Without waiting for a response, Hou Jing spoke directly.
“Senior Brother Ye said he hopes Senior Brother will treat Xian’er well!” Li Changfeng’s expression darkened at this.
When did this Son of Destiny learn to play the emotional card?
A complex expression flickered across Lin Xian’er’s face, her heart filled with guilt.
I never imagined that even after treating him so badly, he still wants me to be happy.
However, Hou Jing’s next words instantly shattered that flicker of remorse.
“Senior Brother Ye also asked Senior Brother to be gentle.
Junior Sister Xian’er is afraid of pain!” Lin Xian’er’s face turned deathly pale, her eyes wide with terror as she stared at Li Changfeng.
Her lips trembled, desperate to explain, but no words would come.
Hou Jing and the other Inner Disciples watched Li Changfeng with eager anticipation.
“Get out!” In the next instant, Li Changfeng erupted in furious rage, roaring like a madman.
“Get out now, or you’ll all die!” Hou Jing and his group immediately fled down the mountain in terror.
Yet inwardly, they felt a deep sense of satisfaction.
Zhao Yong even subtly gave Hou Jing a thumbs-up.
Today, they were also going to make Li Changfeng, that hypocrite who had tried to scam them, taste the madness of frustration.
Seeing Li Changfeng’s bloodshot eyes and hair standing on end in fury, Lin Xian’er timidly stepped forward, wanting to embrace him and offer comfort.
At that moment, Lin Xian’er had abandoned all restraint.
However, facing Lin Xian’er’s desperate attempt to embrace him, Li Changfeng directly struck out with a palm, hitting her squarely on the shoulder.
Consumed by rage, Li Changfeng no longer cared about System missions or Destiny Value rewards.
Compared to spending a lifetime as a cuckold, these were insignificant.
Pfft!
Under Li Changfeng’s strike, Lin Xian’er’s body instantly flew backward over five meters before crashing to the ground.
She then spat out a mouthful of blood, her expression paling.
A furious strike from an early-stage Martial Spirit Realm expert was simply beyond the capacity of a mere Martial Master to withstand.
With a single palm, Lin Xian’er was already critically injured.
“Lin Xian’er, I never want to see you again!” Li Changfeng said coldly, gazing at the disheveled Lin Xian’er.
Then, without a trace of lingering affection, he turned and strode away!
Watching Li Changfeng’s retreating figure, the pain in Lin Xian’er’s eyes gradually hardened into a cold, unwavering resolve.
A moment later, when Li Changfeng’s silhouette had completely vanished, Lin Xian’er retrieved a jet-black whistle and blew it forcefully.
Whoosh!
At the deep, muffled whistle, a black-robed figure materialized beside Lin Xian’er within moments, speaking slowly.
“Have you finally come to your senses?” The voice was piercingly sharp, making it impossible to discern its gender.
“Sooner or later, the Flame Demon Cult will rule Great Qin!” “And your status will rival that of the Great Qin Emperor himself!” As the black-robed figure spoke, it seized Lin Xian’er and soared into the distant horizon.
Only Lin Xian’er’s icy voice remained echoing atop Yuehua Peak.
“Li Changfeng, Ye Feng—the day I return will be your day of reckoning!” Anyone witnessing this scene would have been utterly stunned.
Flight through the air, requiring liquefied Spiritual Energy in the Dantian, was an ability reserved for Martial Kings.
This black-robed figure was, in fact, a Martial King-level powerhouse.
Even Moon Shadow Sect, the foremost sect in Wulian Prefecture, publicly claimed only its Sect Master and Ten Great Elders had reached the Martial King realm.
***** Not far from the Ye Clan’s residence, at the Drunken Immortal Tower brothel, Ye Feng listened to a melodious tune while enjoying a massage from Yue Ya, the establishment’s most renowned courtesan.
Yue Wu seemed bewitched, bombarding Ye Feng with cheesy pick-up lines every time he appeared.
Though he’d never played high-stakes games, Ye Feng, having seen countless “sea kings” and “sea queens” online in his past life, was hardly susceptible to Yue Wu’s flirtations.
Frustrated, Ye Feng retreated to the brothel for some peace and quiet.
Unbeknownst to him, his decision to spare Hou Jing had not only severed the bond between Li Changfeng and Lin Xian’er but also irrevocably altered Lin Xian’er’s fate.
“This is what I call living!” Basking in the blissful sensation of his massage, Ye Feng felt utterly content.
With a grand wave of his hand, he declared, “Tonight’s expenses are all on me!
Charge it to my adoptive father, Ye Nanshan!” A roar of cheers erupted throughout the Drunken Immortal Tower.
As for whether Ye Nanshan would object?
