Chapter Eighteen Slap in the Face

  Bang!

  The tranquility of the early morning was shattered by a sudden and violent noise, as the barely closed courtyard gate burst open and four figures rushed in.

  The ones leading the way were Wu Tong, Er Lin and San Mu. Behind them followed a young man in his early twenties, dressed in white clothes as white as snow, with a handsome face but somewhat pale complexion, his mouth slightly curved upwards, carrying an almost imperceptible hint of cold smile.

  "Boom!"

  Nie Kong sat at the entrance of his bedroom, Wu Tong threw a punch, and the door that had just been repaired for a few days was damaged again, even the wall shook several times.

  "I'm here."

  Nie Kong's feet touched the ground, and he looked at Wu Tong and others who appeared at the door with a smile, saying something, then picked up his clothes and put them on calmly. The clothing in this world was more cumbersome to wear than in his previous life, Nie Kong thought to himself that when he had time, he might go get some custom-made suits.

  Wu Tong, Er Lin and San Mu were all stunned. The flustered expression of Nie Kong that they had imagined was not seen, but instead he was calm to the point of being somewhat abnormal.

  They had come with the mentality of teasing a cat, but Nie Kong's reaction made them feel like they had punched a cotton ball, feeling extremely displeased. The three Wu Tong exchanged glances, greatly perplexed in their hearts - this sickly youth was not flustered at all, could it be that he was fearless?

  As soon as this idea emerged, they felt a bit ridiculous. They knew the family's financial situation all too well. Let alone spending 10,000 gold coins to buy "Rejuvenating Dew", even if they sold everything in their house that was worth some money, they couldn't scrape together 100 gold coins.

  Finally getting dressed, Nie Kong pulled his belt a bit tighter with one hand and touched the back of his neck with the other, smiling lightly: "Three, does it still hurt here?"

  "You..."

  Three people's faces turned red with anger and shame.

  Nie Feng returned home after closing the door, and Wu Tong's three people quickly reported, adding oil and vinegar to tell Nie Kong's performance in the past few days. As a result, Sanmu accidentally leaked out the things that Nie Kong had frightened and played with them at the beginning, and was scolded by Nie Feng until he was covered in dog blood.

  Nie Kong smiled and brought up this matter, which was like rubbing salt into their wounds. The three of them were so angry that they almost rushed over to smash Nie Kong's head into a pig's head.

  "Hmmph!"

  A cough sounded, and the three Wu Tong men suppressed their anger, bowing to let him out. Nie Feng Xing narrowed his eyes, with his hands behind his back, swaggered in, after a flash of surprise, his eyes turned sinister, making him look like a poisonous snake revealing its sharp teeth, ready to bite.

  Don't look at Nie Feng's calm appearance, but intense flames are constantly surging in his chest.

  During this time, Nie Feng was having a streak of bad luck. First, he closed himself off for several days to prepare for breaking through to the 9th rank of Tongling, but ended up failing. To make matters worse, he was ridiculed by his peers who had just entered the stage of Rongling. Returning home in a huff, Nie Feng then heard that Nie Kong's illness had completely disappeared and his cultivation had greatly increased, rendering the plans he had made before closing himself off completely useless. Wasn't this equivalent to slapping him in the face?

  Being slapped in the face by a former invalid, where can he put his face? Moreover, nowadays among the younger generation of the Nie family, almost everyone knows that Nie Fengxing has a crush on Huamei. If he doesn't get Huamei, this will definitely become someone else's laughing stock again.

  "The Third Master has also arrived."

  Nie Kong seemed to have not seen Nie Feng's expression, and thought of Nie Feng's habit of going to the "Ice Flame Cave" for closed-door cultivation at the end of every month. He smiled and said: "Third Young Master has been in seclusion in the Ice Flame Cave for several days, he must have successfully broken through to the Ninth Rank of Tongling, and the Lingyun Realm is just around the corner."

  "Hmm!"

  Nie Feng's pupils constricted, and his cheeks twitched slightly. The three Wu Tong stood behind Nie Feng, looking at Nie Kong with eyes full of schadenfreude, as if saying, "You're done for, kid, you're really done for."

