Possessed by a Reckless Man

Seeing Yi Feng's inquiry, Lu Xinlan responded with solemn gravity.

"Indeed."

"This is the Celestial Maiden's palanquin, and the one seated within is none other than Lu Shuyao."

So it was.

With the so-called dignity of the Heavenly Dragon Mermaid Clan, this palanquin could hover arrogantly above the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion. These fishmen truly had an air of arrogance, and even those who served them acted with unshakable confidence.

Yi Feng nodded slightly.

Noticing the distant figures of several graceful women, he frowned faintly.

"If Lu Shuyao has already arrived at the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion, why mobilize so many people?"

Lu Xinlan's expression turned peculiar.

"The Third Prince of the Heavenly Dragon Mermaid Clan has an extremely eccentric temperament..."

"He demands that each island present a Celestial Maiden. In truth, these so-called maidens hold lowly status. Yet, even so, they are reserved solely for his humiliation—no one else is permitted to approach them first."

"From the moment a woman is chosen as a Celestial Maiden, no man may come near her. Even the slightest touch is considered a grave offense."

"For tens of thousands of years, once a woman is designated as a Celestial Maiden, she is immediately surrounded and attended by female cultivators. Various factions dispatch guards to watch over her—both to prevent her from escaping and to avoid unnecessary complications—until she is delivered to the Heavenly Dragon Mermaid Clan."

This Third Prince was truly a piece of work.

He wanted to humiliate the Celestial Maidens, yet forbade anyone else from getting close? Not even a single touch? After cultivating for millions of years, they still had to remain untouched?

A whole list of absurdly prudish demands.

Anyone listening might think he was preparing for a grand, formal wedding.

What kind of freakish, tyrannical nonsense was this?

A rotten fish, bullying humanity while making endless demands—did he really think he was a dragon?

Yi Feng's frown deepened.

"And what happens if someone does touch her?"

Lu Xinlan's face paled at the question, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"If that were to happen... it would provoke a storm of fury! The Third Prince of the Heavenly Dragon Mermaid Clan would reduce the offender to ashes!"

Hearing this, Yi Feng's temper flared beyond restraint!

A mere fish dared to put on such airs? Spoiled rotten!

Cursing aside, he also saw a new opportunity.

These fishmen were indeed despicable, but if they had ruled the East Sea for tens of thousands of years without facing rebellion, they must be formidable. If he provoked them, wouldn’t that guarantee his success in seeking death?

At the very least, such an overbearing faction should be able to test the limits of his cultivation.

Stumbling upon this chance, Yi Feng grew even more resolute in his plan.

No one else is allowed to touch her?

Heh.

Today, I’ll touch her right in front of you!

But this time was different from before.

The stakes were high, and the opponent was no small fry. While it would be easy to stir trouble for his own ends, dragging countless East Sea cultivators into disaster would be unforgivable.

Acting solely for himself was no act of a true man!

Whether it was his close friends or strangers among the ordinary cultivators, Yi Feng refused to let them suffer for his actions.

After a brief silence, he still had no perfect solution, so he turned to his system for answers.

"If I complete the mission, aside from becoming immortal and advancing my cultivation, what other benefits are there?"

"Can you bring the dead back to life?"

After several desperate calls, the damn system finally responded, sounding half-dead.

"Possible."

Hearing this, a spark of realization lit up Yi Feng’s mind.

Resurrection was possible?

Then everything could be salvaged!

Even in the worst-case scenario—if others died because of him—as long as he succeeded in his death-seeking mission, he could revive them. Then, after dealing with those rotten fishmen, he could restore freedom to the East Sea...

In the future, those who died could be compensated with positions like island lords or elders, maybe even granted territories.

Wouldn’t that be infinitely better than living as slaves?

Ha!

Yi Feng, oh Yi Feng, you really are a genius!

After this analysis, Yi Feng had it all figured out!

By getting close to Lu Shuyao and provoking that perverted fish prince, he could complete his death-seeking mission. Not only would he achieve his goal, but he’d also solve all of the East Sea’s problems!

