Chapter 401: A Request!

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Chapter 401: A Request!

"Hahaha..."

General Deng Xian stroked his long beard and laughed heartily. "In terms of pride, you're not much different from old Yan. But in terms of intelligence and wit, you've clearly surpassed him."

Deng Xian slowly got up and walked over to Ling Feng. With a sigh, he looked at Ling Feng, a hint of pleading in his eyes. "Young friend Ling Feng, to be honest, I do have a favor to ask!"

"Senior Deng, since you are an old friend of Elder Yan, if there's anything you need from me, just say the word. There's no need to speak of it as a favor."

Ling Feng quickly stood up and bowed to Deng Xian. "Please, Senior, tell me what you need. I'll do my best to help."

In his mind, Ling Feng calculated that if he could help Deng Xian with his request, then Deng Xian might be willing to give him the crystal core of the demonic shen.

After all, while the crystal core was valuable, it wasn't something Deng Xian couldn't part with.

"It's all about my granddaughter!" Deng Xian sighed and turned away, shaking his head with a bitter smile. "You know, my granddaughter is spoiled and headstrong. She's really a handful."

"Uh..." Ling Feng's mouth twitched. Could it be that those jokers, Ouyang Jing and the others, were right?

Is Deng Xian planning to find a husband for his granddaughter and wants me as the son-in-law?

"No, no, absolutely not!" Ling Feng quickly waved his hands. "Senior Deng, if it's any other matter, I would gladly help. But your granddaughter has such high standards. How could she ever fancy someone like me? Besides, I come from a humble background and could never be a match for her."

Deng Xian turned to look at Ling Feng and saw his fearful expression. He couldn't help but laugh heartily. "Young friend Ling Feng, you misunderstood my intentions!"

"Huh?" Ling Feng's face flushed with embarrassment. He coughed awkwardly and thought to himself, Old man, you are being so ambiguous. Anyone would misunderstand given how you phrased it.

"What I mean is, I hope you can become Little Shi's teacher. Teach her how to be calm and composed and how to be respectful and courteous."

Deng Xian smiled and continued, "You see, my granddaughter isn't unattractive. Yet young talents like you keep your distance from her, while only those without real skills who flatter and fawn stick around her like flies. As they say, 'close to red, one becomes red; close to black, one becomes black.' If this continues, Little Shi will end up completely spoiled!"

Deng Xian sighed deeply again. "I've pampered her too much since she was a child and can't bear to be harsh with her. Now, only you can save her."

"You definitely can." Deng Xian said, patting Ling Feng's shoulder heavily. "Think about it, you've already outbid Little Shi twice at auctions. That's fate bringing you together!"

"Heh..." Ling Feng's lips twitched. Fate? Really?

"Senior, to be honest, I came here today to ask for something as well," Ling Feng took a deep breath and said slowly. "As it happens, I also need the crystal core of the thousand-year-old demonic shen."

"Haha, see? It's fate!"

Deng Xian stroked his beard. "I've already mentioned that the crystal core is with Little Shi as a birthday gift. If you become her teacher and win her over, you can easily get the crystal core."

Deng Xian laughed and added, "Don't worry, I won't give the crystal core to the Lieyang Sect, nor will I let Madam Jinyun or Helian Kuang come into contact with Little Shi. The rest is up to you. I'm entrusting her to you. As long as you don't snatch it from her, I won't interfere."

"I..."

Ling Feng felt a severe twitch in his mouth. Heavens, what have I gotten myself into?

How was he supposed to make Deng Yongshi obedient?

Ling Feng's future suddenly seemed bleak and uncertain.

"Young friend Ling Feng, I believe in you!"

Deng Xian beamed, his eyes gleaming with delight. Secretly, he hoped that Ling Feng might even end up winning over his granddaughter. That would truly set his heart at ease.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Feng clenched his fists, trying to reassure himself. At least this way, he was closer to the crystal core. In the worst case, he could always drug Deng Yongshi and take it while she was unconscious.

Although that idea was somewhat underhanded, it was a last resort.

Now, he could only hope that Deng Yongshi wouldn't hold a grudge over their past encounters and stubbornly refuse to give him the crystal core.

One could only hope...