  Nie Kong took one look at the expressions of these few people and knew that Nie Feng Xing's seclusion this time would likely be fruitless. His words had apparently struck a sore spot. However, Nie Kong didn't mind; there was no room for reconciliation between him and Nie Feng Xing anyway, so offending him a bit more made no difference.

  "Martial Child."

  Nie Feng suppressed the urge to smash Nie Kong's smiling face, took a deep breath, slightly shook his head, and suddenly spoke up. In his heart, he was secretly thinking: As a renowned Ninth-Grade Spirit Master, stooping to fight with this trash would be beneath him. Even if he won, it would only bring ridicule. You owe me a bottle of "Rejuvenating Dew", don't you? Let's see how I'll toy with you to death this time. This time, what I want is not just a pretty face!

  Wu Tong heard the order and hastily stepped forward half a step, his face sinking: "Nie Kong, let's not waste words, I suppose you already know the purpose of Third Young Master's visit?"

  Nie Kong hesitated slightly: "Third Young Master, are you here for the 'Resurrection Dew'?"

  Wu Tong stared intently at Nie Kong, and finally found a hint of hidden tension in his expression, feeling secretly pleased. He thought to himself, "I knew it, this guy's calmness is just an act!" Wu Tong sneered coldly, "If I'm not mistaken, didn't you say last time that you would return a bottle of 'Huichunlu' to Third Young Master?"

  "I will return it." Nie Kong smiled cautiously.

  "Alright, bring out the 'Huishenlu' then." Wu Tong sneered, silently cursing: Pretentious! You damn well keep pretending! Thinking you can fool your way through this.

  "Th...". A glimmer of struggle flashed across Nie Kong's eyes, and his straight waist slightly arched down, saying, "Really want to take it out?"

  "Bring it out!" Seeing Nie Kong's appearance, Wu Tong finally had a bit of triumphant feeling and stretched out his hand with a flourish, dissipating half of the pent-up energy that had been building up for days.

  "Th...then I really took it out?" Nie Kong's waist bent even more.

  "Bring it out!" Wu Tong shouted.

  "I... I really took it..."

  "Take it!" Haha, can't hold it in anymore? Wu Tong is extremely pleased, all the pent-up frustration swept away.

  "I really took it." Nie Kong gritted his teeth and said.

  "Come on, come on, hurry up and take it out!" Er Lin and San Mu were also thrilled, and they couldn't help but tease from behind, laughing and joking.

  "Nie Kong, I think you're done for." Wu Tong said with a strange and eerie smile. In his eyes, Nie Kong was like a small fish that had jumped onto the shore, struggling in its death throes. He thought he could crush the little fish flat or round, as he pleased.

  Seeing this scene, Nie Fengxing's mouth corners rose even higher, with a scornful smile revealing itself. He thought that this little goods would die of stubbornness, but didn't expect it to reveal its true nature so quickly. Life is indeed... as desolate as snow! However, thinking about Hua Mei's absolutely beautiful face and delicate figure, Nie Fengxing's heart, which was as desolate as snow, began to burn with passion once again.

  "I really...really took it, you guys...don't regret it..." Nie Kong's chest was sunken and his back was hunched, stuttering.

  "Take it, take it, we don't regret." Wu Tong's face was full of mockery, while Er Lin and San Mu squeezed their eyebrows and made eyes at Nie Kong, laughing until they became two big dumplings.

  "I've taken it out, Huichunlu... Here!"

  Nie Kong suddenly smiled, his right hand wiped across his chest, and his waist straightened instantly. On the palm of his hand, a small jade bottle appeared, only about the size of a thumb.

  "This is the 'Rejuvenating Dew'? You think I'm a three-year-old kid, and you can fool me with this bottle of 'Rejuvenating Dew' that Third Young Master gave you? Haha, it's really laughable..." Wu Tong burst out laughing, and snatched the small jade bottle from Nie Kong's hand. The stopper was pulled out with a "thud", and a thick, mysterious fragrance wafted out. Wu Tong's face stiffened, as if he were a duck whose neck had been suddenly pinched, and his laughter came to an abrupt halt.

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