Given Ye Feng’s status as a Direct Disciple of the Moon Shadow Sect, such considerations were irrelevant.
The current Ye Feng was someone Ye Nanshan could no longer afford to offend.
“Hahaha!
Play the music!
Let the dancing continue!” Ye Feng laughed heartily, sprawled luxuriously across Yue Ya’s lap.
No wonder so many second-generation rich kids in my past life loved hitting up nightclubs, he mused.
This feeling of flaunting wealth is truly intoxicating!
Unbeknownst to Ye Feng, a refined young man in the crowd below was glaring at him with barely concealed fury.
The young man’s torment intensified whenever his gaze swept over Yue Ya, who was behaving intimately with Ye Feng.
But soon, a cold, emotionless voice rang in his ears, and a faint smile finally appeared on his face.
His golden finger had arrived!
In that instant, the young man’s demeanor transformed, radiating confidence and swagger.
Even Ye Feng failed to recognize him.
After all, the King of Villains world was teeming with villains.
Moreover, the original host’s memories only extended to the day of the engagement annulment, leaving him with a limited circle of acquaintances.
[ Ding!
Congratulations, Player, for successfully slacking off!
Reward: 300 Salted Fish Points.
] Just as the courtesan Yue Ya was feeding Ye Feng a cup of fine wine, the System notification suddenly rang in his ear.
Damn it!
Even becoming a Direct Disciple of the Moon Shadow Sect earned me no reward.
Who knew visiting a brothel would actually net me Salted Fish Points—three times the amount from the annulled engagement plotline, no less!
Ye Feng inwardly grumbled.
[ Ding!
System Notification: The higher the Player’s cultivation realm, the higher the maximum Salted Fish Points they can obtain.
] Hearing the System’s explanation, Ye Feng finally understood.
Unfortunately, breaking through from the Early-stage Martial Spirit Realm to the Late-stage Martial Spirit Realm required a staggering 20,000 Salted Fish Points.
Ye Feng’s Salted Fish Points had dwindled to a mere 11,383—utterly insufficient.
Even if he possessed 20,000 points, wouldn’t it be more tempting to exchange them for Gourmet Food and Happy Water, indulging in life’s pleasures?
Just as Ye Feng was immersing himself in this tender reverie, a thunderous voice brimming with mockery suddenly erupted.
“Hahaha!
I’ve long heard of Young Master Ye, whose cultivation is stunted yet who stubbornly refuses to give up, diligently training without a moment’s respite.” “Today’s spectacle, however, has truly opened my eyes, Zhou Changshu!” “So, he’s nothing but a pampered young master after all!” The crowd froze, instinctively looking up.
There stood a handsome young scholar, holding a flask of strong liquor and roaring with laughter.
He exuded the air of a wild, untamed genius!
Only Yue Ya, staring at Zhou Changshu’s face, wore a puzzled expression.
This Zhou Changshu…
she felt like she’d seen him somewhere before.
“Zhou Changshu?” Ye Feng blinked, instantly recognizing him.
“Isn’t that the villainous Great Qin Literary Sage from the original novel?
The one who wielded the moral high ground like a bludgeon, dispensing others’ wealth with a generous hand, and shattering realms through literary prowess?” In the original narrative, Zhou Changshu was also a transmigrator.
Within the Great Qin Imperial Dynasty, while martial arts flourished, the Literary Path languished.
Yet there remained many Literary Path powerhouses who broke through realms through poetry, lyrics, and prose, comprehending the mysteries of heaven and earth to elevate their cultivation.
Zhou Changshu, relying on the poetry and literature of his original world, opportunistically embarked on the Literary Path.
However, Zhou Changshu had a penchant for playing the teacher, always eager to deliver lectures to anyone who would listen.
He also enjoyed morally blackmailing Ye Feng, the Son of Destiny, exploiting Ye Feng’s opportunities and treasures to curry favor.
Yet he always pretended he was doing it for Ye Feng’s own good.
He lacked not only the integrity expected of a scholar, but even basic human decency.
Ultimately, after thoroughly fleecing Ye Feng, Zhou Changshu attained sainthood through literature, becoming Great Qin’s first Literary Sage, his name resonating throughout the Endless World.
But Zhou Changshu had one fatal weakness: Yue Ya!
Legend has it that when Zhou Changshu first transmigrated, he was starving and freezing, on the verge of death.
Fortunately, the kind-hearted Yue Ya gave him half a sesame cake, saving his life.
From that moment onward, Zhou Changshu cherished the memory of that half-cake, dedicating his heart to Yue Ya.
“Heh, morally blackmailing me to fleece me?” Ye Feng glanced at Zhou Changshu, a flicker of disdain crossing his eyes.
“I have no morals to begin with!
How are you going to fleece me now?”