the Desire Woman Pill. Without the antidote... things could’ve ended badly.”
Luo Shiyin raised her head, her eyes filled with disbelief. This old woman couldn’t be serious.
But it didn’t make sense! Weren’t you always partial to Lu Chengwen? Why now offer to kill him?
Pan Meifeng chuckled, tossing a dagger toward Luo Shiyin. “Or you can do it yourself. I promise, if you kill him, I won’t interfere, nor will I hold it against you.”
Pan Meifeng glanced toward the other room. “He’s already started absorbing the energy from the meteorite ice crystal. Killing him now would be like killing a defenseless vegetable. Go ahead.”
She gave Luo Shiyin a slight push.
Luo Shiyin, clutching the dagger, walked toward Lu Chengwen. Her hand rose slowly as she stood in front of him.
She saw the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead as he focused intensely on absorbing the crystal’s energy.
Memories began to flood her mind.
How she schemed to get him into his office, only to hit one obstacle after another...
How, when she was captured by Hun Tian Gang, Lu Chengwen eventually came to her rescue...
How, though she had tried to manipulate him, they ended up in a strange dimension thanks to a fragment of Hun Tian Gang’s soul. In that bizarre space, he chose to spare her...
How she pushed him off a cliff, yet he still saved her.
That was the first time he fed her the “Yu Nv Dan”... afterward...
The initial pain, followed by madness.
It was as though their bodies understood each other better than their words, leading them to weep silently in each other’s arms...
Why does fate torment someone as unfortunate as me?
I am merely a falcon for the Young Master—a tool!
I’m tasked with using my charm to eliminate his adversaries. When I return home, I serve as the Young Master’s maid until... that fateful day.
And yet, it’s him—Lu Chengwen.
Time and again, over and over...
Am I truly born to be despicable? Am I beyond redemption?
I should kill him! He ruined me!
He is the Young Master’s enemy! I am the Young Master’s bodyguard, his servant...
There’s no way I could ever like him! No way!
So, kill him—kill this man who has hurt me time and again. I won’t hesitate!
Never again!
Luo Shiyin gripped the dagger tightly, her eyes suddenly filled with rage. Both hands thrust forward violently!
The blade stopped just 0.01 centimeters from Lu Chengwen’s throat.
She froze.
Her hands trembled, and tears streamed down her face.
She didn’t understand—she could’ve killed him just now!
Why didn’t Pan Meifeng stop her?!
She should’ve swatted me away, taken the dagger!
Turning her head, she realized Pan Meifeng was no longer standing at the door.
Looking back at Lu Chengwen, who was still deep in concentration, Luo Shiyin found herself lost.
What should I do?