Return the Dowry!
1: Chapter 1: A Divorce?
Return the Dowry!
Endless Continent, Great Qin Imperial Dynasty, Wulian Prefecture, Ye Clan.
“Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, don’t…” In the resplendent golden hall, a youth with unwavering eyes and refined features roared furiously.
His voice rang with metallic force, causing those who heard it to pale in fear.
But before he could finish, a sharp pain pierced his mind, and a fleeting look of confusion flashed in his eyes.
Fuck, did I just transmigrate?
As he merged with the memories flooding his mind, Ye Feng wanted to cry but no tears came.
Just moments ago, Ye Feng had been sitting in the security guard room, munching on bone marrow starch sausages and reading a novel.
He had casually remarked: “This Son of Destiny, who shares my name, is so pitiful!
He’s constantly being manipulated by the villains and is practically being greenlit into the Hulk by the heroines!” “If it were me, I’d just lie low until the end of the book and watch them try to fleece me.” Now, he had actually transmigrated into the very world of the novel he had been reading.
The good news was that he had transmigrated into Ye Feng, the novel’s most powerful Son of Destiny.
The bad news was that the novel was called King of Villains, a villain-centric story.
The Son of Destiny, Ye Feng, would be milked dry by the various villains in the novel, each armed with their own golden fingers, until he was left a hollow husk, destined to die.
In the end, the hundred-plus villains would engage in a brutal free-for-all, with the victor crowned the King of Villains, destined to live a life of debauchery and bliss with dozens of female leads.
After much deliberation, Ye Feng couldn’t devise a way to break this cycle.
After all, the villains’ golden fingers knew no honor, allowing them to freely pick and choose martial techniques and cultivation methods, and, if they were feeling generous, even grant themselves a max-level upgrade package.
Meanwhile, his Heavenly Dao Patron was hopelessly bureaucratic, making every opportunity a grueling ordeal that nearly cost him two teammates’ lives.
“Mo what?
Ye Feng, were you about to say ‘Do not bully a young man for being poor’?
Shout it out loud!” Just then, a clear, resonant voice suddenly rang out.
Ye Feng followed the sound’s direction, his pupils contracting involuntarily.
A handsome, powerfully built young man was gazing at him with a mocking smile.
Combining the original owner’s memories with his familiarity with the King of Villains plot, Ye Feng instantly recognized him: Li Changfeng, one of the major villains.
Li Changfeng, a mid-stage Martial Spirit Realm cultivator, was the Moon Shadow Sect’s foremost disciple.
Endless World, Nine Realms of Martial Dao: Martial Artist, Martial Master, Martial Spirit, Martial General, Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial God, Martial Saint, Martial Zenith.
Li Changfeng, having broken through to the mid-stage Martial Spirit Realm at the age of 20, was already hailed as Wulian Prefecture’s foremost genius.
The Moon Shadow Sect reigned supreme as Wulian Prefecture’s foremost sect, its power dwarfing the Ye Clan’s by several tiers.
Beside Li Changfeng stood a woman with a cold, unadorned face—Ye Feng’s former fiancée, the female lead of the annulled engagement plot.
Wulian Prefecture, Lin Clan, Lin Xian’er.
Ye Feng glanced at Lin Xian’er’s appearance.
Accustomed to the modern era’s beauties enhanced by beauty filters and slimming makeup, he gave her a blunt assessment.
Ordinary!
According to the plot, after Ye Feng uttered “Do not bully a young man for being poor,” Li Changfeng would retort with mockery, stirring up discord between Ye Feng and Lin Xian’er.
Finally, he would dispatch the Martial General Realm elder from the Moon Shadow Sect standing behind him to severely injure Ye Feng.
Thus, the female lead would be won over by Li Changfeng, Ye Feng’s pride would be trampled, and the System’s reward would fall into Li Changfeng’s hands.
A three-for-one deal!
Thinking of this, Ye Feng shuddered involuntarily, vehemently denying it thrice in his mind.
“No, no, no!
We simply don’t want you to greedily keep our Ye Clan’s betrothal gifts—a total of ten Low-grade Spirit Stones.” With that, Ye Feng brazenly extended his hand and demanded, “Return the money!” At that moment, both Ye Nanshan, the Ye Clan patriarch, who was seething with righteous anger, and Lin Beihai, the Lin Clan patriarch, who had been wearing a smug expression, were stunned.
