Yi Feng's actions completely defied her expectations.
They shattered all her carefully laid plans.
She had never encountered someone so unpredictable.
It made her, who prided herself on being a master strategist, feel her face burning with humiliation.
After all that effort, it had all been for nothing.
"Yi Feng, are you out of your damn mind?!"
Fuming with rage, her chest heaved violently as she stormed to the railing and cursed at the sea.
Her subordinates nearby didn’t dare even breathe loudly—they had never seen their mistress so unhinged before.
After a long silence, as Mei Xian'er sat there wordlessly, the steward cautiously approached and whispered, "My lady, what should we do now?"
"What else can we do? Return to port."
With a face like thunder, Mei Xian'er stood and left without another word.
A day passed in the blink of an eye.
Yi Feng floated on his back in the sea, watching seagulls glide overhead, his expression growing darker by the minute.
"That damn woman, that rotten woman! Where’s the sea monster she promised? Where’s the 'certain death' she swore would come?"
"My feet are so soaked they’re practically pickled in saltwater—good enough to toss straight into a pot—and not a single damn hair of a monster in sight!"
Grumbling, he turned his head and glared at the toad floating beside him, his irritation mounting.
"You, of all things—why are you always everywhere I am?"
He grabbed the toad by one leg and flung it away, then summoned Man Man with a flick of his ring.
"Take me to Moonlit Isle."
Plonking himself onto the snail’s shell, man and mollusk left a trail of splashing water before vanishing.
Before long, Yi Feng arrived at Moonlit Isle.
The island was sizable, stretching over a hundred miles from end to end.
Aside from ordinary villagers and resting cultivators, the island was populated almost entirely by disciples of the Moonlit Sect.
So, in a way, the place was lively—but also not quite lively.
A light drizzle began to fall, filling the air with the scent of damp earth.
A swordsman in a bamboo hat brushed past, exuding a bloodthirsty aura, a scar like a centipede crawling across his face beneath the brim.
Nearby, an innocent-looking little girl hid a crimson snake in her sleeve, its flickering tongue releasing faint wisps of poisonous mist.
In the taverns, men drank; on the streets, the wounded nursed their injuries.
Everything seemed ordinary yet strangely out of place. In the perilous realm of the Heavenly Domain, perhaps only on this combat-forbidden island could they find a moment’s peace.
Yet even so, every figure here eyed outsiders with deep suspicion—just because no one attacked you on the island didn’t mean you weren’t being marked.
Once you set sail again, ambushes and plunder were commonplace.
Amidst it all, the white-robed stranger stood out like a sore thumb, his ethereal air clashing with the gritty street.
"Ugh, so frustrating. I didn’t run into a single sea monster the whole way here."
Yi Feng pouted.
Though he complained, he wasn’t too bothered.
After all, he’d reached Moonlit Isle—and once he entered the Death Inheritance, this might very well become his grave.
He tried asking directions several times, but no one answered. Some even shot him warning glares.
By sheer accident, Yi Feng stumbled upon the heart of Moonlit Isle—the Moonlit Tower.
"Tower" was an understatement; it was a colossal structure.
Not just the island’s core, but the very headquarters of the Moonlit Sect.
Yet the moment Yi Feng approached the entrance, two men blocked his path.
"Who said you could come here? Scram!"
Their faces twisted with hostility as they immediately tried to shoo him away.
"Easy now. I’m Yi Feng, and I’d like to enter—"
Yi Feng clasped his hands politely, but they cut him off.
"We don’t care what kind of 'Feng' you are. No outsiders allowed. Get lost."
"Oh?"
That did it. Yi Feng’s temper flared.
He’d tried being civil, but these two had no manners.
"Guess what? I’m going in anyway. What’re you gonna do about it?"
He strode forward, ignoring them entirely.
Go ahead, kill me if you’re so tough.
If I end up immortal later, maybe I’ll toss you a bone or two.
"You’re dead!"
Enraged by his audacity, the guards swung their blades, sending razor-sharp gusts slicing toward Yi Feng.
"Pathetic."
These two were weaker than the lowest-tier pests of the Nine Realms. Without even glancing their way, Yi Feng hurled them aside like ragdolls.
Dusting off his hands, he marched toward the Moonlit Tower.
But the moment his foot touched the steps, a towering figure loomed before him.
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