Chapter 82: Ling Feng, the Most Devoted Creature in the World

Chapter 82: Ling Feng, the Most Devoted Creature in the World

The woman made of dry wood pointed at Du Changheng, who was lying on the ground, and asked in a sinister and icy tone, "Are you going to help him?"

Qin Ruan was decisive and shook her head, "I won't help."

She didn't want to get involved in the matter between the woman and Du Changheng.

Hearing this, the woman made of dry wood's dangerous and eerie gaze faded away.

Before she could relax, Qin Ruan's red lips parted again, "Ling Feng, it's not easy for you to cultivate. Are you sure you want to waste your hundreds of years of cultivation on a man like him?"

Her words pierced through the woman made of dry wood, Ling Feng's heart.

In the southern region, there is a ghost named Maple Tree, and the old Maple Tree spirit takes the form of a human, also known as Ling Feng.

Ling Feng is one of the most devoted and peculiar creatures in the world.

Legend has it that Ling Feng was a maple tree that lived in the world for many years, and one day she turned into a human form. She couldn't find the person who planted her, and since the tree couldn't move, she had to stay under the tree every day, hoping that he would return one day.

As such a devoted creature, ancient scholars and beauties have written many touching poems for her.

However, the woman made of dry wood in front of them was not the pitiable Ling Feng of ancient times.

She had been in human form for hundreds of years and had a cultivation level much higher than that of ordinary evil spirits.

What's rare is that she hadn't harmed anyone yet and didn't have any blood on her hands.

"It's actually Ling Feng!" Qiao Jiu exclaimed.

Both she and her master could tell that the woman was made of tree, but they didn't expect her to be the most devoted Ling Feng in the world.

Ling Feng's blood-red eyes trembled slightly, and the red light in her eyes gradually diminished, becoming black and white.

She stared at Xiao Mei, who was kneeling at her feet, with a mocking expression.

Then she looked at Du Changheng, who was lying on the ground, pretending to be dead after being kicked by Qin Ruan.

Ling Feng reached out and stroked her hair, which changed from dry wood to shiny black strands as her eyes changed.

A clean smile appeared on her face, and she looked at Qin Ruan and asked, "Are you interested in hearing a story?"

In two hours, the densely wooded Qishan Mountain will be fully illuminated, and she does not want to waste any more time here.

Ling Feng said, "There is a long story behind my feelings, but I'll try to keep it brief."

Qin Ruan nodded lightly and replied, "I am honored to hear it."

Ling Feng performed an ancient noble etiquette towards her and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Miss."

Qin Ruan fell silent and waited patiently.

Ling Feng began to speak slowly.

Hundreds of years ago, when Ling Feng first awakened her spiritual intelligence, she knew that she was a maple tree that had been in existence for a hundred years.

She grew up in a dense forest, relying on the essence of heaven and earth to survive.

In the vast and dense forest, only she had awakened her spiritual intelligence. Day after day, she began to feel lonely and even fantasized about the outside world.

One day, a handsome scholar passed by.

He saw her and was very fond of her, admiring the maple leaves that covered the entire tree. He even wrote a beautiful poem for her on the spot.

Unfortunately, they only spent a short half day together.

The scholar left, and Ling Feng missed him deeply.

He was the first person she had ever met.

He was also the only person who spoke to her, wrote a poem for her, and even touched her trunk and praised her stems and leaves.

In her daily yearning, Ling Feng one day transformed into a human form.

She could finally go and find the scholar.

The scholar went to the capital to take the imperial examination, and he became the second-place scholar. He was rumored to be favored by the holy woman and would soon marry a princess.

Ling Feng did not understand these worldly matters. She only loved the scholar and went to find him, wanting to be with him.

Ling Feng held a pure and unrestrained love for the scholar, while the scholar was smitten by her beauty.

As a precious spirit in the mountains, she had absorbed the essence of heaven and earth for hundreds of years. After taking on human form, her graceful figure and facial features were all perfect.

No man could resist Ling Feng's pure and unrestrained love.

(End of Chapter)