novelraw Chapter 349: Can His Face Be Whiter Than Mine?
Chapter 349: Can His Face Be Whiter Than Mine?
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Long Fei Fei was utterly frustrated by her unexpected failure and clamored loudly for a rematch.
Yu Zhao watched her quietly for a moment and suddenly understood why Fang Cheng Lang had fallen in love with Long Fei Fei.
Long Fei Fei, shaped by her sect’s unorthodox teachings, was rebellious and mischievous, full of quirks. On the other hand, Fang Cheng Lang, as the eldest senior brother of the Lone Moon Peak, was highly respected by the entire Five Elements Dao Sect, strict in discipline, and meticulous in his actions, daring not to step out of line.
When two polar opposites like them collided, the resulting sparks were nothing short of explosive. Their relationship had been like a grand display of fireworks—vivid and magnificent while it lasted but leaving only desolation in its wake.
“Why are you looking at me like that? I have no interest in women!” Long Fei Fei exclaimed warily, shrinking back slightly, though a playful glint shone in her eyes.
To her surprise, Yu Zhao leaned in and lifted Long Fei Fei’s chin with her fingers, staring at her without a hint of hesitation.
The humor in Long Fei Fei’s eyes swiftly turned to fear, her pupils trembling uneasily.
In the distance, Ji Han Zhou abruptly stood up, his shock mirroring Long Fei Fei’s. Instinctively, he stepped forward but was stopped by a mysterious force.
“Junior Brother Ji, when the heart is restless, everything descends into chaos. When the heart is calm, all becomes serene,” a voice reminded him.Ji Han Zhou froze for a few moments before sitting back down, though his gaze remained fixed on Yu Zhao and Long Fei Fei.
“Long Fei Fei, let’s make a deal,” Yu Zhao said, her initial intent being merely to startle Long Fei Fei and curb her mischief. Seeing the clarity return to her eyes, Yu Zhao released her hold and spoke in a measured tone.
Still rattled, Long Fei Fei’s survival instincts, honed over years of treading the edge of life and death, spurred her mind into action. “What do you want me to do?”
“Help me locate a certain place. If you find it, I’ll let you go,” Yu Zhao replied.
Yu Zhao had considered this plan before learning that the thief was Long Fei Fei. Who else but a successor of the School of Skillful Empty Hands could excel in exploring terrains and uncovering hidden entrances?
“Deal!” Long Fei Fei agreed instantly without even negotiating terms.
Yu Zhao chuckled. “Are you that confident you can do it?”
“With me, Long Fei Fei, there’s no such thing as an unfindable place—unless it doesn’t exist!” she declared confidently, though Yu Zhao’s doubt in her ability clearly irked her.
“Then you’d better remove these shackles,” Long Fei Fei complained. “They’re limiting my skills. If I fail to find the place, don’t blame it on me.”
“No problem,” Yu Zhao said with a snap of her fingers.
Immediately, the restraints on Long Fei Fei vanished. She flexed her wrists, feigning discomfort, and muttered under her breath, “You’re so…”
Boom!
Suddenly, the sand beneath them exploded, sending golden grains soaring into the sky. In the blink of an eye, Long Fei Fei’s figure blended into the swirling sand, making her impossible to track.
“Haha! Too easy to fool! Did you really think you could catch me? Maybe in your next life!” her silver-bell laughter echoed across the desert.
Si Tu Jian Nan fumed, “That cursed thief escaped again!”
A hint of blame crept into his heart toward Yu Zhao. If only she had handed over the prisoner earlier, this wouldn’t have happened.
Si Tu Yu smiled faintly. “Uncle, she won’t get far.”
Yu Zhao wouldn’t have freed her without a plan. If she could capture the thief once, she could do so again.
Ji Han Zhou crossed his arms and sneered disdainfully.
“Aaah! Stop! Stop! I was wrong, I was wrong!” A scream tore through the air.
Long Fei Fei plummeted from the sky, clutching her head as she rolled on the sand, wailing in agony, tears and sweat streaming down her face.
The Si Tu family stared in stunned silence. Si Tu Jian Nan gave Si Tu Yu a complicated look—Yu Zhao had indeed outmaneuvered the thief.
“Still want to run?” Yu Zhao asked coolly.
“No more! No more!” Long Fei Fei’s head throbbed as if it would explode, extinguishing any thoughts of escape.
Satisfied, Yu Zhao dispelled the illusion technique planted on Long Fei Fei, who now resigned herself to following the group into the Desert of Lost Souls.
…
Two days later, they reached the site Elder Gu had marked. However, beyond endless sand and the occasional exotic beast, there was no trace of the ancient ruins.
Even Si Tu Yu, who had unwavering faith in Yu Zhao, hesitated to speak as uncertainty flickered across her face.
“This is the place,” Yu Zhao declared firmly after comparing the surroundings to the scroll’s descriptions. “Search carefully and leave no stone unturned.”
If the entrance to the Ancient Dao Field were obvious, Elder Gu wouldn’t have failed over a dozen attempts. Even if this wasn’t the entry point, the area was undeniably tied to Lou Yu Shan, who had left his mark here.
While the Si Tu family hesitated, Ji Han Zhou and Silence had already dispersed to begin their search.
Seeing this, Si Tu Jian Nan exchanged a glance with Si Tu Yu, who nodded slightly. With a wave of his hand, the Si Tu family finally joined the search.
Yu Zhao turned to Long Fei Fei, whose casual demeanor drew her sharp gaze. “When will you start?”
“No rush! Let them search first. When they fail, my brilliance will shine brighter,” Long Fei Fei said smugly.
Yu Zhao’s icy glare made Long Fei Fei shiver. She jumped up immediately. “I’ll start now!”
Feigning diligence, Long Fei Fei secretly planned to wait until the last moment to showcase her value.
…
While Yu Zhao sought the ancient field, Hua Tu scoured the land for her whereabouts. A group of demonic beasts surrounded him, each offering reports of what they had heard.
“Someone saw Yu Zhao with a bald man heading to the Harmony Sound Temple.”
“No, she went north with a pretty-boy swordsman!”
“You’re all wrong! I heard she entered the Desert of Lost Souls!”
Hua Tu grabbed a trembling golden needle porcupine and snarled, “Say that again!”
The porcupine quivered as it stammered, “Yu… Yu Zhao went with a pretty-boy swordsman…”
“Shut up!” Hua Tu bellowed, spraying spittle all over the porcupine.
Pretty boy? Can his face be whiter than mine? These idiots can’t even tell real news from fake!
Still seething, he swept his gaze over the other beasts, who shrank back in fear.
“Where’s the black falcon?” he asked suddenly.
The others looked around, realizing it was missing.
“That’s odd,” one muttered. “It’s usually the first to return with news.”
Hua Tu’s lips curled into a chilling grin, baring his sharp teeth. “Which way did it go?”
“Toward Barren Mountain.”
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