"Yes!"
The steward bowed slightly and then headed toward the third floor.
Before long.
Yi Feng was led by the steward to the fourth floor.
"What, you called for me again?"
Without any formalities, Yi Feng plopped down directly onto the seat opposite Mei Xian'er.
"Did you catch that female scammer?"
At the mention of the scammer, Mei Xian'er's expression instantly turned unnatural, and she even choked on her water.
To prevent Yi Feng from noticing anything amiss,
she set down her teacup and calmly replied, "Of course we caught her. She’s already been thrown off the ship."
"Impressive."
Yi Feng gave Mei Xian'er a thumbs-up and stood up to leave.
First, this woman’s behavior was strange—
one moment flirting, the next joking around, leaving him utterly bewildered.
Second, he suspected she had her eyes on him ever since that over-the-shoulder throw.
So, the less interaction with her, the better.
Yet just as Yi Feng rose to leave, Mei Xian'er stopped him.
"Why the hurry to leave, Young Master Yi?"
Mei Xian'er said leisurely, "Look at this boundless sea—so beautiful. Wouldn’t it be nice to chat for a while?"
As if sensing his hesitation, she added, "Don’t worry, Young Master Yi, it’s just a simple conversation."
Yi Feng eyed her skeptically.
After a long pause, he finally sat back down.
"Might I ask where you’re headed on this voyage, Young Master Yi?" Mei Xian'er inquired softly.
"I’m going to Fengyue Island."
Yi Feng didn’t hide it and answered directly.
"Oh, Fengyue Island?" Mei Xian'er raised an eyebrow. "Fengyue Island belongs to the Fengyue Sect. Are you a member of the sect?"
"No, I’m not from the Fengyue Sect, and I’ve never been to Fengyue Island before." Yi Feng picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup, and sipped leisurely as he spoke.
"Then if you’re not from Fengyue Island, what brings you there?" Mei Xian'er asked curiously.
"Doesn’t the Fengyue Sect on Fengyue Island have some kind of legacy?" Yi Feng replied bluntly. "I’m going to try my luck with it."
"The Legacy of Death?"
At this, Mei Xian'er’s expression instantly shifted, her lips curling into a smirk. "Young Master Yi, you must not know much about this legacy. Since its existence, countless people have attempted it, and without exception, they all died during the trial. It’s rightfully called the Legacy of Death."
"With so many deaths, the entire Tianyu Region has come to believe that no one could possibly survive the legacy. Though many cultivators covet it, in reality, no one dares to touch it."
"For a hundred years now, no one has attempted it."
"Does Young Master Yi intend to be the first in a century?" Mei Xian'er frowned.
Her words were by no means praise.
Nor were they mockery—just a frank warning about the legacy’s lethality.
Yet hearing this, Yi Feng nearly grinned from ear to ear.
The captain of the Eighth Route was a big shot, right?
If even someone of her stature said so, then this Legacy of Death must truly be deadly.
"Well, I’ll still give it a shot," Yi Feng coughed lightly and chuckled.
"That’s what everyone who died inside thought too."
Mei Xian'er’s brows tightened as she spoke gravely, "Young Master Yi, you must understand—going in means certain death. To put it bluntly, you will die there. My words may sound harsh, but that’s the reality."
Yi Feng’s grin widened even further.
"Miss Mei Xian'er, your words aren’t harsh at all—in fact, they’re music to my ears."
In his excitement, he raised his teacup toward her with sincere gratitude. "Thank you for your confidence in me. If it really turns out that way, I’ll definitely bless you from beyond."
Mei Xian'er froze on the spot.
Her delicate face stiffened completely.
Thank her for her confidence?
Was this man out of his mind?
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.”
