“Judging by the pattern of Fan Jin’s success in the imperial examination, a sharp slap to the face, followed by a jab at what he cares about most, should snap this guy out of it!” Ye Feng acted immediately, delivering a crisp slap to Zhou Changshu’s cheek.
Then, pointing at Yue Ya, he declared: “Zhou Changshu, though you’ve lost, I appreciate your sincerity.
Take Yue Ya and leave at once!” As expected, Zhou Changshu’s eyes lit up instantly, regaining their former vitality upon hearing Ye Feng’s words.
Rising to his feet, Zhou Changshu bowed deeply to Ye Feng with genuine respect.
“Thank you!” “I will honor my word and never appear before you again.” After hearing that one line of poetry, Zhou Changshu had fully grasped the insurmountable gap between himself and Ye Feng.
To continue opposing Ye Feng would likely lead to his own demise without him even realizing how it happened.
Ye Feng let out a sigh of relief.
This marked his first successful confrontation with a villain since arriving in the Endless World—a significant milestone.
With that, Zhou Changshu turned to Yue Ya, his face brimming with anticipation.
However, Yue Ya’s next words stunned him speechless.
“Who are you?” “Why should I go with you?” “Young Master Ye is a dragon among men.
If you were in my place, would you abandon him for you?” Hearing Yue Ya’s words, Zhou Changshu’s face instantly turned ashen.
Meanwhile, his Golden Finger began fanning the flames.
“This Son of Destiny, Ye Feng, must have known Yue Ya’s attitude all along.
He said that deliberately, just to humiliate you again.” Zhou Changshu’s face instantly darkened, and he shot Ye Feng a resentful glance.
Seeing this, Ye Feng grew anxious.
This was the first villain he’d persuaded to turn away, and he couldn’t afford to fail now.
Thinking quickly, a flood of “little fairy” platitudes flashed through his mind as he lectured Zhou Changshu with righteous indignation: “Old Zhou, are you giving up over such a minor setback?
Have you ever considered this might be Yue Ya testing you?” “Besides, you’re currently without a car, a house—no, that’s wrong—without power, without status.
How could you ask Yue Ya to suffer with you?” “If you truly love her, work harder!
When you become the Great Qin Literary Sage, Yue Ya will naturally change her mind.” “Applause if you understand!” As Ye Feng spoke, Zhou Changshu’s blood inexplicably began to boil, and he involuntarily started clapping.
In that moment, Zhou Changshu completely forgot about his Golden Finger’s advice.
Despite Zhou Changshu’s repeated provocations, Ye Feng had not held a grudge but had genuinely encouraged him.
If he still acted ungratefully, he wouldn’t just be unworthy of being a scholar; he wouldn’t even qualify as human!
“Brother Ye, thank you for the reminder!” Zhou Changshu cupped his hands in thanks to Ye Feng, then turned to gaze at Yue Ya with tender affection, his voice thick with emotion.
“Yue Ya, wait for me!” Without waiting for her response, he turned and strode away without a hint of lingering attachment.
“Host, you’ve been tricked by the Son of Destiny!” Zhou Changshu’s Golden Finger could no longer contain itself, directly warning him.
“Silence!” Zhou Changshu retorted inwardly, his face cold and resolute.
“If you dare speak ill of Brother Ye again, I’ll sever our connection immediately!
Go find another host!” The Golden Finger was stunned.
It hadn’t realized Ye Feng’s brainwashing abilities were so potent.
But having already bonded with Zhou Changshu, severing the connection wouldn’t be so easy.
“It seems the mission to conquer the Son of Destiny will have to be abandoned!” Zhou Changshu’s Golden Finger had no choice but to give up on its pursuit of Ye Feng.
At the same moment, a system notification suddenly chimed in Ye Feng’s ear.
[ Ding!
Congratulations, Host, for resolving the hostility of villain Zhou Changshu.
Reward: 50,000 Salted Fish Points.
] Ye Feng’s eyes lit up.
