The First Summoner - Chapter 29

Shen Yan nodded.

“Choose whichever rooms you like.”

“Yes, Miss.”

Hongri asked carefully, “Miss, are you truly never returning to the Shen family?”

“Mm.”

Shen Yan did not like the Shen family, nor did she care to compete with Shen Xue over anything.

From beginning to end, her only goal had been to kill Shen Xue and Nangong Yu and avenge the body’s original owner.

Hongri and Yinyue exchanged a look, then stopped trying to persuade her.

The way the family head and elders treated their mistress had chilled even their hearts.

“Rest early.”

Shen Yan took the main room.

Knowing their own status, Hongri and Yinyue did not dare choose the finest chambers. But to care for Shen Yan promptly, they selected two rooms close to hers.

Night deepened.

There were no guards protecting the residence. Uneasy, Hongri and Yinyue decided to stand watch outside the main room.

Shen Yan sensed what they were doing and opened the door.

“Return to your rooms and sleep. Nothing will happen to me.”

Both maids shook their heads, clearly unconvinced.

Only after Shen Yan insisted did they finally leave.

Once they were gone, Shen Yan casually swept her gaze across several positions in the darkness.

Someone was secretly watching her.

Perhaps they intended to protect her.

Perhaps they intended to monitor her.

Shen Yan pretended to notice nothing and closed the door.

Then she entered her spatial domain.

What she saw surprised her.

The bewitching man was no longer sitting or lying on the couch.

He was standing.

Tall and straight-backed, he stood a full head above her.

His gaze swept over. The moment he saw her, a faint smile appeared on his handsome face, dangerously captivating.

He took a step.

In an instant, he was already standing before Shen Yan.

His sinister, alluring eyes studied her deeply. Blood-red lips parted.

“Shen Yan.”

She raised her head and looked at him.

Alarm rose in her heart. The aura of danger he carried was simply too intense.

A dazzling smile curved his lips.

“Are you truly Shen Yan?”

Her eyes shifted.

Outwardly, she remained calm. Inside, turmoil surged.

She frowned. “Why would I not be Shen Yan?”

Feng Xingyao said nothing.

He merely looked at her with an unreadable smile.

His gaze seemed able to see through every secret.

Warning bells screamed through Shen Yan’s mind.

Still, she did not speak again. She would only throw herself into confusion.

The man might be probing her deliberately.

With nothing more to say, Shen Yan ignored him and began practicing Meteor Flame Fist.

She could enter the spatial domain for only a short time each day.

Every moment mattered.

Feng Xingyao wandered through the domain.

His gaze settled on the dozens of medicine vials. He picked one up and examined it closely.

His eyes shifted.

He had never seen anything like it.

What was this object?

A line of strange markings ran across the bottle.

Shen Yan was practicing her fist technique when she noticed him holding the medicine from the corner of her eye.

Her heart tightened.

Feng Xingyao had already tested her identity once. She was now like a startled bird, unable to calm her emotions.

She abruptly halted her fist and strode toward him.

Before she could stop him from examining the vial, he asked first, “What are these markings?”

He pointed to the line printed on the bottle.

Shen Yan glanced down.

It was English.

Naturally, Feng Xingyao could not recognize it.

She lifted her eyes. “They are markings from Xiyang Kingdom.”

“Xiyang Kingdom?”

Feng Xingyao had never heard of it.

This was his first visit to Guiyuan Continent, so he did not know which kingdoms existed here.

After spending so many days inside the spatial domain, however, he understood the broad outline of Shen Yan’s life.

A good-for-nothing who had been simple-minded for years should not possess a space like this merely because she had regained her senses.

She should not have unknown healing medicines hidden inside it.

She had never awakened spiritual power, yet she could wield fire.

Everything about her was a mystery.

But there was another possibility…

Feng Xingyao stared deeply into her eyes.

“Then how did you obtain it?”

Shen Yan met his gaze without fear.

Then she suddenly seized his hand.

Feng Xingyao’s eyes turned cold. A lethal chill hid beneath their surface.

Ignoring it, Shen Yan lifted his arm and swiftly pushed his sleeve upward.

His pale wrist was exposed, smooth and clean.

Not a single trace of injury remained.

Shen Yan smiled faintly.

“Feng Xingyao, who are you?”

The coldness in his eyes deepened.

Then he raised one bewitching brow and laughed.

They stood opposed, each testing the other’s boundaries and secrets.

No blows were exchanged, yet sparks seemed to crackle violently between them.

“Shen Yan, you are very clever.”

There was admiration in his voice.

Feng Xingyao smiled. “I will ask no more.”

Shen Yan pulled his sleeve back down, then released his hand.

Not far away, Ninefold had taken human form.

He saw Shen Yan and Feng Xingyao standing face-to-face. More importantly, he happened to witness Shen Yan lowering Feng Xingyao’s sleeve.

His little eyes lit up.

Feng Xingyao had never allowed anyone to touch him before!

But now!

Master had adjusted his sleeve as naturally as could be—and the two of them had even held hands!

Ninefold covered his mouth with both hands and snickered mischievously.

The Qiutian Sect soon confirmed that the competition in Lingyan Forest would begin in five days.

Across the nine kingdoms, nearly ten thousand people had registered.

The scale of the competition stirred the entire Pingze Western Region.

Many young people who considered themselves geniuses mocked weaker cultivators for lacking all self-awareness.

Only the top three would become inner disciples of the Qiutian Sect.

The contestant most frequently used as a joke was Shen Yan.

After all, Shen Yan possessed no strength whatsoever.

Allowing her into the competition was practically an insult to every other participant.

No one came to trouble Shen Yan during those few days.

Not even the Shen family visited.

During the same period, Shen Xue broke through to the eighth level of the Yellow-rank realm.

Her reputation as a genius soared. Even young talents from other kingdoms wished to meet her.

At eighteen, she had reached the eighth level of the Yellow-rank realm, placing her among the finest of her generation.

The Shen family was naturally delighted.

Shen Xue had brought them honor, and they basked in the prestige whenever they went outside.

As for Shen Yan, they did not even want to hear her name.

Whenever an outsider mentioned her, the Shen family would answer in disgust:

“That useless Shen Yan has nothing to do with our family anymore.”