As the saying goes, if one commits too many unscrupulous deeds, retribution will eventually catch up. As Feng Lingjun struggled down the mountain with a trembling body, he finally regretted it.
Just four hours earlier, he and his junior brother, Wang Zizhao, had been pursuing a remnant of a demonic cult, chasing the individual to the foot of Wangchun Mountain. Wangchun Mountain had a spring-like climate all year-round, with tall, broad-leaved trees densely packed together, making it nearly impossible to spot someone hiding within, just like trying to find a needle in a haystack.
Fortunately, they had pursued closely. After considerable effort, they managed to locate the remnant.
This remnant was not a minor figure within the demonic cult; he was quite notorious in the martial world and possessed formidable skills. However, Feng Lingjun and Wang Zizhao were the two most outstanding disciples under the sect master of the largest martial arts sect, Yunhua Sect. They were renowned for their high talent and deep mastery of the sect master’s teachings. At a young age, they had already made a name for themselves, it was relatively easy for them to deal with this demonic cult remnant.
Once the task was completed, Wang Zizhao subdued the man by sealing his acupoints and tied him to a large tree. He turned to Feng Lingjun and asked, “Senior Brother, how should we deal with this scoundrel? Should we just kill him?”
Feng Lingjun replied, “Have you brought the medicine?”
Wang Zizhao looked puzzled. “What medicine?”
Feng Lingjun smiled slightly. “The Hundred Days Red.”
Wang Zizhao: “……”
What is “Hundred Days Red”? It is an aphrodisiac concocted personally by Young Master Wang. The effects of this medicine are extremely peculiar. When it was first created, he didn’t dare test it on a human, so Wang Zizhao had a sudden idea—he used it on a dog. The dog was a male, and after being drugged, it went off to mate with another male dog. The two dogs tangled together, and the scene was so intense that those watching were left dumbfounded.
Wang Zizhao later told this incident as a joke to Feng Lingjun. Feng Lingjun knew about his medicine-making activities, as the two brothers-in-arms had long been thick as thieves, secretly causing mischief on many occasions. Especially after visiting brothels together, they would exchange insights and experiences not meant for the light of day.
In short, both Feng Lingjun and Wang Zizhao were licentious rogues, but they maintained the noble and virtuous image of elder disciples from a prestigious sect on the surface, not revealing their true selves.
When Feng Lingjun heard about the medicine and asked its name, Wang Zizhao replied, “Hundred Days Red.” When Feng Lingjun asked for the reason, Wang Zizhao gave a sly smile and said, “It makes one ‘bloom’ for a hundred days, doesn’t that match its effects perfectly?”
Although that was the explanation, no one truly knew how effective “Hundred Days Red” was. Could its effects on a male dog be the same as on a person? No one had ever tested it.
Neither Wang Zizhao nor Feng Lingjun were willing to try it themselves. Neither of them had any interest in men and found the idea distasteful. “Why would I be interested in men when soft and delicate women are much better?” they thought.
Because of this, “Hundred Days Red” has never been used on people. Feng Lingjun has always been curious about it, saw an opportunity today and decided to have some fun with this leftover rogue from the demonic cult.
Feng Lingjun quickly came up with a mischievous idea, but Wang Zizhao hesitated. “Senior brother, isn’t this.. too lacking in morality?”
“Yes, yes!” The man tied beneath the tree overheard and immediately chimed in agreement. Seeing no response from Feng Lingjun, he began to curse angrily, “Feng Lingjun! You claim to be a righteous martial artist, yet you’re actually doing such filthy deeds secretly! If you want to kill or torture me, just do it, but how can you humiliate me like this?”
“Bah,” Feng Lingjun sneered.
Feng Lingjun was handsome, with well-shaped eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips. His tall, elegant figure clad in flowing white robes with a long sword at his side as he roamed the martial world atop his white horse. He charmed countless female warriors and noble ladies.
Without wasting words, Feng Lingjun took the medicine bottle from Wang Zizhao, poured some of the powder into his palm, drew his sword, and took a few steps toward the man under the tree. The demonic cultist cursed him a few more times, but upon sensing danger, he changed his tone and began pleading, “Great Hero Feng, please have mercy! Great Hero Feng…!”
Feng’s sword flicked, and the man cried out as his shoulder was cut, a small wound opening up. Red powder slipped from Feng’s fingers and slowly fell into the wound.
Whatever sensation the man felt was likely quite unpleasant, as he was suddenly irritated. He managed to break free from the ropes binding him, violently charging at Feng with his shoulder in a desperate attempt to escape.
Feng Lingjun didn’t expect such an accident to occur. Just as he was about to dodge, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his arm. He had no idea where the man had pulled out a dagger from, but it was thrust toward his heart. Feng reacted quickly, avoiding a fatal blow, but his arm was still cut.
A small injury was nothing to worry about. Feng Lingjun didn’t even blink, but suddenly, the bleeding wound surprisingly stopped hurting and turned into a tingling sensation. He looked down in astonishment and found that the powder from the Hundred Days Red had actually gotten onto his arm, slowly dissolving and mixing with the bright red blood.
Feng Lingjun’s vision went dark for a moment as he furiously snatched the dagger, turning it around to deliver a fatal blow to the dying remnants of the demonic cult.
“Senior brother!”
“…It’s alright.”
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. By the time Wang Zizhao walked over, Feng Lingjun had already thrown away the dagger and adjusted his sleeves. He maintained a calm facade and instructed Wang Zizhao, “You take care of this person. I’ll go ahead.”
“Senior brother, where are you going?” Wang Zizhao hadn’t seen clearly just now and didn’t notice Feng Lingjun had been drugged.
Feng Lingjun, however, did not reply.
In fact, the effects of the Hundred Days Red medicine were intense; he had already started to feel weak in the legs and could barely stand. But he could not let his lifetime of reputation be ruined here. If Wang Zizhao knew about this, wouldn’t he laugh his teeth off?
…No, this isn’t right. Losing face is not a big deal, but losing one’s dignity is not.
Feng Lingjun struggled internally for a moment, then casually asked, “Junior Brother, is there an antidote for the hundred-day red?”
“No, there isn’t. What’s wrong, why are you asking about this, senior brother?” Wang Zizhao was oblivious, not noticing anything amiss, and even added fuel to the fire. “Hey, what antidote is needed for this? Just find a male dog— I mean a male person, no, a man, cough— Senior brother, hey, senior brother! Let me finish!”
“……”
Feng Lingjun flicked his sleeve and left, using his Qinggong1轻功 Lightness skill – The ability to lighten the body and move with great agility & swiftness. At high proficiency, practitioners of this skill can run across water, leap to the top of trees, or even glide through the air. to step lightly on the tree branches and swiftly fly into the distance.
