“You’re just a member of the Demon Slaying Department. How can you possess treasures like the Spatial Ring?” Lan Ningshuang asked curiously.

“I have plenty of these things at home. Why? Don’t you have any?”

Her simple and calm words felt like a heavy blow to Lan Ningshuang’s heart.

She pursed her lips, not saying a word. The Spatial Ring was a precious item. Even the entire Liu family only had two of them. One was in the hands of Old Master Liu, and the other was with the current head of the Liu family. Even the young miss didn’t have such a thing. How could a sword attendant like her possess it?

Qin Feng looked at Cang Feilan, his eyes gleaming. This woman wasn’t just wealthy; she was like a moving treasure trove! He wondered if the keys he had on him could unlock the vault and allow him to share in her wealth and luxury.

No, this won’t do! I am a respectable transmigrator. I should achieve my dreams with my own hands! Wait, does this really contradict the idea of living off someone else?

Qin Feng fell into contemplation. Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed through the mountains, pulling him back to reality.

The three of them hurriedly looked towards the forest, where countless birds and beasts were fleeing, and the trees trembled.

Was this the terrifying beast in the Black Mist Forest? Qin Feng instinctively took a step back, his face slightly pale.

Without hesitation, Lan Ningshuang protected Qin Feng behind her.

Cang Feilan, on the other hand, looked at the forest with a pensive expression. The roar felt odd to her, and an instinctual aversion arose within her.

The disturbance came suddenly and disappeared quickly. Soon, the Black Mist Forest returned to its previous calm state.

The three of them relaxed a little. Lan Ningshuang said, “Young Master, let’s pick the fruits quickly. It’s not safe to stay here.”

Qin Feng nodded and said, “When you’re picking the Vermilion Fruits, be careful not to damage the outer skin. Pull them out along with their stems.”

As he spoke, he personally stepped forward to pick the fruits as a demonstration. Having grown up in the countryside in his previous life, he was used to helping with farm work, so he was quick and accurate in picking the peppers.

Qin Feng turned around, feeling quite pleased with himself. He was prepared to bask in the admiration of the two beautiful women.

However, the scene before him left him dumbfounded.

Lan Ningshuang wielded a long sword, effortlessly cutting down numerous Vermilion Fruits with white sword energy. In the blink of an eye, she had severed countless fruits.

Meanwhile, Cang Feilan seemed equally fierce. She drew two daggers from her waist, and in mere moments, she had knocked down even more Vermilion Fruits than Lan Ningshuang.

But this was just the beginning. The two women seemed to be competing secretly, their speed increasing rapidly. Before Qin Feng could react, a vast area of Vermilion Fruits had been completely harvested.

You guys are awesome, can’t mess with you, can I still escape?

Qin Feng silently stood up, planning to go to a more remote area to pick the fruits. However, as soon as he crouched down, he felt a strong gust of wind. When he snapped back to reality, the bush in front of him was stripped bare.

An hour later, as the sun began to set, the sky darkened. Qin Feng looked at the vast expanse of bare bushes before him, holding the Spatial Ring in his hand, feeling completely satisfied. With so many peppers, the hot pot plan could be executed perfectly!

“Lady Lan, Lady Cang, let’s go,” Qin Feng turned around, seeing the two beautiful women facing each other.

“Twenty-nine thousand three hundred twenty-seven trees,” Lan Ningshuang raised her eyebrows slightly.

“Thirty-one thousand two hundred four trees,” Cang Feilan said indifferently.

Whether it was his own illusion or not, Qin Feng felt that Miss Lan’s figure had suddenly become shorter.

Lonely Lin Ningshuang seemed to want to comfort herself through food, subconsciously picking up a bright red fruit from the ground and putting it in her mouth.

“Don’t!” Qin Feng wanted to warn her, but it was too late.

Then he saw Lin Ningshuang face turn red, sticking out her tongue, fanning herself with her hand continuously, and it took a long time before she stopped.

“Young master, why did you want to bring this thing back? It’s so disgusting,” Lin Ningshuang complained.

“This is called a Vermillion Red fruit. Generally, you can’t eat it directly. When we go back, I’ll make a soup with it. Then you’ll know what heavenly delicacy is”, Qin Feng said with a smile.

“No need,” Lin Ningshuang immediately refused, her mouth still filled with the pungent taste.

“Haha, just wait for the delicious warning” Qin Feng was not concerned at all; instead, he laughed and said, “It’s getting late. Let’s go back to Jinyang City.”

But at this moment, a sudden voice rang out: “No need to go back. Because today, all of you will die here.”

The three of them looked towards the voice and saw a burly figure wrapped in cloth strips entering their sight. It was Wang Meng, who had come to make trouble on their wedding day!

“You haven’t left yet?” Qin Feng frowned and asked.

“Naturally, I haven’t left. I still need to carry your head back to the Tang family for the reward,” Wang Meng’s face darkened, and a strong killing intent surrounded him.

Cang Feilan and Lin Ningshuang didn’t hesitate and stood in front of Qin Feng.

“Kid, your luck is not bad. You not only married to Liu Jianli, but you also have these two lovely girls to protect you. But do you naively think that with them, you can escape death?” Wang Meng’s words had just fallen when a loud explosion occurred.

He stomped on the shattered mountain road with his right foot and, using the reaction force, pounced like a fierce tiger. His right hand turned into a claw, aiming directly at Qin Feng’s neck, seemingly wanting to snap off the latter’s head in one strike!

Lin Ningshuang and the others naturally wouldn’t stand idly by.

A flash of swordlight, a white sword energy swept out, and it met the approaching hand. Wang Meng sneered, not dodging or evading, directly crushing the sword energy with his right hand.

Then he took a step forward, his left hand clenched into a fist, hitting Lin Ningshuang sword blade. With a roar, he instantly sent her flying.

At this moment, he was less than a yard away from Qin Feng. Within this yard, a Grade 6 Divine Martial Daoist trying to kill a Grade 9 Literature Saint Daoist was like squeezing an ant to death!

Wang Meng was about to make his move when suddenly he felt a sense of danger. Why did he see the blue-clothed girl disappear? At the same time, he felt a chill above his head, and without hesitation, he swiftly retreated.

With a crisp sound, a sharp dagger fell from above him, cutting off his bangs and easily piercing the rocks on the ground.

The three of them instantly returned to their previous positions, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

This brief and intense confrontation was truly thrilling. Qin Feng swallowed hard, his palms sweaty.

He began to analyze the current situation: the opponent was a sixth-grade warrior, proficient in gathering energy, and had not yet revealed any weapons. He had injuries on his body.

On our side, Miss Lan is in the seventh-grade realm of Hidden breath, with a sword intent of Heavy As Mountain. Although Miss Cang claims to follow the Hundred Ghosts Dao Lineage, she enjoys close combat. However, her strength is unquestionable.

We can win this battle! But the premise is that I, the burden, won’t hinder them.

Qin Feng smirked, realizing his limitations, and took a few steps back.