Chapter 1191: Chapter 1090: Treating the Wing Spine
Tang Feng found the Beautiful Pavilion Master’s expression quite amusing.
The feeling of being entangled in one’s own web must not be pleasant.
It seems I was overthinking it, thought my handsome charm attracted her, turns out she came looking for a guard.
Alright, self-inflicted romantic delusion.
Luckily the target is Su Miaoying, otherwise, that interaction just now would have been a blow.
While beautiful women are nice, they’re not yours, which isn’t a great feeling at all.
At least Tang Feng hasn’t experienced that, usually, the ones he fancies, he’s been able to win over.
Sometimes I really want to experience failure to see what it feels like.
Would it be heartache or heartbreak, or perhaps no feeling at all?
Given my current mental realm, it might genuinely be indifferent.
Of course, it’s better not to try; obviously, it’s not a good thing.
In the afternoon, Tang Feng went to eat on the second floor, ordered a table full of good dishes, stunning the guests around.
The dishes in this tavern are expensive; generally, who dares to be so extravagant, especially if their financial condition isn’t very good, even the wealthy would be mindful.
Usually, people only come here to entertain, never alone.
Hence the envy, and a bit of jealousy, can he eat all that food?
Someone couldn’t resist.
“Hey buddy, how about we share a meal?” they said, bringing over a bottle of wine, and another person followed, clearly looking to mooch a meal.
“Scram!” Tang Feng shouted at them, strangers, why should he share, the shout nearly knocked them over.
“Damn, what’s the big deal.” They returned to their own table, feeling their faces burning under the eyes of the crowd.
What shame.
Embarrassed over a mere bite, just greedy, now they made fools of themselves.
One person snapped at their companion.
You have the nerve, then why did you follow me here?
Weren’t you the one who told me to come?
Just because I told you, you had to come?
Fine, don’t call me your brother from now on.
One of them got up, glanced at Tang Feng, and left.
What nonsense.
Another stayed behind, continued drinking and eating, but was distressed, for pride’s sake, he upset his brother, likely ending their friendship.
Not worth it.
Glaring at Tang Feng, he planned revenge; only he didn’t dare act rashly, unable to gauge Tang Feng’s cultivation.
Tang Feng could guess the guy’s thoughts but didn’t care.
A while later, the Beautiful Director arrived; she changed her dress, hair still wet, freshly washed, a waft of fragrance made Tang Feng take a deep whiff, “How fragrant.”
“Fragrant but you can’t eat it.”
“True, can’t eat, but looking alone is satisfying, no need to eat. Beautiful, you’re dressed so nicely, how dare I walk with you.” Tang Feng said, causing nearby guests to tease.
Everyone knew the pavilion master was a city-renowned beauty, just surprised somebody conquered her, really envy, a woman like her is simply breathtaking.
“Didn’t expect such a charming figure, yet your words are so frivolous, do you only see my exterior?” the Beautiful Director retorted.
“Yes, I couldn’t see your inner self, though I’d really like to.” Tang Feng replied, staring down to her neckline.
Unfortunately, saw nothing, feeling his gaze, the Beautiful Director was tense, unconsciously placing hands in front to shield certain features.
“Kid, don’t provoke me, or else I won’t show mercy.” The female hall master finally snapped.
“You do know you’re elder sis, get me a bottle of wine.”
Onlookers were envious, how come he’s so lucky.
She’s as divine as their goddess.
And she’s been taken, how can anyone stand that?
“Pavilion Master, come over, let us entertain you.”
“Thanks everyone, but this is my younger brother, don’t misunderstand.” The Beautiful Director fetched a fine wine bottle.
“Shall I pour it for you?”
“That would be great, thank you.” Tang Feng smiled.
The Beautiful Director was speechless, first time meeting such a thick-skinned fellow.
“Don’t worry, I’ll inform you of the reason afterward.” Tang Feng said.
The Beautiful Director helplessly poured him a glass.
Tang Feng gestured her to sit down, “Hand over to me.”
What for!
Instinctively she resisted but was a step too late, Tang Feng caught her hand, shocking nearby diners.
So bold—if she screamed, they’d definitely rush to help.
But she didn’t.
She wanted to call out, but Tang Feng touched on her anxiety, silencing her.
“Can it be remedied?”
“Of course, especially since it’s me, just a minor issue.” Tang Feng reassured.
The Beautiful Director didn’t buy it, sought many Immortal Doctors, to no avail, visited big cities, all fruitlessly, if Tang Feng hadn’t mentioned it, she’d almost forgotten.
“Really a solution?” Honestly, she wasn’t too hopeful.
“Dismiss it if you don’t believe.” Tang Feng released her hand, wordless.
Unexpectedly, the pavilion master stood up, gently leaned against Tang Feng, “Don’t be mad, I believe you, how should I proceed.”
“Let me finish eating first.” Tang Feng leisurely said, but she was impatient.
Repressed for so long, finally hearing of a treatment chance, her mood was restless.
She knew Tang Feng was doing it on purpose.
So she pinched Tang Feng lightly and left.
Tang Feng blinked, was that a signal to follow?
Alright, he followed her into her room.
A girl’s room is different, stepping in felt warm, a woman’s room holds invisible gentleness.
For men, infinitely alluring.
The Beautiful Director untied her belt, stunned Tang Feng by instantly undoing all restraints.
On her back ribs, two wing spine-like protrusions, ointments applied, sealed by a faint prohibition, yet recently no longer contained.
“Did you eat something wrong?” Tang Feng noticed the wing spines attached over her, not fused, wanting to consume her.
Ultimately achieving its rebirth.
As for what it was, Tang Feng truly never seen.
Let me check your front.
The Beautiful Director turned her body.
Tang Feng stared, unblinking.
The pavilion master shyly coughed, Tang Feng regained sense, “Your body’s simply perfect, honestly, were it not for my self-control, I’d have pounced.”
“Am I that good?” she blushed.
“Even better than imagined, who’d have thought such a majestic figure beneath clothes.” Tang Feng admired.
“You’re quite the talker, I’ve become embarrassed.”
Tang Feng didn’t quite see her embarrassment, changed the subject, “I’m about to start, might hurt a bit, bear with it.”
Tang Feng first deactivated the wing spines’ prohibition with needles.
Once undone, they grew wildly, quickly stretching muscles, attempting to devour the female hall master’s meridians, terrifying indeed—had it not met Tang Feng, within five years, she would be fused with it.
She’d be half-human, half-demon, shunned by humans and the Demon Clan, her fate unimaginable.