Weapons?
Zhu Lan did not have much interest in them.
First, the top fifty was very difficult to get into.
Second, the fifty custom weapons made by the sect would not be that impressive anyway.
However, Zhu Lan suddenly felt a desire to go to the Jade Pool Holy Land.
In the original novel, the female lead was the Saintess of the Jade Pool, and the male lead hooked up with her during this trip to the Holy Land.
Since the novel’s development was still in the early to middle stages, many important plot points had not been introduced yet, so the emotional development between the male and female leads was not that fast.
They would remember each other after the first meeting and pledge their secret love during the second.
Zhu Lan had only one goal — to be a wingman.
She wanted to make sure the male lead captured the female lead’s heart as soon as possible.
That way, she would have more time and energy to plan her escape.
Although she did not know where she could hide once she ran away, she absolutely had to leave.
Who could stand this male lead?
He was emotionally unstable, overbearing, controlling, and a bit of a pervert.
Last time, he actually said he wanted to use his mouth…
Zhu Lan’s face flushed hot, though she did not know if it was from anger or shame.
It was a pity that although she had lived through two lifetimes, she had been single in both.
The experience she gained from watching educational videos was just armchair strategy; it all fell apart as soon as she faced actual combat.
“In seven days, I will help you reach Foundation Establishment. I will come back tomorrow night,” Ye Feng said before leaving.
…
“Your speed is too slow, your power is insufficient, your endurance is poor, and your combat experience is an absolute mess.”
Ye Feng brushed the dust off his sleeves and gave an objective evaluation.
Zhu Lan, who had been beaten to the ground, panted heavily.
Hearing this, she felt quite helpless.
‘Wasn’t that just saying I’m bad at everything?’
“I did my best. I used everything I could except for the Seven Kill Techniques.”
“I know. I was just about to talk to you about the Seven Kill Techniques.”
Ye Feng leaned down close to Zhu Lan’s ear and whispered, “Unless you are in a desperate situation and must gamble everything, do not use the Seven Kill Techniques unless you are absolutely certain you can kill your opponent.”
Zhu Lan nodded.
Actually, she was feeling a bit conflicted.
The Seven Kill Techniques she used did not seem very powerful at all.
It only seemed to have the status of an ancient secret technique without the actual bite.
Ye Feng seemed to be able to see what Zhu Lan was thinking, and he smiled slightly.
“Meteor.”
In the pitch-black darkness, a point of white light suddenly appeared.
The white light expanded rapidly until a majestic sword light, carrying a terrifying aura, burst through the dark curtain.
Boom!
A boulder three or four meters tall in front of the door was instantly sliced in half.
The cut was smooth and even.
Zhu Lan was already dumbstruck.
‘Is that right? Is the power of the Seven Kill Techniques actually dependent on the person using it?’
“The Seven Kill Techniques live up to their reputation.”
Ye Feng was very satisfied with the power of the technique.
At this point, Zhu Lan felt a sudden blow to her confidence.
She had snatched the Seven Kill Techniques and practiced for so long, yet she had only barely mastered the second form — “Meteor.”
Yesterday, she had copied the scriptures of the Seven Kill Techniques from her divine sense and returned them to their original owner.
Ye Feng had only taken half a day to comprehend “Meteor.”
Comparing oneself to others really was infuriating.
In the novel, the brothers around the male lead had it rough.
They could only watch as the male lead progressed by leaps and bounds, leaving his good friends miles behind as he reached realms they had never even heard of.
Perhaps some would offer sincere blessings, but more people likely felt a mix of envy and jealousy.
‘Is this the difference between a male lead and cannon fodder?’
Zhu Lan felt powerless.
“Don’t think too much. As long as you stay by my side, your achievements will eventually echo through the ages,” Ye Feng said meaningfully.
Zhu Lan did not understand the meaning behind his words and gave a self-deprecating laugh.
“Actually, I’d rather be an ordinary person and live a happy life.”