Ye Feng’s sudden reversal nearly broke their old backs!
His mercenary demeanor was a stark contrast to the resolute young man he had been just moments ago—it was as if they were two entirely different people!
Even Lin Xian’er cast a surprised glance at Ye Feng before a disdainful smile curled her lips.
Though Ye Feng was an orphan taken in by the Ye Clan, he had shown remarkable talent at age seven, awakening his spiritual insight and becoming a Martial Artist.
By twelve, he had broken through to the Late-stage Martial Artist Realm, causing a sensation throughout Wulian Prefecture.
It was only then that the Lin Clan agreed to betroth Lin Xian’er to Ye Feng.
Unexpectedly, seven years passed without Ye Feng advancing his cultivation by even an inch, leaving him indistinguishable from the crowd.
Meanwhile, Lin Xian’er, blessed with considerable talent, had already broken through to the Mid-stage Martial Master Realm and had joined the Moon Shadow Sect as an Inner Disciple.
Only after Li Changfeng revealed his affection for her did Lin Xian’er come to annul the engagement.
She had thought that even if Ye Feng’s cultivation was lacking, he would at least possess some backbone.
But now, witnessing Ye Feng’s behavior, Lin Xian’er’s face filled with disappointment as she tossed a cloth pouch at his feet.
“Here are ten Mid-grade Spirit Stones.
Take them!” “Our engagement is hereby terminated!” Ye Feng’s expression remained calm, but his hands moved swiftly as he quickly retrieved the pouch.
Ten Mid-grade Spirit Stones were equivalent to a hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones—and a staggering one million taels of gold!
Apart from behemoths like the Moon Shadow Sect, smaller clans like the Ye and Lin families could never amass such wealth.
Watching Ye Feng’s reaction, Lin Xian’er’s disdain deepened.
She rose to her feet, ready to leave immediately.
But at that moment, Li Changfeng beside her grew anxious.
As a designated villain, he had naturally awakened the System.
And the System’s first mission was to provoke Ye Feng, driving him to challenge Li Changfeng.
Then, he would have the Moon Shadow Sect elders behind him step forward and beat Ye Feng half to death.
If he left now, he’d forfeit the reward!
With that thought, Li Changfeng’s mind raced.
Finally, an idea flashed through his mind, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.
Legend had it that after the Son of Destiny’s cultivation stagnated, he endured countless scornful glances with unwavering patience.
Only when someone insulted Lin Xian’er would Ye Feng fight desperately.
Clearly, to Ye Feng, his childhood sweetheart and betrothed, Lin Xian’er, held immeasurable importance.
“Then I’ll have to sacrifice you, Xian’er!” Li Changfeng hardened his resolve inwardly, but a malicious grin spread across his face as he addressed Ye Feng.
“Ye Feng, you’re losing out big time by breaking off the engagement!” “Your betrothed is quite…
moist!” Seeing Li Changfeng’s expression, everyone instantly understood his meaning.
Even Lin Beihai’s face darkened with displeasure.
The matter had already been resolved, yet Li Changfeng’s actions not only humiliated Ye Feng but also tarnished Lin Xian’er’s reputation.
In the Endless World, women valued their reputation above all else.
If today’s events were to spread, Lin Xian’er would never be able to hold her head high again.
Lin Xian’er’s face was now deathly pale.
She never imagined that the usually refined and courteous Li Changfeng would utter such words.
At this moment, she was filled with deep regret.
If she could choose again, she would rather have not come to break off the engagement than endure this humiliation.
But Lin Xian’er knew she couldn’t retort.
To do so would be to slap Li Changfeng in the face, making it impossible for her to remain at the Moon Shadow Sect.
Now, Lin Xian’er’s gaze toward Ye Feng was filled with desperate hope.
How she wished Ye Feng would act like he did in their childhood, fighting Li Changfeng fiercely for her sake and avenging her honor.
Ye Feng glanced at Lin Xian’er, fully aware of her hypocritical act of trying to have it both ways.
But he was no longer the original Ye Feng.
How could he be so easily provoked?
Eager to get Li Changfeng to take Lin Xian’er away sooner, Ye Feng switched into “perfunctory mode.” “Ah, right, right, right!
Lin Xian’er is indeed quite moist.
Great minds think alike, eh?”