Chapter 82: News of the Blazing Sun Fruit
“Wind Sweeps the Withered Lotus!” Zhao Feng spoke calmly.
Red Square frowned and pondered, “Such a poetic name.”
Zhao Feng’s tone grew wistful. “Indeed. The creator of this move was an extraordinary woman. You may be remarkable yourself, but compared to her, you are worlds apart.”
Red Square’s mood instantly soured. “Hmph! How dare you compare me with another woman!”
Zhao Feng’s face turned cold, his voice icy. “She is not merely another woman.”
Red Square furrowed her brow, staring at him intently. “Why are you so temperamental?”
He shot her a frosty glance. “Let’s get back to discussing our cooperation.”
Red Square was speechless.
She stretched lazily. “You just mentioned there’s good news and bad news. What are they?”
Zhao Feng didn’t waste words. “The good news is, I’ve heard of everything listed here, I’ve seen them all, and I’ve even used them.”
Red Square was amazed. “Used? Seen? I haven’t even heard of them!”
“And the bad news?”
Zhao Feng drew a deep breath. “The bad news is that these items cannot be found in the mortal world.”
Red Square frowned, a hint of disappointment in her heart. “We could search for them, though. If we look carefully, we’ll find something.”
Zhao Feng shook his head resolutely. “We won’t find them.”
Red Square’s expression darkened; she glared at him fiercely.
She inhaled deeply, hesitating.
Zhao Feng raised his brow. “What’s wrong? Why the hesitation?”
Red Square bit her lip, finally deciding to speak. “I’ve seen the Sunflare Fruit.”
“What?” Zhao Feng was utterly shocked.
He stared at her in disbelief. “Are you serious?”
Red Square’s cheeks flushed. “I’m not sure if it’s real. I only saw a photograph.”
Zhao Feng extended his right hand. “Show me the photo.”
“All right.” Red Square pulled out a photo from her bosom and tossed it to him.
Zhao Feng caught it and glanced at it, instantly stunned. “Is this truly the Sunflare Fruit?”
“However…” Zhao Feng, having calmed down, began to frown.
Red Square looked hopeful. “However, what?”
He sighed. “The fruit isn’t ripe yet.”
“Not ripe?”
“That’s right.”
Red Square’s face turned grim. “How could that happen?”
Zhao Feng came over and patted her shoulder. “Having something is better than nothing. At least we have a clue. The fact that there’s a Sunflare Fruit in the mortal world is already astonishing.”
“Perhaps we’ll find others.”
“Really?” Red Square asked.
At this moment, Red Square’s mind seemed to revert to that of a little girl.
Zhao Feng nodded. “By the way, where did you see this Sunflare Fruit? Let’s retrieve it.”
Red Square touched her nose. “In America.”
“America?”
“Yes.”
Zhao Feng frowned. “That’s so far away. Tell me more.”
Red Square smiled. “It’s an auction specifically organized for extraordinary individuals. When I made my debut in the cultivator circle, I claimed to be a first-stage Qi Refiner, so I received an invitation.”
Zhao Feng was surprised. “I didn’t expect you to be so shrewd.”
Red Square rolled her eyes.
Zhao Feng stroked his chin. “When does the auction begin?”
“In a week.”
“Good. We’ll set out in a week.”
Red Square nodded earnestly. “Agreed.”
The shrill ringing of Zhao Feng’s phone suddenly broke the silence, startling him.
He took out his phone and saw Xia Lin’s name on the screen.
Just as he was about to answer, a head leaned over.
Zhao Feng rolled his eyes, seeing Red Square peering curiously at his phone.
He flicked her forehead.
Red Square instantly covered her head, pouting. “What was that for?”
Zhao Feng sighed. “You’re invading my privacy.”
“Go to hell!”
“I—” Zhao Feng nearly burst out swearing in exasperation.
Ignoring her, Zhao Feng pressed answer.
“Hello? What is it?” Zhao Feng’s magnetic voice was cool.
On the other end, a languid voice replied, “You left in such a hurry, I haven’t given you the real estate manager’s contact yet.”
“Oh!” Zhao Feng smacked his forehead. “I forgot. Send it to me now.”
Xia Lin rolled over. “Sure, but the condition is ten massages.”
Zhao Feng rolled his eyes. “Do you think I’m your beast of burden?”
“I don’t care!”
“One time,” Zhao Feng said firmly.
“No.”
“Take it or leave it.”
“All right, all right!” Xia Lin relented. “Once will do.”
“Hmph!” Zhao Feng snorted triumphantly. “Little minx, I can handle you easily.”
Xia Lin rolled her eyes. “I’ve sent the contact to your WeChat. Check it.”
“Okay!”
The line beeped as Zhao Feng promptly hung up.
Red Square curiously leaned in. “Was that Xia Lin?”
“None of your business,” Zhao Feng snapped.
“Hmph!”
Red Square snorted angrily.
Zhao Feng took out his phone. “Let’s exchange contact info and connect in a week.”
“Sure.”
After exchanging contacts, Zhao Feng turned and strode away, heading swiftly toward Little River Village.
He couldn’t stand to linger in this cemetery for another moment.
After Zhao Feng left, Red Square departed as well.
Zhao Feng ran all the way, drenched in sweat.
He wiped his brow. “I wish I could reach the Foundation Establishment stage soon—then I’d be able to fly!”
He looked forward to that day with longing.
When Zhao Feng finally returned home, it was already half past eleven at night.
His front gate was tightly locked.
Zhao Feng rolled his eyes, leapt lightly, and vaulted into the yard.
As he prepared to jump onto the second floor, he suddenly heard someone crying in a corner of the courtyard—a woman’s voice.
Zhao Feng broke out in cold sweat. “Damn it! Did something sinister follow me back?”
He didn’t dare turn around, much less look back.
Suddenly, a hand rested on his shoulder.
“Ah!” Zhao Feng shrieked, jumping up in fright.
“Xiao Feng, it’s me!”
The voice was familiar.
“Sister Xiang Lan? Is that you?”
She nodded. “Yes, it’s me.”
“Phew!” Zhao Feng exhaled in relief and slowly turned.
“Sister Xiang Lan, it’s so late—why are you crying in the courtyard?”
She shook her head. “It’s nothing. I’m just in a bad mood.”
Zhao Feng frowned. “If something’s troubling you, just tell me. I’ll help however I can.”
Xiang Lan nodded. “I know. But this time, you can’t help.”
Zhao Feng frowned. “What is it? I don’t believe there’s anything I can’t handle.”
He spoke with unwavering resolve.