What's Going on Inside That Door

The wind blew chaotically through the Yi Feng trees.

What is this mess?

Wu Yonghong and four old men said they had something urgent to attend to and hurried off, leaving a pile of junk in front of Yi Feng's counter!

What are they saying? Part of it was what he had asked for earlier, and the rest was for the rake money from last time?

But if you owe me rake money, you should pay up. What's with leaving this pile of junk?

Yi Feng was really speechless!

This junk was an eyesore.

A pair of boots, looked kind of like rain boots; a tattered old umbrella with all kinds of messy flower patterns; some other unrecognizable junk...

Oh well!

Wu probably didn't have the money to pay for the rake, but felt bad about it, so he left these bits of junk from home to make up for it.

Luckily, Yi Feng wasn't short on money anymore.

Truth be told, the rain boots and umbrella could come in handy for him. He could wear the boots and bring the tattered umbrella when he went out drinking on a rainy day. Not bad at all!

"Awoo!"

Just then, the dog let out a howl.

Yi Feng glanced at him but ignored him.

However, Ao Qing kept on howling. It was the instinct of a demon beast, especially when sensing something frightening.

At the moment, his eyes were fixed on a small door behind Yi Feng.

He had been here for a while, but never paid attention to that door before. Not only had he not gone in, he rarely saw Yi Feng go in either. He thought it was just a storage room. But now, he didn't think so.

He felt like something was hidden inside.

Because he vaguely sensed a profound and terrifying aura emanating from it from time to time.

What comforted him a bit was that Yi Feng seemed unconcerned about the aura from the little door as usual, lying on the lounge chair.

But he was still curious. What exactly was hidden inside?

...

Baofeng Company.

Yin Xiong had specifically invited Luo Lanxue over.

"Cough cough, niece. The annual poetry convention in Pingjiang City is coming up soon. It will bring together all the poets and literary masters in the city. My Supreme Treasure has been so popular, I'm planning to invite the Master to participate too. But considering the Master's identity, I can't make up my mind. What do you think?"

Hearing this, Luo Lanxue fell into deep thought.

Then she said, "The Master is in Pingjiang City with two purposes - to set up a grand plan, and to experience an ordinary person's life."

"For anything you want to do, as long as it doesn't disrupt the Master's plan or affect his original intention to experience mortal life, it should be fine."

"It's easy to not affect the Master's original intention - just interact with him from an ordinary person's perspective." Yin Xiong frowned. "But what grand plan has the Master set up?"

Hearing this, Luo Lanxue couldn't help but smile wryly and whispered, "The grand plan set up by the Master, how could the likes of you and I fathom it? In any case, just be prudent - it's just a poetry convention, with ordinary people participating. Since you want to invite the Master, just directly invite him. If he is willing, he will naturally attend."

"Mm."

Yin Xiong nodded and solemnly said, "Niece, I think I understand what you mean."

After discussing with Luo Lanxue, Yin Xiong personally went to the martial arts school and delivered an invitation to Yi Feng.

Lying on the lounge chair and looking at the invitation in his hand, Yi Feng thought - might as well go take a look since he was free anyway.

He wanted to see whether the culture and knowledge of this different world was superior, or if his own 5,000 years of Chinese heritage was stronger.

...

"A poetry convention?"

In a courtyard, Yao Ling'er looked at the news in her hand, her pretty eyebrows slightly raised.

These days, through various means, she had roughly figured out the living conditions of this mysterious youth.

She was certain.

He was an unparalleled grandmaster who had descended into the mortal world to experience life.

Since it was an ordinary poetry convention, this was a rare opportunity for her.

...

"Daughter, your father has some things to say to you today."

In another luxurious courtyard, Mao Lin looked at his daughter Mao Yun'er and spoke gravely, "Daughter, let me ask you, what do you think of the author of Dream of the Red Chamber and Supreme Treasure?"

"Father, what...do you mean by this?"

Mao Yun'er said softly. As she spoke, her pretty face couldn't help turning red.

"To be honest, because of this Supreme Treasure, our Company might lose the edge in competing for the top Company. So I'm asking you to get close to that Yi Feng, even...even..."

At this point, Mao Lin's old face turned red and he really couldn't say it out.

He never imagined that a country bumpkin would push him to this point.

"Father, I understand what you mean. I will do my best..." From Mao Lin's obvious intentions, Mao Yun'er didn't seem to have any other opinions.