Why was the man walking away like he had been greatly wronged? Clearly she should be the one feeling aggrieved. After all, it was her who got taken advantage of! Baihe swiftly concluded that there was no way for a mere mortal like her to understand the inner mind of a hot and cold, bipolar yours truly.

Throwing Fenglong to the back of her mind, Baihe re-positioned herself back into a cross-legged posture on the bed to enter a deep state of mediation for the long journey ahead tomorrow. Unfortunately, because the evildoer had once again stirred up her raging hormones, it took Baihe quite a while before she was able to empty her mind.

Could it be that after all these years, her body finally yearn for sexual simulation?

♦

Once morning arrived, Baihe got up and prepared to head out to participate in the second half of the Feng Martial Tournament. It was only then, she came to realize that she been incapacitated for 3 days, so where the hell was the competition being held?

As Baihe stepped out of the cave, she was rewarded with some eye candy. Fenglong stood by the entrance, his rich blue brocade robe billowing behind him. The languid light of the morning sun danced along his eyelashes; jet-black hair hung loosely down his broad shoulders, highlighting his outstanding features.

Just by looking at him, Baihe felt as if he were an immortal who descended to the mortal realm for a vacation. Everything was like a beautiful painting, except…

Her dark eyes blinked blankly at the fallen trees and the huge hole in the ground. What the hell happened here? It was like a battle had taken place right outside her cave, but how come she didn’t hear anything the whole night? Could it be that she became so muddleheaded because of this man that her senses had turned dull?

Baihe examined the man in front of her. Just how high was his cultivation that she couldn’t even sense his presence?

Noticing the trace of admiration in her eyes, a smile grew in the cold gleam of Fenglong’s lustrous sapphire orbs and his lips curved upward. Fenglong had baffled himself when he’d unhesitatingly fed her the precious life-saving pill and even willingly stood vigil outside her cave.

But, what pissed Fenglong off the most was how he actually got jealous over a damn bird! After his loyal subordinate so kindly hinted to him what that acidic, sour feeling he’d felt was, Fenglong released all his pent-up anger and frustration on the nearby trees.

Luckily, with his high cultivation, Fenglong was able to control his strength and vent silently while also concealing his presence as he wished. Seeing Baihe look at him with such inquisitive eyes, Fenglong suddenly felt the need to explain himself.

“Some magical beasts roamed nearby last night and I took care of it for you. If you wish to thank me, you can add it to your tab,” Fenglong lied with a straight face, void of any guilt.

Ignoring the doubtful look in her eyes, Fenglong scooped Baihe into his arms and leaped into the air; his slender body turned in a rush of wind as they sped through the forest.

Startled, Baihe glared at him. “Put me down!”

Pretending not to hear the chillness in her tone, Fenglong continued on toward their destination. Baihe tried to wiggle out of his embrace, but she was tightly secured in his arms. The disparity in their strength made her deeply resentful and ignited her will to get stronger so she could surpass him one day.

“At least tell me where we are going,” Baihe asked, finally conceding.

His lips curled into a faint smile. “To the tournament, where else? Were you hoping for Benwang to kidnap you to my estate instead?”

Black lines slowly protruded on Baihe’s forehead. Analyzing her own situation, it was best for her not to act too rashly in front of this bipolar Highness. Her lips turned flat as Baihe gnashed her teeth to control her anger.

Fenglong cast his eyes downward, his gaze turning deeper as he watched her face flush with indignation. A ticklish feeling scratched across his heart. Suddenly, he felt rather happy seeing her like this — all flustered and red. Teasing Baihe could become an amusing hobby.

Maybe his subordinate was wrong. Perhaps he only liked bullying this woman and his subordinate mistaken it for jealousy? After all, what does an unmarried subordinate know about such tender feelings?

His grip unconsciously tightened around Baihe. A light floral fragrance wafted up from the woman and lingered on the tip of Fenglong’s nose; his eyes blazed with a magnificent fire as he cradled the soft body in his arms. Another itch was starting up in his heart, ticklish like a light feather running across it.

She was like the wisp of someone’s great imagination — a beautiful dream in his arms — a luminous beauty of the peeking moon.

A gentle light had entered Fenglong’s eyes and his gaze even held a trace of affectation not even he himself was aware of. His throat suddenly felt dry and he closed those enigmatic sapphire eyes to hide his emotions.

With the greatest surge of momentum, Fenglong activated his qigong to new heights and rushed through the forest to burn out the excessive energy coursing through his veins.

Initially, Baihe had wanted to ask more questions, but with her innate gift of perception, she had noticed the ambiguous emotions clouding over those alluring sapphire eyes. Words seemed to have gotten stuck in her throat at that moment and she became afraid to speak as if she might accidentally hear something she wasn’t ready for.

Baihe stayed quietly in his warm embrace as they sped through the forest, densely packed with trees and various vast lush green land. Baihe barely registered the cold wind. The only thing she felt was the heat from Fenglong’s body and the only sound she heard was the deep pulsating throbs of her heart; or was it the sound of his erratic beating heart?

To distract herself, Baihe surveyed her surroundings instead. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed how far they’d traveled. The two of them entered the tall mountains, located far from her cave. For some reason, Baihe felt a barrier surrounding this area as they walked past the threshold.

What was this place? It was simply breathtaking! Ancient trees stood shoulder to shoulder with the sky; the mighty mountains reached close to the heavens and the mystical ocean was crystal clear, stretching to the far horizon.

Baihe suddenly felt like she was small dwarf entering the realm of the giants. Putting down the woman in his arms, Fenglong instructed: “Stay close to me and don’t stray.”

Somehow, the moment they separated, Fenglong felt a sense of loss, but loss over what?

“Where are we?” Baihe asked, her keen eyes already inspecting the surroundings, noting down possible escape routes and exit points in case they needed to evacuate.

“We’re at the secret training ground where the second half of the Feng Martial Tournament is held every three years. The competition had already started three days ago, so we’re having a late start. To pass, we just need to survive and reach the other end of this place in one month time period,” Fenglong patiently explained, his voice with a hint of laziness as if they were camping here for a picnic.

Baihe immediately stood on full alert. A secret training ground available once every three years to decide the final contestants representing the Feng Empire; how could it be harmless and simple? Exactly what kind of challenges and danger lay ahead of them? Anticipation filled Baihe because this was a rare opportunity for her to train and grow stronger.