Simply Trading 262 Separation 3

"You will have a hard road ahead of you, Brother Qin Feng! She sounds as if she is too far away, too far out of reach! But you have to persevere! You have to keep charging forward! You have to show her that your heart cannot be denied!"

Du Yan looked at his bride-to-be with a confused expression on his face, but Qin Feng only grasped her hand in return, and declared with a fervent sigh that would not be out of place in any young woman's novel:

"Not to worry! I have it covered. By the time that I am done, she will know - No! The whole world will know! I swear it! Everyone shall learn of it! I will show her! Yes, I will show her how I ..."

Unfortunately, the alcohol that he had consumed chose that moment to rush to his head, rendering him unconscious. So Li Changhai never heard what he was going to show Xu Yanzhi. Or if indeed she was the one that he was talking about.

But again, was there any other woman that Qin Feng had ever shown an interest in? Was there another that had made him lose control? First in the Arena, in front of all the Sects and Schools like that, and then here? Now?

Li Changhai had never been in love. But he had seen Lin Liushui suffer all these years, after he had been separated from his woman. So he had seen despair, and he had seen desperation. But what Qin Feng was displaying now was beyond his comprehension, beyond his experience.

Just what had made the young man so muddled like this?

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The moment that Qin Feng woke up the following morning, he had such a headache that made him want to roll up in his blanket and go back to sleep. But the knocking on the door of his room at the Du Family guesthouse wouldn't stop, so he had no choice but to crawl out of bed and stumble over to the same.

Fortunately, it was only Du Yan, who only laughed at his terrible appearance, and didn't tease him. Instead, the large man only pushed a bowl of some sort of black, herbal soup at him. And motioned for him to drink up.

Which Qin Feng did at once. Well, Du Yan had never harmed him before. And whatever else he put into his herbal concoctions, they always did as he promised that they would. Then Qin Feng stopped, and stared at the remnants that were clinging to the bowl in his hand.

"What was that stuff? What did you just feed me?"

"Hangover medicine. It works well enough, although I thought it was too bitter. So I added a bit of rock sugar. What do you think?"

Qin Feng licked his lips and considered. "Not too bad tasting. And I think it is working. But I feel a strong urge to go and pee now, so I am not sure if that is a side-effect, or just me. You might want to try this again on someone else to get another opinion."

"Oh? Why not the next time you get roaring drunk?" laughed the big man.

"Because I am never going to drink again! Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go and relieve myself!" Qin Feng growled.

Fortunately for him, Du Yan did not follow him all the way back to this bed, so that he could use the chamber-pot there. But the burly fellow did wait for him at his door, until he was done. And yelled at him to dress, once the sounds of what he was doing stopped.

Qin Feng didn't argue, and simply threw on a gown as he was told to. But he didn't hesitate to ask Du Yan what was going on, the moment that he opened the door to his rooms again, and stepped out:
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"Is there a problem? Have your family started to gather more people together already?"

Du Yan chuckled as he shook his head at the younger man. "No, no. You don't have to worry about that. I am rather certain that we caught them all by surprise with our move. And my breaking the arms and legs of those two idiots had caused most of them to wake up. I just need to prove my skill as a Weapon-smith - a Rank Six Weapon-smith, so that they would all start wondering if they should support me, rather than working against me.

"That is why I have come to look for you!"

"For me? How am I supposed to help you establish your prestige as a high ranked Weapon-smith? I am not one myself, and I don't know anyone who is."

"Ah! I have it all mapped out already. I just need you. Or should I say, your sword?"

Qin Feng scowled at that. "You need my sword? Well, that's easy. Who do you want me to kill?" he asked at once.

Which was enough to make Du Yan go white, and look around himself at once. Only to sigh with relief when he saw that there was no one close enough to overhear them. "No, no. I meant that I need your sword, your weapon. Not your expertise in it. I don't need anyone killed."

"Eh?"

Du Yan shook his head, and pointed at a building a short distance away. "You see, I am merely keeping the promise that I had made you, back when we were still at the Westlands Ducal Palace. I had promised to craft you a better sword, remember?

"But, as you well know, I didn't have a chance to pick up any exceptional materials on the way back here. So I shall need to sacrifice some older weapons, so that I can produce something that would best suit your fighting style. Unfortunately, we do not have many of those that would suit."

Qin Feng understood immediately, and held out the heavy sword that he already had in his hands. "So you are thinking of extracting them from this one? Or reworking this old capture of mine into something that suits me better?" he asked eagerly.

Something that Du Yan chuckled at, since it was so obvious to the eye. "Exactly. I already have an idea of the type of sword that would be most suitable for you. So if you are willing to sacrifice what you already possess, for something that I will make for you ... Well, I think you will definitely be pleased with the end result!"

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