Passing on a Bit of Cultivation to You

Yi Feng really couldn't understand why Shi Qingwu was being so cautious.

Although this sect looked quite large, the strength of its members was nothing impressive.

In his eyes, they were all just a bunch of weaklings.

What could a bunch of weaklings possibly do to him?

In the blink of an eye,

two or three days had passed.

During this time, the mockery and gossip about Yi Feng outside had only increased. Some even stood outside his door, shouting insults and challenging him to fights.

But Yi Feng paid no attention to any of it.

He had prepared a pair of earplugs and lazily lounged on his recliner, basking in the sun.

At that moment, a voice came from beside him.

"My lord, would you like something to eat?"

Yi Feng turned his gaze toward the speaker.

It was the little attendant who served him.

No one else was willing to serve a "useless person" like him, but this young lad had pure intentions and genuinely treated Yi Feng as his master, diligently attending to his needs.

The attendant's name was Su Bai.

He had a fair and clean appearance,

but his body looked particularly frail, as if a gust of wind could knock him over.

And that made sense.

Anyone with even a little talent could work hard and eventually become an outer sect disciple.

Only someone like Su Bai, with mediocre aptitude, would be relegated to the role of an attendant.

Hearing Su Bai's question,

Yi Feng smacked his lips and muttered repeatedly, "What to eat... what to eat..."

To be honest,

ever since Shi Qingwu went into seclusion,

he hadn't had anything decent to eat in the Hundred Refinements Sect.

So, every mealtime became a moment of great dilemma for Yi Feng.

If he ate...

there was nothing tasty.

Every meal was bland and watery.

If he didn't eat...

he felt like he was missing out.

As a true food enthusiast, how could he possibly skip any meal?

But Yi Feng really didn't want to shortchange himself. He craved something meaty.

Where could he find some meat?

He tossed and turned on his recliner, racking his brain...

The recliner was nearly worn out from his fidgeting, but he still couldn't figure out what to eat.

Just then,

a loud bird cry echoed across the sky.

"Caw— Caw—"

Hearing the sound, Yi Feng lifted his eyelids and looked up.

A massive black bird soared past the roof of his house.

Although the bird's cry was unpleasant, its appearance was extraordinarily majestic.

Its pitch-black feathers gleamed brightly under the sunlight, shimmering with a golden radiance.

It was clearly no ordinary creature!

In fact, Yi Feng had seen this big black bird many times over the past few days.

It always flew around arrogantly above the sect.

And yet, none of the elders or deans in the sect had ever come out to deal with it.

Now, at mealtime, Yi Feng's eyes lit up as he spotted the black bird again.

He clapped his hands, a look of delight spreading across his face.

He had finally decided what to eat!

Su Bai, the little attendant, had never seen Yi Feng so excited before.

His eyes sparkled, and his expression was full of energy.

"My lord, what has made you so happy?" Su Bai asked cautiously.

"I've finally figured out what to eat!"

Yi Feng patted Su Bai on the shoulder, then pointed excitedly at the black bird in the sky. "I want to eat that!"

Hearing this, Su Bai stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.

"Su Bai, what's wrong?!"

Yi Feng was startled and quickly helped Su Bai up.

But even after standing, Su Bai's legs were still trembling.

He clutched his chest, his face filled with disbelief, and stammered, "M-My lord, did you just say... you want to eat that?"

"Yeah, that big black bird in the sky," Yi Feng replied, blinking in confusion. "Why are you so scared just because I want to eat a bird?"

Su Bai held his forehead, his lips pale, and said, "My lord, you mustn't have such thoughts!"

"Why not?"

Yi Feng was puzzled. "It's just a big crow. It's been cawing on the roof all day, and I've had enough of it."

Su Bai looked up in despair.

My lord, do you even know what you're talking about?

That's our sect's sacred guardian beast—

the Seven-Colored Black Crow!

Ever since he joined the sect at the age of seven, the first lesson he learned was about the legends surrounding this Seven-Colored Black Crow and the sect.

According to the records,

the Seven-Colored Black Crow had fought alongside the founding patriarch to establish the sect's vast legacy.

Even after the patriarch's ascension, the Seven-Colored Black Crow remained, becoming the guardian beast of the Hundred Refinements Sect.

Although the Seven-Colored Black Crow had a ferocious temperament and often caused chaos in the sect—even devouring a few disciples every month, much to the resentment of many—

it was still the sacred guardian beast, with an esteemed status and immense power.

Even the sect leader and the grand elder dared not provoke it and had to let it do as it pleased.

Thinking of this, Su Bai took a deep breath,

trying to calm himself down.

If he told Yi Feng all of this, he was sure Yi Feng would tremble in fear and collapse to the ground.

After all,

although Yi Feng held the noble status of being the sect leader's husband, his cultivation was low, and his strength was probably not much better than Su Bai's.

If he learned about the Seven-Colored Black Crow's background, wouldn't he be terrified?

To spare Yi Feng from such a shock, the kind-hearted Su Bai decided to keep it to himself and simply offered a bitter smile.

"My lord, I think it's better if we don't eat it."

"Why not?"

"Can't I even eat a stinky crow?"

Yi Feng stood up abruptly, one hand on his hip and the other pointing at Su Bai.

"Go! Pluck that stinky crow, boil it, and make me a nice pot of soup. I want a proper meal!"

He hadn't had any meat for days, and his mouth was practically watering.

Now, all he could think about was a pot of crow soup.

"My lord!" Su Bai stomped his feet in frustration. "Even if you really want to eat it, I don't have the ability to catch it for you..."

That was a sacred beast! How could a mere attendant like him possibly defeat it?

He'd probably be devoured by the Seven-Colored Black Crow before he even got close.

"You can't even catch a stinky crow?"

Yi Feng looked at Su Bai with a sigh. "You really are weak!"

Hearing this, Su Bai felt a wave of helplessness.

My lord, it's not that I'm weak—it's that the Seven-Colored Black Crow is too strong! Even the sect leader wouldn't stand a chance!

Seeing Su Bai's pitiful expression,

and considering how diligently the young lad had served him over the past few days,

Yi Feng thought that he could use his system to spend some luck points and give Su Bai a tiny boost in cultivation, making it easier for him to handle this task.

With that in mind, Yi Feng sat back down on his recliner.

"Come here. I'll give you a tiny bit of cultivation power so you can easily catch that stinky crow."

"Huh?"

Su Bai was utterly bewildered.