"Hey! The sun's almost down, how can you still be sleeping!"
"What else should I be doing?"
Seeing Gu Qingfeng's look of not wanting to bother with her, Ouyang Ye was quite displeased. She stepped forward and gave him a push, saying, "Get up quickly, this young lady has something important to tell you."
"Just say whatever it is, I'm listening."
Gu Qingfeng didn't even open his eyes as he spoke, which made Ouyang Ye even angrier. She shouted, "Hey, don't you have any manners! Someone's talking to you, and you won't even get up, you won't even open your eyes! Get up! Now!!"
"I say, little sister, is that really necessary? You're about to deafen my ears."
Gu Qingfeng reluctantly sat up, but still leaned back, his eyes half-open and half-closed, speaking lazily, "Alright, speak. What's the matter?"
"I have some good news to tell you!"
Ouyang Ye cleared her throat, very seriously and solemnly summoning a flying sword. The sword was especially beautiful, radiating multicolored light. She looked at Gu Qingfeng and asked, "You recognize this sword, right?"
"Isn't that just the Cloud-Color Sword I gave you last time? What about it?"
"Exactly!"
Ouyang Ye nodded, looking very excited. "You know what! This young lady has completely refined the Cloud-Color Sword!"
After saying this, she widened her eyes, staring at Gu Qingfeng as if expecting something.
Indeed.
She was expecting this guy's shocked expression, expecting him to show an incredulous look, and even more expecting him to show a look of admiration for her, then prostrate himself in worship.
However, what Ouyang Ye never expected was that no matter how long she waited, she didn't get the so-called worship. Forget worship, forget admiration, and forget any incredulity—this guy's face didn't show the slightest hint of shock. It was as if refining a Cloud-Color Sword was no different to him than eating a meal.
Ouyang Ye thought he might not be fully awake yet, so she solemnly repeated, "Hey, did you not hear me clearly? I said this young lady has completely refined this Cloud-Color Sword!"
Gu Qingfeng narrowed his eyes and lazily uttered two words: "And then?"
"And then? What do you mean 'and then'? I refined it!"
"So you refined it. What's the big deal? It's just refining a broken sword. Go play somewhere else, I'm still sleepy."
"What?"
Ouyang Ye pointed at Gu Qingfeng in disbelief, wondering if she had misheard. She asked indignantly, "What did you say? Just a broken sword? You ignorant guy... your tone is way too big, isn't it?"
"This is the Cloud-Color Sword! And it's a Great Perfection Cloud-Color Sword containing eight hundred and eleven Profound Mysteries! It even has spirit! Those Daozuns would need eighty or a hundred years just to comprehend the Profound Mysteries of the Cloud-Color Sword, and this young lady not only comprehended them in just a few days but also perfectly refined it... And you, you actually... actually say it's... a broken sword? You're really going to piss off your auntie!"
Ouyang Ye was so angry she gritted her teeth. Having perfectly refined the Cloud-Color Sword, her mood had been excellent. She had originally come here to show off a bit, never expecting to be so utterly ignored. The little girl was truly furious and was just about to teach this ignorant and arrogant guy a lesson when suddenly, the emerald green bracelet on her wrist flashed with a light.
The light condensed and transformed into a figure that seemed both illusory and real.
This figure was ethereal and blurry, giving a very illusory feeling. She appeared to be a noble woman, with her long hair tied up high, her features mature and beautiful, giving a very dignified and elegant impression, like a noble consort from a royal palace.
It was Aunt Xue.
"Ye Ye, Young Master has done you a favor. How can you be so rude?"
"Aunt Xue, you heard it just now... This guy is really... really too infuriating!"
Aunt Xue shook her head with a smile, looking quite helpless towards Ouyang Ye, then turned her gaze to Gu Qingfeng.
From the first moment she saw Gu Qingfeng, Aunt Xue had felt this person was a bit strange. As for where exactly, she couldn't quite say. Now, hearing Gu Qingfeng speak with such a grand tone made her feel even more unable to understand.
These past few days, Aunt Xue had been accompanying Ouyang Ye, assisting in the refining. To be honest, Ouyang Ye being able to thoroughly comprehend the Profound Mysteries of the Cloud-Color Sword in just a few short days and completely refine it had greatly exceeded her expectations and left her utterly shocked.
She knew very well that what Ouyang Ye said earlier was not an exaggeration at all. Even a Daozun who had cultivated a Nascent Soul would need a very, very long time to comprehend the Profound Mysteries of this Cloud-Color Sword, and the time needed to refine it would be even more immeasurable. For Ouyang Ye to refine it in such a short time absolutely deserved to be called a true heaven-favored daughter. Even she, who had been an Immortal in her past life, felt inferior.
Such a thing would amaze anyone. How could this person be so arrogant and conceited? Not only was there no amazement in his words, but his tone also made it seem like this matter was completely insignificant in his eyes.
Aunt Xue was looking at Gu Qingfeng, and Gu Qingfeng was also looking at her. He lifted his wine gourd, took a sip, narrowed his eyes, and glanced at her casually.
For some reason.
Being stared at by Gu Qingfeng made Aunt Xue feel very uncomfortable.
That feeling was as if she were naked, seen clearly inside and out.
This was the first time Aunt Xue had encountered such a bizarre situation.
She felt deeply suspicious inside.
But was that all?
No!
Besides the discomfort, Aunt Xue also felt an inexplicable sense of fear.
To be precise, it wasn't exactly fear, but a kind of dread, a kind of reverence!
This dread, this reverence.
Seemed innate.
Just as ghosts are innately fearful of Buddhas.
But Aunt Xue knew very clearly that this dread definitely did not come from a Buddha. As for what it came from, she didn't know either.
"So you're that ghost?"
Gu Qingfeng had heard Ouyang Ye mention the name Aunt Xue before, but he had only heard the name. This was the first time they had met.
"Hey! You ignorant guy, how can you be so rude!"
Ouyang Ye scolded angrily, "Aunt Xue used to be an Immortal!"
"Is that so."
Gu Qingfeng rubbed his chin, nodded, and said, "I see... So she used to be an Immortal. No wonder."
"No wonder what!"
Ouyang Ye was not an ungrateful person. She also knew that she was able to obtain the Cloud-Color Sword entirely because of Gu Qingfeng's merit. But she really couldn't stand this guy's attitude of seeming to know everything and understand everything, especially the casualness revealed in his speech and demeanor, as if nothing interested him. Ouyang Ye hated this feeling intensely. She glared at Gu Qingfeng and said disdainfully, "You talk as if you understand everything!"
"May I ask, Young Master, what did you mean by your earlier words?"
Aunt Xue was very dignified and also very elegant, asking softly, "No wonder what?"
"Nothing, just talking casually."