The Sect Master Isn't Doing His Job

A powerful, aloof-on-the-outside-but-warm-on-the-inside top × a flirtatious beauty with superb medical skills bottom

Feng Mianxue, universally known in the jianghu as the “ornamental sect leader,” had the face of the number one beauty but couldn't use a shred of martial arts. He relied entirely on his miraculous medical skills, which could bring the dead back to life, and a silver tongue that could rile even the dead.

At the audience seats of a martial arts tournament, he spotted the murderous Qin Boye and his eyes lit up. Clutching his heart, he exclaimed, “Ah! That waist, those legs, that jawline cold enough to shed ice... This must be what falling in love feels like!”

The martial alliance leader was tearing his hair out with worry. “The Blood Chrysanthemum Cult is dangerous. Why don't you two team up?” Feng Mianxue nodded coyly. “Excellent! Young Master Qin can handle all the fighting, while I focus on looking pretty... I mean, saving lives!”

Qin Boye gave him a cold look. “You're a burden. Stay ten feet away from me.”

On the road to solving the case:

Feng Mianxue was startled by a corpse possessed by a Gu and flung himself at Qin Boye. “Young Master Qin, save me! The kind where I repay you with my body!”

Feng Mianxue offered him some candy. “Want to try some? I made it myself. I guarantee you'll fall in love... Hey, don't throw it away!”

Qin Boye went from grabbing him by the back of the neck to keep him at a distance, to catching him on reflex, and finally, unable to take it anymore, pinning him against a tree. “Say one more stupid thing and I'll sew your mouth shut!”

Feng Mianxue blinked. “How will you sew it? With your lips?”

In the shadows, a Blood Chrysanthemum Cult spy bit his handkerchief. “Altar Master! Are they here to solve a case or go on their honeymoon?!”