It turned out she had completely misunderstood the meaning behind the clothes.
They weren’t some defensive treasure at all—just ordinary garments…
Watching Yi Feng haggle with the seamstress, Feng Qianyue was utterly speechless.
In seven days, he would undergo the Death Inheritance. To improve his chances of success, thorough preparation was essential—the more prepared he was, the higher the likelihood of survival.
Yet, with the countdown ticking away, instead of focusing on what truly mattered, he was preoccupied with trivialities like clothing and daily necessities. It baffled her.
It wasn’t because of her bet with Bai Ji that she felt this way.
It was just common sense—anyone would prioritize preparation, right?
Finally, after much bargaining, Yi Feng bought two reasonably fitting robes from the seamstress.
But even after that, contrary to Feng Qianyue’s expectations, he didn’t turn his attention to the inheritance. Instead, he continued to fuss over food.
The sky gradually darkened.
The twilight scenery was breathtaking—fiery clouds painted half the sky, casting a golden hue over the world.
The distant sea shimmered, perfectly mirroring the blazing sky above.
Two skies, one above, one below…
Such beauty should have lifted anyone’s spirits.
Yet.
Feng Qianyue couldn’t feel an ounce of joy.
From the moment they left the house until now, Yi Feng had wasted an entire day.
She watched helplessly, anxiety gnawing at her.
Every lost day meant less time to prepare, which could ultimately jeopardize his chances of survival.
At last, after a full day of shopping, Yi Feng stretched contentedly.
"Busy all day, but finally got everything I needed," he said with satisfaction.
His words momentarily eased Feng Qianyue’s worries. She breathed a quiet sigh of relief, thinking, Has he finally come to his senses?
"Sir, what should we do next?" she asked cautiously.
"We’ve been running around all day. Nothing left to do—let’s head back." Yi Feng shielded his eyes as he admired the sunset, looking completely at ease.
Feng Qianyue’s lips twitched.
"Go… back?"
She blinked in disbelief. "Sir, aren’t you supposed to be preparing for the inheritance? We’re just leaving?"
"I was preparing," Yi Feng said, spinning his storage ring with a grin. "I already got everything I needed. No reason to stick around, right?"
Feng Qianyue was dumbfounded.
She took a deep breath and asked, slowly, "Are you saying… the beef jerky, pickled duck legs, and sausages you bought today are your preparations for the Death Inheritance?"
"Yeah? Weren’t you watching me buy them?" Yi Feng replied.
Hearing his confirmation, Feng Qianyue staggered back, clutching her forehead as if her entire worldview had shattered.
So this was what he meant by "preparations."
Oh heavens…
She was at a complete loss for words.
This was the Death Inheritance we were talking about.
Shouldn’t he be gathering life-saving artifacts and trump cards?
Instead, he was stocking up on beef jerky?
Was this some kind of joke?
"Sir," she pressed, "the Death Inheritance is fraught with danger. Beyond… these preparations, don’t you think you need something more?"
"Something more…?" Yi Feng scratched his head. "Let me think about it."
Watching him actually pause to consider it, Feng Qianyue nearly lost her composure.
Wasn’t it common sense to prepare thoroughly for something like this? And yet, he needed her to remind him?
To put it bluntly…
Was there something wrong with this man’s thought process?
"Ah! Now that you mention it, I did forget something important!" Yi Feng suddenly slapped his thigh in realization.
Feng Qianyue exhaled in relief.
Finally, he was getting back on track.
But his next sentence plunged her straight into despair.
"I got all the meat and preserves, but I forgot staple food! Can’t just eat side dishes without rice, right? I’ll need some dry rations—maybe compress them myself. Wait here, I’ll grab some from that shop across the street."
With that, he marched off to resume haggling with the shopkeeper.
Feng Qianyue wanted to cry. Or maybe just die.
She was beginning to regret her decision at the Moonlit Tower.
Sure, Yi Feng had managed to catch the Dragon Fish.
But the more she got to know him, the more unreliable he seemed.
Even after buying the dry rations, Yi Feng showed no intention of making any other preparations. Instead, he basked in the satisfaction of his successful bargaining.
Feng Qianyue fell silent.
She gave up.
No more struggling. If doom awaited, so be it.
...
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
