Volume 1: The Ghost Hand's Sharp Edge is Hidden 013 It's Easy to Knock You Down

  "We can't have it then." She gave Tang Zihao a look, indicating that he should return the item to its owner.

  Tang Zihao pouted and reluctantly looked at the bottle in her hand, then saw Tang Xin looking at her, so she handed it over: "My sister doesn't want it, I'll return it to you!"

  Upon seeing this, Emperor Xian's eyes flickered slightly as he glanced at her, took the bottle from her, and said, "If you need any help in the future, you can find me." With that, he turned around and left.

  "Huh?"

  Tang Xin looked at his departing figure with a strange gaze, thinking to herself, what did he mean? Could it be that he thought she couldn't cultivate and felt sympathy for her?

  As night fell, as the guests in front left one after another, Tang Zhengyu and Bai Yan came to Tang Xin's yard together. As soon as they entered the yard, they saw her sitting on the swing tied by Tang Zihao, swinging gently. The two exchanged a glance and walked over.

  "Sweetheart."

  "Dad, Mom, how did you get here?" She jumped down from the swing and ran towards them.

  "Let's see if you're asleep." Táng Zhèngyǔ bent down and picked her up, smiling and asking: "What are you thinking about by yourself?"

  She wrapped her arms around Father's neck and asked with a smile: "Father, I was thinking why our place is called Dragon Soaring Continent? How big is this world? Are there many powerful people on the Dragon Soaring Continent?"

  "Haha, you! You're so young yet so bold. Questions that even Zihao hasn't asked before, you've managed to ask them." He exchanged a glance with Bai Yan beside him and smiled: "Since you want to know, then Father will tell you."

  "This world is vast and boundless, with many unknown places and things existing. We call this place the Dragon Ascending Continent because the shape of our region resembles a dragon. On the other side of the Dragon Ascending Continent, it's said that there's a place called the Tiger Roar Continent, where cultivators exist. It's rumored that the lifespan of a cultivator is several dozen times that of an ordinary person, and many times that of a martial artist who cultivates internal energy. However, we've never seen a cultivator appear on our side."

  Upon hearing this, she blinked her eyes and said: "Why don't we just go take a look?"

  "Hehe, it's not that easy." Bai Yan smiled lightly and said: "Between the two continents lies the Minghai region, I've heard it's extremely perilous. Even a martial artist with 500 jin of strength wouldn't dare to go to such a place."

  "So, does that mean those people over there are all very powerful?"

  "Silly girl, we call them fairies. Tell me, are fairies fierce or not?" Tang Zhengyu gently scratched her nose and said, "Alright, you go to sleep obediently and don't think too much in that little head of yours." With that, he finally put her down, and the two of them left the courtyard together.

  "Practitioner of the Dao? Immortal?" She murmured softly, gazing up at the starry sky above her head, stretched her waist and was about to head back into the house when she suddenly felt a chill wind sweep past, turned around, and couldn't help but jump in fright.

  "Wow! You, you, you, how are you here?"

  Under the night, Mo Chenfeng, dressed in black, stood with his hands clasped together at his chest and leaned against the corner of the wall, coldly gazing at her. He appeared like a ghost in her courtyard, startling her so much that she almost died of fright.

  "He who does no evil has no fear at midnight."

  His indifferent voice had a hint of sensuality in the darkness, and he glanced at her clutching her chest in surprise, with an almost imperceptible curl of his lips: "Looks like you've been doing too many things that weigh on your conscience."

  Tang Xin raised an eyebrow: "What are you doing here in the middle of the night? If you have something to say, just say it, don't beat around the bush."

  "Let's see if you have the talent to cultivate, or will you hide in your quilt and cry." He walked over, casually sizing up her courtyard: "It seems that Mr. and Mrs. Tang treat you well."

  When she heard this, Tang Xin smiled strangely and took a needle from her skirt to play with it. The needle, which was shining brightly in the dark, inexplicably emitted a chill, causing Mu Chenfeng's phoenix eyes to narrow slightly.

  "It's still early anyway, why don't we have some fun?" She smiled brightly, her exceptionally shining eyes gleaming with mischief.

  "I'll accompany you!" He also wanted to know what other skills she had!

  But he didn't expect that as soon as the words left his mouth, she had already moved, her red figure flashing at an extremely fast speed, like a ghostly shadow sweeping past. He only felt a gust of night wind brush against his side, and his arm transmitted a sharp pain, yet it was also numb to the bone, leaving him shocked beyond measure. Quickly, he countered with a palm wind, retreating in body shape, and when he looked again, she was provocatively raising that thin needle in her hand.

  "Actually! I could have knocked you down with one shot, but it's no fun if you fall down. So I'll just give you a little sweetness to taste, how about that? This sour and painful feeling isn't bad, is it?"

  "One needle can knock me down?" He raised an eyebrow, with a gleam in his phoenix-like eyes, but his expression showed that he didn't believe her boastful words.

  "Don't you believe me?" She smiled with narrowed eyes, her gaze shifting as she spoke, "How about this? I don't want you to keep coming over and causing trouble every other day either. Let's make a bet - if I can knock you down with one needle, then you're not allowed to bother me or my family again. What do you say?"

  "What if it's in my hands?"

  "That's simple, I'll follow you, and you can take care of me."

  "Good! Uh...... you...... cheated!"

  He glared at her with anger in his eyes, but before darkness fell, he only saw her cunning and triumphant smile, as bright as a flower.

  "Heh heh, you can't blame me for this. A fair fight between us, how could I possibly be your match? If it wasn't for the unexpected, wouldn't I have fallen into your hands already? I'm just a kid, you should go easy on me, don't you know?" She squatted beside him, patting his face and talking to herself.

  Just the next moment, she frowned and stared at Mu Chenfeng who was lying on the ground.

  "This is so heavy, how can I move it?" A flash of inspiration, eyes lit up: "I've got it."

  She ran into the house, grabbed a quilt and came out to cover him: "See how kind I am, helping you cover with a quilt. If it weren't for this acupuncture point being pierced by a needle, you wouldn't be able to wake up for a while, and you wouldn't have to sleep in this open courtyard."

  After dealing with the wind on the ground, she stretched her waist, yawned, and also walked into the house.

  Around the fifth watch, Wu Xian was woken up by the cold wind in the outer courtyard where he was covered with a quilt. In March, the weather was chilly in the early morning and at night, and although he had a quilt on him, his hands and feet were still frozen.

  "Damn it!" he cursed, and suddenly let out another sneeze.

  He threw off the quilt on his body, got up and walked towards the room. With a push, the door was locked from inside. Just as he was about to use his sword to pry open the door, Tang Xin's sleepy voice came from inside.