It seems that this gentleman's methods have really reached the realm of heaven! He is well versed in everything!
At the same time, he was also worried that the gentleman would look down on him because of this!
"Don't worry, I won't."
Yi Feng saw through Lu Qingshan's thoughts at a glance and reassured him, "I was like you in the past."
After saying that.
Yi Feng sighed with feeling.
When he first graduated in his previous life, wasn't he like this too? He ran into walls everywhere in work and business, and when he met acquaintances he had to pretend he was doing quite well.
"Oh?"
But Yi Feng's words shocked Lu Qingshan.
He didn't expect that the gentleman had been in the same situation before, and could speak of it so candidly. The gentleman really lived up to his reputation.
He secretly remembered the gentleman's hobby in his heart.
He had always wanted to repay the gentleman's kindness. The gentleman probably wouldn't look twice at anything else, but he had quite a lot of resources in this aspect.
"Come with me and help manage things on my island," Yi Feng said next.
"Thank you, Sir," Lu Qingshan said brightly. He had wanted to follow Yi Feng to the island for some time, but was too shy to ask. After all, his abilities were far below those on the island.
He didn't expect the gentleman to invite him directly.
As expected.
Because they shared the same hobby, his relationship with the gentleman had become much closer!
After bringing Lu Qingshan back to the island, Yi Feng returned to his newly built house.
He then took out a map.
It was a map of the Immortal River Continent.
"Central Continent, North Sea..."
Yi Feng tapped the map, his eyes fixed on these two areas.
He figured that only by going to bigger places with more sects would he have a better chance of running into a shortsighted sect that would take him in.
However, the maps here were very crude, without even a scale.
So Yi Feng had no idea how far these two places were from him.
"But it must be over ten thousand miles!"
Yi Feng murmured softly.
However, even with such a long distance, he was not discouraged.
After all, he now had a mount that could run forty to fifty yards per second, covering three to four hundred miles a day. In a couple months he could make it.
This was important for his cultivation, after all.
After making up his mind, Yi Feng planned to set out in a few days.
Just then, Lu Qingshan hurried in from outside.
"Sir, courtesan Mo Sihan asks to see you. How do you want to handle this?" Lu Qingshan said.
"Mo Sihan?"
Yi Feng's eyes lit up. He was just about to look for this woman to ask about that night song, and didn't expect her to come to him first.
So he immediately stood up and said, "Quick, invite her onto the island."
"Yes, sir!"
Lu Qingshan withdrew, and just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something and turned back to Yi Feng, "Oh right, sir, Miss Mo Sihan is dressed quite peculiarly today."
"Dressed peculiarly?"
Yi Feng frowned. He didn't understand what Lu Qingshan meant, so he hurriedly asked, "What do you mean by peculiarly dressed?"
"It's just, just..."
Lu Qingshan stroked his own legs, but couldn't properly describe it. Finally he could only say, "Anyway, I've never seen this kind of dress before, but I personally think it looks quite nice."
"Alright, enough descriptions. Hurry up and bring her here so I can see for myself," Yi Feng said impatiently, waving his hand.
"Yes sir!"
Lu Qingshan hurried away.
Soon after, Yi Feng heard voices outside as he waited.
"Hehehe..."
"Hmm?"
The sound made Yi Feng's eyelids twitch.
This sound.
Why did it seem so familiar?
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
