This woman who calls herself Ghost Hands Fong was already trapped inside the thumb ring when Lu Ting found it.

Ghost Hands Fong was able to teach her the ways of her Nine Heavens Ghost Acupuncture Needles, accelerating her cultivation.

It had convinced her that Ghost Hands Fong wasn't out to harm her.

She was also led to places with valuable spirit herbs by Ghost Hands Fong.

Which was why she was here in Hong Feng City, exploring the mountains for valuable spirit herbs.

Spirit herbs growing in the wild were rare.

They took hundreds of years to gain enough Spirit Qi to become spirit herbs.

You need lots of luck to be able to encounter one, but with Ghost Hands Fong, she was able to gather them frequently like normal herbs.

Lu Ting's cultivation went smoothly with the help of Ghost Hands Fong for some time until she stalled when she got to the Foundation Establishment Level.

Her chance of breaking through to Core Formation Level was alluring to her.

She tapped her fingers on the tabletop while she pondered.

Then, suddenly, Ghost Hands Fong's voice came into her mind again.

"There is someone watching you. Beware."

Lu Ting frowned, walked over to the door, and opened it.

What were her guards doing? She grumbled to herself.

The door opened and her guards were surprised to see her.

She glanced around and saw that there was no one else out in the corridor.

"I see no one."

"They are down at the dining area," Ghost Hands Fong replied.

Lu Ting waved at her guards and walked over to the staircase leading down to the dining area of the inn.

Down at the dining area, it was bustling with patrons chatting and enjoying their meals.

Many of them were chatting about how life was tougher with the shortage of supplies from outside the city.

Zhao Jia Rui was staring at Du Feng in front of her.

She had volunteered to check on Lu Ting, but he had to tag along.

Sima Ye ignored her protest as the other disciples were busy with other tasks from him.

When Du Feng gave her a smile, she instinctively squirmed her body and looked away.

She quickly glanced back at Du Feng when she saw Lu Ting's gaze on her.

Du Feng's eyes gleamed with excitement when he saw her looking back at him.

Maybe...this was his day, and she had finally appreciated what he had done for her?

His response made her disgusted, but she had no choice other than to keep quiet.

Step.

It was no use.

Zhao Jia Rui heard footsteps coming from behind and she glanced around.

"What a coincidence? I haven't met the Qing Feng Sect Master for some time. How is he doing nowadays?" Lu Ting gave her a smile and asked.

"Qing Feng Sect?" Zhao Jia Rui tried to deny that they were from the Qing Feng Sect.

They weren't dressed in their signature Qing Feng Sect cultivation robes, so she thought that she would be able to deny plausibility.

But Lu Ting gave her a smile and pointed at her sword on the table.

"Oh...this..." Zhao Jia Rui gave her a smile and cursed herself silently.

Their swords had the Qing Feng Sect insignia on their sheaths.

Zhao Jia Rui had no choice but to give Lu Ting an awkward laugh.

"We aren't on a mission, just travelling back to our homes."

"Ah. I see. Have a safe trip home. It's not peaceful out there, be careful." Lu Ting said and walked back to her room with her guards following her.

"It's all your fault." Zhao Jia Rui grabbed onto the teacup in front of her and wanted to throw it at Du Feng.

Her hand froze when she saw Du Feng's expression.

Du Feng was staring at Lu Ting while she walked up the staircase.

With every step she took, swaying her silk white robe, his eyes followed.

His gaze glanced at her feet up to her legs and...

Clank.

A teacup came onto his face, smashed into it and broke into pieces.

The chatters around them stopped and the patrons gasped.

But they just stopped for a moment before they got back to their chatters.

Lu Ting smirked at the commotion and took a glance back at Zhao Jia Rui and Du Feng.

"She is so..." Du Feng was mesmerized by the aura from Lu Ting.

She was perfect and so saintly in her white robe, he thought.

Lu Ting's cultivation had given her perfect skin complexion and health.

She was so different from...Zhao Jia Rui.

Maybe he had been wasting his time all along...he thought.

Zhao Jia Rui wasn't pleased with him and said, "What are you looking at!"

"Nothing. It's...It's none of your business." Du Feng replied.

That angered Zhao Jia Rui, and she stared at Lu Ting.

This bitch came and had mesmerized Du Feng without saying anything to him.

And Du Feng was worse.

He was such a pig without any self-control.

She shuddered to think that if she had taken him as her cultivation partner, she would have been cuckolded for God knows how many times.

Anger simmered in her.

She stood up and shouted at Du Feng.

"What are you waiting for!" Zhao Jia Rui turned around and waited for Du Feng to follow her as he always did.

There was no point for them to be there anymore after being busted by Lu Ting.

But Du Feng didn't budge and sat there admiring the figure of Lu Ting as she disappeared into the corridor of the guest rooms.

"Hmph." She didn't bother with him anymore and stormed out of the inn.

All these men are useless.

Falling for bitches like flies to honey, unlike him...

If only she knew the identity of the secret poet.

Zhao Jia Rui had heard the poems that Lin Xuan Qi had recited and was utterly impressed with them.

She had many ideas of who he was from the inspiration of his poems.

He must have been someone romantic and loyal to a sole lover.

"How deep the sorrow hearts must know?

"As endless rivers eastward flow."

She put her hands onto her chest and mumbled the last two lines of the poem from Lin Xuan Qi.

Zhao Jia Rui swore to herself that she would find out who the secret poet was.

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