He hadn’t expected that persuading a villain to retreat would yield such a windfall.
Just as he was pondering how to spend this sudden fortune, a voice suddenly rang out beside him.
“Young Master, your words are truly profound!” The speaker was none other than Yue Ya.
At that moment, Yue Ya’s gaze toward Ye Feng was filled with pure adoration.
Every word Ye Feng spoke seemed to resonate deep within her heart.
Startled by Yue Ya’s fiery gaze, Ye Feng hastily turned and strode into the courtyard, declaring, “I’ll be in seclusion for the next few days.
Don’t disturb me!” Ye Feng was terrified that if he lingered even a moment longer, he might inadvertently cultivate a Little Fairy of the Endless World with just a few casual words.
Yue Ya nodded eagerly, promising to obey.
Her worship of Ye Feng had now reached its peak.
Not only would she refuse to leave, but even if he asked her to share his bed, she wouldn’t refuse.
In the courtyard, Elder Liuli stared at Ye Feng, who was lounging lazily on a deck chair, his face etched with shock, as if he were observing a monster.
Under the watchful gaze of a Martial King Realm expert, Ye Feng remained as steady as Mount Tai, completely unfazed, leisurely browsing the Salted Fish Mall.
His current Salted Fish Points were more than enough for him to break through to the Late-stage Martial Spirit Realm.
Yet Ye Feng showed no intention of using them for a breakthrough.
Though the exhilarating sensation of realm breakthroughs was undeniably intoxicating.
To break through to the Mid-stage Martial Spirit Realm required 20,000 Salted Fish Points.
Advancing from the Mid-stage to the Late-stage Martial Spirit Realm required an even staggering 30,000 Salted Fish Points.
Were the pearl milk tea ramen, hot pot rice, and big plate chicken, all worth just 1 Salted Fish Point each, not delicious?
As a frugal man who knew how to manage his household, Ye Feng valued cost-effectiveness above all else!
“I heard Wu Bailie came looking for you?” After a long silence, Elder Liuli finally took a deep breath and spoke.
“Yeah, he even gave me fifty Mid-grade Spirit Stones to win me over.
Should the Moon Shadow Sect give me even more to buy my loyalty?” Ye Feng replied nonchalantly.
Elder Liuli’s expression froze.
If Ye Feng had vehemently denied the accusation or offered endless excuses, Elder Liuli could have lectured him using the sect rules.
But Ye Feng’s frankness completely caught him off guard.
Yueli Peak was home only to Elder Liuli, with no sect industries or resources.
His regular sect stipend barely covered his own cultivation needs.
Even the three hundred Mid-grade Spirit Stones he’d lent Ye Feng had been borrowed from Yue Wu.
Even a hero can be brought down by poverty.
Elder Liuli, whose poverty had sapped his spirit, could no longer bear to stay.
Spiritual energy surged beneath his feet, propelling him into the air as he swiftly departed Ye Feng’s courtyard.
However, a voice reached Ye Feng’s ears: “Recently, Great Han powerhouses have infiltrated Great Qin, hunting down talented disciples.
As your master, I must return to the sect immediately!” “You must also be extremely careful!” Having deliberately driven Elder Liuli away, Ye Feng felt a pang of guilt.
Regardless of his motives, Elder Liuli had always treated both the original Son of Destiny and Ye Feng himself well.
Yet Ye Feng kept trying to exploit him for personal gain.
But this flicker of guilt vanished in less than half a second, overwhelmed by the savory aroma of the five pounds of spicy crayfish he had just redeemed for 10 Salted Fish Points.
“I’m such a scoundrel!” Ye Feng muttered to himself, chewing thoughtfully.
“Elder Liuli treats me so well, yet I treat him like this!” “Still,” he continued between bites, “I’ll still fleece him next time we meet.
After all, it tastes so damn good!” As Ye Feng savored his meal, he remained oblivious to the profound repercussions his casual recitation of two lines of poetry had already set in motion across the Endless World.