The Older the Monster, the More Moody It Gets

"Still, if my potential is limitless, why are you so excited?"

Yi Feng couldn't help but ask the old man before him.

The elder stroked his beard and smiled mysteriously. "I’ve searched across countless realms just to find someone like you—a person whose fate is unfathomable. Only someone without limits is worthy of inheriting my legacy."

Yi Feng was taken aback.

So, this old man wanted to take him as a disciple!

"Of course, truly inheriting my legacy isn’t so simple. To prove yourself worthy, you’ll need to pass additional trials," the old man said eagerly. "But as luck would have it, you’re about to undergo the Death Inheritance. Consider this your first test."

"Hey, hey, old man, I haven’t even agreed yet, and you’re already celebrating?"

Yi Feng rolled his eyes.

"Heh, whether you agree or not is a matter for later. What matters now is whether you’re qualified. Only if you prove yourself worthy can we discuss whether you’ll accept. And if you do qualify, I doubt you’d refuse my legacy." The elder stroked his beard confidently.

Yi Feng scoffed and rolled his eyes again.

This old man was way too full of himself.

"Of course, it’s still too early to say. First, you must survive the Death Inheritance. If you succeed, I will take you as my disciple," the elder said with anticipation. "But don’t feel too pressured. Though the trial is perilous, your fate is beyond even my sight—so I have high hopes for you. I believe you’ll succeed."

Yi Feng’s face visibly darkened.

This old man…

Had a truly black heart.

The bastard hadn’t even started the Death Inheritance, and he was already jinxing him with his optimism.

How could someone be so shamelessly cunning?

Yi Feng stood up to leave.

Anyone who wished him "good luck" from the outset wasn’t worth associating with.

"Wait!"

Seeing Yi Feng about to leave, the elder hurriedly called out, "Though I have great faith in you, the Death Inheritance is still extremely dangerous. The mortality rate is… not insignificant."

Hearing this, Yi Feng’s darkened expression eased slightly.

Now that sounded like something a decent person would say.

But the old man’s next words nearly made Yi Feng explode.

"Still, since the Death Inheritance is your test, and I’m eager to take you as my disciple, I can pull some strings for you."

With that, the elder slapped a talisman onto the table.

"This is my Reincarnation Talisman, forged over 9,999 years by gathering rare materials across countless realms. It was meant for my future disciple. Its power is immense—it can substitute for your death once."

"In other words, with this, you’ll have two lives."

"Though you’re not my disciple yet, I’m willing to give it to you in advance."

"Take it, and your chances of surviving the Death Inheritance will skyrocket—you might even succeed with ease."

Yi Feng’s fists clenched audibly.

Cutting off a man’s path to death was like killing his parents.

Never had he imagined this old man could be so vicious—not only jinxing him from the start but even handing him a life-saving artifact.

And one so absurdly overpowered at that.

What a damned old bastard!

His heart was truly wicked.

"Old man, keep that talisman for your future disciple. I don’t need it."

Yi Feng spoke coldly, not even glancing at the talisman as he turned to leave.

"Ha! This kid actually refuses my Reincarnation Talisman? I’m even more impressed now! Bold and principled—just the kind of disciple I want. If you survive the inheritance without it, I’ll teach you everything I know."

The elder stroked his beard, watching Yi Feng’s resolute departure with admiration.

The words made Yi Feng stumble, nearly spitting blood in frustration.

Damn it all.

He’d never met someone so diabolical in his life.

Returning home, Yi Feng spent the entire day in a foul mood.

Being cursed with optimism before the trial even began was just plain unlucky.

Sitting in a pavilion, he sipped tea in silence, trying to calm his rage.

Beside him, Feng Qianyue quietly refilled his cup.

Just then, a young man in luxurious robes strode in.

"Lingbei? What brings you here?"

Feng Qianyue looked up in surprise. It was her younger brother, Feng Lingbei.

Feng Lingbei’s expression was grim. He glanced at Yi Feng first, clearly unimpressed by his presence.

"I asked you a question. Why are you here?"

Feng Qianyue frowned.

"Sister, go beg Master to take back what you said earlier," Feng Lingbei said.

"Take it back?"

Feng Qianyue’s delicate brows arched slightly. "Once a decision is made, there’s no taking it back."

"But... but you'll lose your status as the heir to the island master," Feng Lingbei said impatiently.

"I know."

Feng Qianyue glanced at Yi Feng, seemingly unwilling to let him know about the bet she had made with Bai Ji due to the Death Inheritance. Instead, she directly dismissed him, saying, "I don’t want to talk about this right now. If you have nothing else to say, you should leave."

But Feng Lingbei didn’t comply. Knowing it was impossible to persuade Feng Qianyue to back down and ask their master to revoke the bet, he turned his gaze to Yi Feng.

"You should leave now. There’s no way you’ll pass the inheritance," Feng Lingbei said coldly.

"Oh?"

Yi Feng tilted his head.

"My sister is the next heir to the island master. If you get close to her and somehow survive the Death Inheritance, she’ll have you as her backing. That means her rival, Bai Ji, will lose his chance to compete for the position. So, Bai Ji will never let you pass the inheritance."

"Before the inheritance begins, Bai Ji will definitely interfere."

"And even without his interference, your chances of successfully inheriting it are already slim. With him meddling, your odds of survival drop to zero."

"In other words, if you don’t leave now and enter the inheritance, you’ll die without a doubt. There’s no way you’ll make it out alive."

"What’s your name?"

Yi Feng asked.

The question caught Feng Lingbei completely off guard.

Here he was, discussing such a serious matter, and instead of responding, Yi Feng was asking about his name?

With a dark expression, he replied, "My sister and I are siblings by blood. Of course, I’m also surnamed Feng."

"Ah, so it’s Brother Feng!"

Yi Feng stood up enthusiastically and clasped Feng Lingbei’s hands. "Quick, quick, have a seat!"

Without waiting for Feng Lingbei to react, Yi Feng warmly pulled him to a seat and even poured him a cup of tea.

The sudden hospitality left Feng Lingbei utterly bewildered.

Though he had refrained from outright hostility toward Yi Feng out of respect for Feng Qianyue, he knew his earlier tone hadn’t been exactly friendly.

Meanwhile, Feng Qianyue watched nervously from the side.

She had been worried that her brother’s blunt words might provoke Yi Feng, but instead of taking offense, Yi Feng had greeted Feng Lingbei with unexpected warmth.

Are all great figures this eccentric?

As the saying goes, the older the monster, the more unpredictable their temper.