Challenge after challenge.

Wu Long soon arrived at the Feng Clans residence, the sun was blasting waves of heat against his head. Even with his tolerance beads of sweat began to form on his head.

Showing the mark he was let into the clans residence.

It was quite large, with enough space to fit it's many palaces and private courtyards. Wu Long was guided by a few maids of the clan, and earned the eyeing gaze of a few Feng clan members.

He was soon escorted into a comparatively large villa. It wasn't extravagant, with a living room, attached to a bed room, and a separate section used for cooking and eating. Behind the villa was a great practice field, it was large enough to fill 40 martial artists together very easily.

Wu Long entered, and noticed quick the Earth Immortal guards at the left and right, followed by a few more hiding in the shadows. Even a Sky Immortal stood close to Feng Jiaying.

Feng Jiaying was calmly meditating, inadvertently causing a spectacular scene of fire dancing through the air.

As soon as she was done, she noticed Wu Long and nodded.

She said coldly, "Follow me."

She then led him to the practice field.

She took two wooden swords out and threw one to Wu Long.

Without saying anything she got into position.

Wu Long tilted his head, but she curtly replied, "You are to be my training dummy. I have understood my failings, my martial arts suffer due to my talent. I need to sharpen them."

Wu Long felt his lips twitch, but said, "Surely these senior brothers and their experience should serve better."

She replied, "Contrary to you, they know better than to properly attack me. Whether that is a blessing or curse, isn't for me to discuss, but someone without relation to me must train me. One who bares no fear."

Wu Long hurriedly waved his hand, "I am deadly afraid. Through luck these fellow did not accompany you, I am sure they will no doubt squash my head for hurting you."

Wu Long sighed, "Miss, have some consideration, I am a loose Cultivator with no backing, put against you am I not but a headless chicken. Blindly rushing to my death is my only fate, if to accompany you."

A few guards gazed at one another with a smile, they knew their miss and her eccentric personality, and they knew their lords opinion. Many people had been convinced by her beauty to return with bruises, yet this mortal seemed to be too keen.

Feng Jiaying looked to the side, compelling tje the smiling guards to replicate their stern expressions, she then showed a rare smile, "Well you bare no reasonable fear towards me. What of your fear towards others, well that is not my business."

Wu Long could only feel his mind numb, this girl was too cruel...

Yet he was left in between a rock and a hard place, either direction meant to bring fraught dangers. Either he rejected her and earned her ire, or he fought and hurt her incurring the guards wrath.

Well, he picked the sword and held it up.

'Damn woman! Fine have it your way! Even if I am to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, I will deal a searing mark against you!'

Wu Long leapt forth, his sword swept forth like the swagger of a general at war.

Feng Jiaying moved forward, lowering her body, she pointed her sword up and shot it forward like a bullet.

Yet her sword was never to reach, as a heavy kick landed against her sending her rolling.

She hurriedly leapt up, but Wu Long had quickly arrived and began to deal quick, but light attacks. Her focus bore the brunt of the attacks, leaving her without issue.

Yet as he then moved a few seconds late, and the sword easily flew through her defences.

She felt the wind of the sword touch her nose, and gazed down it's bearing. Two piercing red eyes accompanied the sharp wooden blade, leaving her without relief.

"Little princess it is my win. Do you relent?"

Feng Jiaying felt his face heat up, and loudly roared back, "Never!"

She threw her sword up, crashing into Wu Long's sword. She then moved forward tackling Wu Long.

Wu Long hurriedly let go of his sword, he grabbed her shoulders quickly, and made his body loose.

The weight of Feng Jiaying carried Wu Long back, they rolled, but instead of Feng Jiaying having the advantage. Wu Long was above her, and his legs tightly hung around her thin waist. His arms around her neck.

"Do you relent?"

She huffed heavily.

"Never!"

She pushed off the ground, sending the two into the air. She stretched her legs forward, and then bent them, before pushing back.

Wu Long was thrown off her.

Wu Long angrily spat out some dirt that flew into his mouth.

...

The sun had begun to set, the orange color filled the sky. The previously neat field was now full of holes and scars.

Two figures were sweating and panting like sick dogs, Wu Long held his sword to Feng Jiaying's neck.

"Do you relent?"

Feng Jiaying said, "Never..."

and with that the exhaustion filled her and she fainted.

Wu Long caught her body, and softly laid her down.

He sighed, and decided to leave.

The guards escorted him out.

He felt their gaze on him intermittently, but he had his own plans.

They got to a certain point, and the guards stopped.

"I'm sure you expected this."

Wu Long sighed, he looked back.

"We can't settle for some other means?"

The two guards who were in charge of escorting Wu Long looked at one another, they raised a brow at Wu Long.

Wu Long smirked, "Let's have a drinking competition. If you win you can beat till the fat lady cries, but if I win you have to let me be."

The two didn't think with their immortal bodies they could get drunk on mortal wine, so they easily agreed. They felt bad for this guy, he seemed on the know how, but still their miss had harassed him. They decided maybe this could make him feel better at heart.

Yet they misunderstood Wu Long's intention's, it was never about whether he won or not, but whether they got drunk in the first place.

luckily he had a secret weapon in store.

...

At a small bar two men wearing beautiful golden armor pounded shot after shot, their focus was the young man in front who softly sipped his rice wine.

They complained like old men, "Ah, Bro Wu you don't know! That old bastard of the Feng clan, he is bloody unreasonable! Why do we have to stick to the little princess like this, honestly we have lives and dignity too! We also want to cultivate to Heaven! He doesn't show any kindness to us! Not to mention the little princess gets angry at us for following his orders, and we get beat up by that overbearing princess! Ai, when I was first appointed for this job I felt I had luck, it was a safe secure job with a stable source of resources, but over the course of three years I've felt my heart nearly weep blood. When we beat up other people as the old master commands us, those fellows families get angry at us and not the old master! You see this scar? This was by the Zhang clan, for beating their young master up! All he did was approach the old master to ask about a future engagement, and the old master that bloody granddaughtercon sent us to beat him up! Ah, and when we went to beat up the Wang Clans elder, his cultivation turned out to be Sky Immortal, and we all had to give a years worth of resources to that bastard! Ah, the clan is really making my blood boil! Even today, that bastard Feng Tangfei just because he was instructed to act in the old masters place, he even sent us to beat Bro Wu! Bro Wu, don't worry we'll protect you from these bastards! Only bro Wu shows us kindness!"

The guard who had been speaking his woes, then fell unconscious on the table.

His voice slipping past his lips, "Ah, Old master just leave me alone!"

The other guard was spinning around, quite drunk.

He looked at the fainted guard for a few minutes, and then began big eyed. He slapped the fainted guard and said, "You bloody fellow wake up! Feng Tangfei is going to kill us! Ai! Bro Wu We'll leave for today, don't worry about anything, the miss really wants you to continue to practice with her, so keep coming. Your my bro, and this fellows bro, that makes you all my brothers bro! You ever need help, we'll be there!"

Wu Long nodded, he said a few nice words, and even offered to send them back. Yet they rejected him kindly, and departed into the night.

One sang 'Zhen Fu', while the other grunted in anger and disbelief.

Wu Long smirked.

'Making one super drunk, and the other slightly drunk, now I'm sure to be in their good books. Now about this Feng Tangfei...'

Wu Long pondered as he fell into the night himself.