Ye Feng slowly shook his head.
“But ordinary people have no way to choose the life they want. Most of them cannot be happy. Ordinary people are troubled by the trivialities of daily life for their entire lives, arguing until they are red in the face and bloodied over an inch of land. Zhu Lan, we are destined not to be ordinary people.”
“Perhaps. Contentment brings happiness; happiness is very subjective.”
“Happiness is objective.”
Zhu Lan pursed her lips and did not continue.
Besides potentially annoying Ye Feng, there was no benefit to arguing further.
“If you’ve rested enough, then practice again.”
“I’ve rested.”
…
Then, Zhu Lan was beaten for another hour.
No matter how she attacked or what method she used, Ye Feng could always easily block her and then counterattack.
After Zhu Lan was exhausted and could no longer get up, Ye Feng carried a wooden bucket into her cultivation room.
“I’m pouring this much in at once, but I need to add water to dilute it, otherwise your body won’t be able to handle it.”
Ye Feng prepared a wooden bucket and sat firmly on the bed without moving.
Zhu Lan hesitated to speak.
Ye Feng smiled and said, “You’ll be mine sooner or later anyway, so you should get used to it early. It was too dark to see clearly last time. This time, I want to take a good look at you.”
Zhu Lan was at a loss for words.
She knew she couldn’t argue back without making Ye Feng suspicious, but she couldn’t bring herself to get into the bucket and soak right now.
“Come here.”
In these matters, Ye Feng was always proactive.
His movements were gentle yet forceful as he removed her clothing and carried Zhu Lan into the wooden bucket.
Zhu Lan’s expression was very poor.
She wanted to resist, but as soon as she struggled a bit more, Ye Feng took out a rope and tied her hands behind her back.
“I can’t wash like this,” Zhu Lan said in a wronged voice, trying her best to endure the strange sensation.
“I’ll help you.”
Ye Feng’s voice was very soft, and his hands did not stop moving.
…
“Can you help me?”
“My hands are numb from being tied. I have no strength!” Zhu Lan said crossly, sternly refusing.
Ye Feng had rubbed her for so long that it actually hurt.
Ye Feng had no choice but to get up and leave, returning to his own cultivation room to solve his problem.
Zhu Lan immediately untied the rope on her hands, wiped away the blood, dressed properly, and ran to the hot spring on the back mountain.
That Ancestral Dragon’s Blood surprisingly didn’t hurt at all when she soaked in it, unlike the beast blood she had used before that made her whole body sting.
She had prepared herself mentally, thinking it would be very painful.
But the effect was indeed obvious.
Even though she had been beaten until she had no strength left, she felt energized again after soaking in a bucket of that blood.
She felt her body fill with strength, along with many subtle changes.
The only thing was that there was still a faint scent of blood on her body, and Zhu Lan did not like that smell.
The Second Senior Sister only soaked here during the day.
Now, at night, the surroundings were silent, save for the occasional chirping of crickets.
Without Ye Feng around, Zhu Lan felt a long-lost sense of peace.
“Out for a bath again?”
However, a haunting voice sounded from behind her once more.
Zhu Lan sighed.
“To wash off the smell of blood.”
“I happened to want to soak for a bit too.”
Ye Feng quickly stripped down and followed her in, moving close to Zhu Lan’s side.
“You… you, isn’t that enough!” Zhu Lan was furious and really wanted to slap Ye Feng.
“Don’t move! Be good. Don’t move, and you’ll suffer less.”
Ye Feng continued to do as he pleased.
“It hurts!”
Zhu Lan shrank her body and tried to climb onto the shore.
However, how could she possibly be faster than Ye Feng’s arms?
Ye Feng reached out and caught Zhu Lan, pulling her back and hugging her from behind, pressing himself against her back.
“Don’t move. Just for a moment.”
Sensing a terrifying weapon pressing against her from behind, Zhu Lan was so scared she didn’t dare to move a muscle.