Returning to the courtyard.
Feng Qianyue casually informed Yi Feng about the outcome of the matter, her tone light and unburdened.
She didn’t elaborate on the details, nor did she seek credit for her efforts.
It was clear.
Though the blow from Yunhu had been severe—nearly shattering her Dao heart—it had also brought immense growth to her state of mind.
"Sir, the inheritance ceremony is in seven days. How are your preparations coming along?" Following Yi Feng’s request, Feng Qianyue had changed her form of address as she posed the question.
"What preparations? What am I supposed to prepare for?" Yi Feng asked, puzzled.
"Preparations for accepting the inheritance, of course! Don’t tell me you haven’t made any?" Feng Qianyue’s eyes widened in shock.
Even though she knew Yi Feng was incredibly powerful, the Death Inheritance was no trivial matter.
History had seen its share of supreme experts who coveted it.
Yet without exception, all had failed.
So even for Yi Feng, she didn’t hold high hopes for success.
Hearing that he hadn’t prepared at all, she immediately felt a sense of foreboding.
"Oh, now that you mention it, I do recall there are some things I should prepare." Yi Feng scratched his head. "Thanks for reminding me—I’d nearly forgotten."
Feng Qianyue pursed her lips.
Nearly forgotten?
You almost forgot something this important?
How could you be so careless?
Her unease deepened.
Had her decision at the Moonlit Tower been too impulsive?
Of course, she didn’t dare voice these thoughts aloud.
Fortunately, there were still seven days left.
If they hurried, there might still be time.
"Are you busy?" Yi Feng asked.
"Qianyue has nothing to attend to," she replied.
"Good. Then come with me to get things ready." Yi Feng stood up.
"Me? I’m coming with you?" Feng Qianyue couldn’t believe it.
"Of course. Didn’t you just say you’re free?" Yi Feng said.
"No, I mean… am I really allowed?"
Feng Qianyue still couldn’t wrap her head around it.
"Why not? I just told you to come with me, didn’t I?"
Yi Feng rolled his eyes.
This woman seemed a bit odd too.
Once Yi Feng confirmed, Feng Qianyue took a deep breath, her excitement overwhelming.
She never imagined their relationship would progress so quickly—that Yi Feng would trust her to this extent.
All her efforts had truly paid off.
She quickly rose and followed behind Yi Feng, her heart fluttering with nervous anticipation.
This trip would likely reveal some of his hidden cards and methods!
After all, facing something as perilous as the Death Inheritance, anyone would bring out their best preparations, right?
After dismissing her attendants, the two left the courtyard and stepped into the bustling streets.
Yi Feng walked ahead with his hands behind his back, while she trailed behind.
Though she didn’t understand why they’d come here, she didn’t dare ask.
Suddenly, Yi Feng entered a food shop.
She followed him inside.
"Shopkeeper, how much for this beef jerky?"
Yi Feng picked up a strip and examined it.
"Three Celestial Crystals per pound."
"Two," Yi Feng countered, holding up two fingers.
"Sir, I can’t sell it for that."
"Why not? Let me break down the costs for you… In short, your profit margin is outrageous."
"Sir, two Celestial Crystals is impossible. How about this—five for two pounds?"
"Shopkeeper, that’s just bad business. Even if I buy at that price, I won’t come back. But if you sell it my way, you’ll gain a loyal customer…"
Beside them, Feng Qianyue watched the haggling unfold, her forehead creased with disbelief.
She wanted to remind Yi Feng to focus on preparing for the Death Inheritance, but she feared overstepping and irritating him.
Finally, after a lengthy back-and-forth, Yi Feng secured a bulk purchase of beef jerky at one and a half Celestial Crystals per pound.
The shopkeeper wiped away a tear of hardship—he’d never met such a relentless bargainer.
To make matters worse, the man swiped a roast duck on his way out, claiming he needed to "test the flavor" and promising large orders in the future if it met his standards.
Once they left the shop, Feng Qianyue exhaled in relief.
Surely now, Sir would begin his serious preparations?
The thought alone reignited her anticipation…
"Sir, what’s next?" she ventured cautiously.
"Hmm, I need a new set of clothes," Yi Feng mused, stroking his chin.
Remembering the outfit torn apart by demonic beasts, he realized his wardrobe was running thin.
Feng Qianyue’s eyes sparkled.
Clothes?
Ah, so this was it.
Sir was finally getting serious.
The "clothes" he spoke of must be defensive treasures—artifacts capable of shapeshifting into garments, no less!
Such high-grade treasures were rare indeed.
As expected, the depths of his power were about to be unveiled!
Lost in her wild speculations, she suddenly noticed Yi Feng had stopped at a street corner, locked in another heated haggle—this time with a seamstress auntie, their banter flying fast and fierce…
Feng Qianyue's lips twitched uncontrollably, and his eyelids kept trembling.
He nearly coughed up a mouthful of old blood...
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
