NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 122: Cleaning Immortal Arts?
After dealing with Yan Jie, Feng Fan closed the door and opened the sack to inspect its contents.
"Wow, what grade are these spiritual qi stones?" he murmured, his eyes widening at the sight of ten spiritual qi stones inside.
"Could these be... high-grade?" he wondered, his eyebrows shooting up in astonishment. "Damn, not even the elders in my sect have high-grade qi stones. This Dao Seeking School is filthy rich!"
He grabbed two stones and slipped them into his space ring, leaving the remaining eight in the sack. Placing the sack on a wooden chair, he turned and made his way back to the second floor.
'Since I helped her with the mission, it's only fair to take a reward for myself,' he thought with a smirk.
He took another pill from the batch Long Liu had given him and resumed his cultivation.
Fourteen days passed without interruption, and Feng Fan could feel he was inching closer and closer to the 6th stage.
On the fifteenth day, however, his peaceful routine was shattered as the door burst open with a deafening bang.
"FENG FAN!" a furious voice roared from the doorway. It was Luo Rong, her expression blazing with anger. "I'm going to kill you!"
Feng Fan's eyes snapped open, alarmed by her sudden outburst.
"Miss Luo, calm down!" he said hastily, raising his hands in defense. "Whatever you think I did, let's talk it out first!"
Luo Rong stopped mere inches from Feng Fan, releasing her aura without holding back. The oppressive energy bore down on him like a mountain, but Feng Fan calmly circulated his cultivation technique, dispersing the pressure with ease.
Her eyes widened in surprise for a brief moment, though she quickly masked it with a scowl.
"Then explain to me why the entire sect is gossiping that you're my lover!"
Feng Fan coughed lightly, trying to maintain his composure.
"Miss Luo, I swear, I'm innocent! Your junior sister, Yan Jie, came here to deliver your reward from your master. I clearly told her we were just friends, but she jumped to her own conclusions. How could I possibly be at fault?"
At his explanation, Luo Rong's anger subsided noticeably. She knew her junior sister's tendency to gossip, especially about anything that even hinted at romance.
It wasn't surprising that Yan Jie had been the source of the rumors.
The problem was, Luo Rong adored her junior sister and couldn't bring herself to be angry at her. Since she couldn't place the blame on Yan Jie, she redirected her frustration toward Feng Fan instead.
Her expression turned stern. "It's still your fault. Since you didn't do enough to stop the rumors, you'll be responsible for cleaning this entire abode four times a month from now on!"
Feng Fan, who had overheard her thought process, was completely baffled. As for the so-called punishment, he didn't mind—it barely qualified as one.
"Senior Sister," he replied with a smirk, "if you didn't want such rumors to start, shouldn't you have placed me in another cave? I think the fault lies with you, not me."
"Any other cave I could arrange for you wouldn't have such a high spiritual qi density. Are you sure you want me to find you another place?" Luo Rong said, a disdainful smile tugging at her lips.
"Ah, Senior Sister, you're truly magnanimous," Feng Fan replied, "even with your reputation taking a hit, you still insist on helping your poor junior brother. What a kind and selfless person you are!" Fake tears glistened in his eyes as he exaggeratedly clasped his hands in gratitude.
Luo Rong rolled her eyes. "When you're done cleaning, I want to see my reflection on the floor."
Feng Fan glanced down at the grey stone floor beneath him. Even if he scrubbed away every speck of dust, it was clearly impossible to make it reflective.
"Senior Sister… I don't think that's possible."
"How is that my problem?" She retorted, placing her hands on her hips.
Feng Fan sighed inwardly. 'When someone decides to be unreasonable, there's no stopping them,' he thought.
"Alright, where can I find the tools for cleaning?" He asked.
"Tools?" Luo Rong raised an eyebrow. "Why would you need tools? Here, take this."
She pulled a parchment from her space ring and tossed it toward Feng Fan.
Feng Fan unfolded the parchment, his eyes landing on the title written at the top: Cleaning Immortal Arts.
He blinked, completely dumbfounded. "This... is a technique for cleaning? Seriously?"
Luo Rong gave him a strange look, as if his question was absurd. "Of course. Don't tell me you were planning to use a broom? Just learn it and get to work."
Luo Rong descended the stairs and headed to her bed to begin cultivating. Meanwhile, Feng Fan spent a few minutes studying the Cleaning Immortal Arts before deciding to give it a try.
He pointed his hand toward the wall, channeling his spiritual qi. A faint glow spread over the surface, and when the energy dissipated, the targeted area was noticeably cleaner than the surrounding wall.
"Wow, this is really effective... but it feels kind of weird," he muttered, staring at his hand and the spotless section of the wall.
Starting with the second floor, Feng Fan got to work. Before long, the entire area was sparkling. He paused to look at the floor and admired his own reflection in its surface.
"Who would've thought it was actually possible to see my reflection? Not bad," he said with a satisfied grin.
With the second floor complete, Feng Fan headed downstairs. There, he saw Luo Rong cultivating, her serene expression focused as she absorbed spiritual qi.
Watching her tranquil beauty, his thoughts drifted to Xue Qiang. Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire
His chest tightened slightly at the memory of her. 'Ah, I miss that crazy girl. Four months… this will be the longest I've gone without seeing her since she transferred to my school back on Earth.'
He then thought of Qian Xiaoli and Huang Xue. 'Should I… go back to the Qian Empire?' He wondered, the thought lingering in his mind.