This plan was flawless!

If he’d known death came with the power to resurrect others, why had he been so hesitant?

Damn this useless system!

Belatedly realizing this, Yi Feng pressed further.

But the damn system went silent again, offering no response—like a computer frozen since 1982.

He couldn’t be bothered to waste more time.

The plan was set, and all worries were resolved!

In an instant, anticipation gleamed in Yi Feng’s eyes.

"I’m going to save Lu Shuyao and teach that fish prince a lesson!"

Whoosh!

Lu Xinlan shot up in shock!

Save Lu Shuyao?!

Doing so would enrage the Third Prince of the Heavenly Dragon Mermaid Clan. This wasn’t some petty conflict—it would trigger a calamity affecting millions of East Sea cultivators!

A catastrophe was coming!

Lu Xinlan’s face turned deathly pale, and she instinctively opened her mouth to dissuade him.

But as she stood abruptly, her eyes met Yi Feng’s calm gaze—filled with serene confidence, like starlight. Her turmoil instantly settled.

If it was Master Yi taking action...

Perhaps this wasn’t entirely impossible.

Observing Yi Feng’s extraordinary demeanor and recalling his overwhelming power, Lu Xinlan felt slightly reassured—though she couldn’t fathom his motives.

To her, Master Yi was inscrutable, and his actions surely held profound meaning.

Despite the immense pressure, Lu Xinlan clenched her teeth and bowed deeply to Yi Feng.

"Your righteousness leaves me in awe, Master Yi. If this is your decision, I will assist you without hesitation."

Though she knew the risks, looking at Yi Feng filled her with inexplicable trust.

With no more reservations, Yi Feng now embodied sheer audacity.

Hands behind his back, he nodded with unshakable composure.

"Mm."

"Where is Lu Shuyao now? Take me to her."

His calm words carried the confidence of one who commanded the heavens.

Lu Xinlan nodded.

Without delay, she led the way, heading straight for the restricted depths of the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion!

The two moved swiftly, passing through several massive gates.

Finally, they halted before a six-story glazed pagoda.

The pagoda shimmered brilliantly under the setting sun’s glow, radiating an aura of opulence. Yet, an invisible barrier obscured its true form, leaving only a dazzling display of colors.

Five sword-wielding women in white veils stood motionless before the pagoda, their presence as cold and unapproachable as frozen steel.

Their eyes, devoid of emotion, remained fixed ahead—unyielding guardians stationed ten zhang from the tower’s entrance.

Suddenly!

The five maids’ eyes flickered, their grips tightening on their swords!

In their line of sight—

Yi Feng approached leisurely, his steps unhurried, his demeanor that of an ordinary man out for a stroll.

But to them, this seemingly unremarkable figure was anything but ordinary. Master Yi’s power was terrifying, and as a distinguished guest of the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion, none dared underestimate him.

Uncertain of his intentions, the maids dutifully spoke up.

"Master Yi, please halt!"

"This is a restricted area of the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion. No one is permitted entry!"

Yi Feng paused, appealing to their reason.

"I’ve come to save Lu Shuyao. As fellow women, you must understand the plight of these so-called Celestial Maidens. Why not make an exception?"

"Any consequences will fall on me alone."

Yet the moment he finished speaking—

The maids’ expressions darkened. Their leader clenched her fists and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Master, do not jest."

"As an honored guest of our pavilion, any other matter could be discussed. But this is non-negotiable. The Third Prince’s decree is absolute—no one may defy it!"

"The young mistress is fated to be a Celestial Maiden. This is her destiny!"

These people have knelt for far too long—they can no longer change.

To be humiliated to such an extent, yet not even think of resisting, and instead call it some damned fate...

Yi Feng had no patience left to waste on words. With a cold expression, he took a step forward.

"And what if I insist on entering?!"

The moment his voice boomed with authority,

the five maids suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure, as if an invisible force field had engulfed them!