Empress Regnant Yaoguang was notoriously husband-killing!
In the original novel, she had cursed to death no fewer than seven powerful figures.
Among them was even a Martial Emperor Realm expert!
Ye Feng, this puny Martial Spirit Realm wretch, stood no chance.
Other bosses merely sought to maximize profits by exploiting their workers.
This boss wanted to claim lives outright!
Seeing Ye Feng’s complete lack of interest, his face twisted with disgust.
Shasheng breathed a sigh of relief, but fury soon followed.
Empress Regnant Yaoguang was his dream lover too.
Had the offer been made to him, he would have hitched a carriage that very night and raced back to the Great Han Imperial Dynasty’s capital to marry the Empress Regnant.
Yet Ye Feng, blessed with such fortune, remained oblivious to his good fortune!
“Boy, since you can’t recognize a good thing when it’s offered, I’ll just have to see you off myself!” Shasheng’s icy voice rang out, and a blood-red dagger materialized in his hand.
“Wait!” Just as Shasheng moved to subdue Ye Feng, Ye Feng suddenly spoke, halting him.
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t agree, did I?” Shasheng froze, a flicker of disappointment inexplicably flashing through his heart.
Nevertheless, he sheathed his dagger and gestured for Ye Feng to proceed.
“Young Master Ye, my apologies.
I misunderstood!” “Let’s hurry!
Once the Great Qin experts arrive, we won’t be able to escape!” Hearing Shasheng’s words, Ye Feng’s eyes lit up.
If I can just stall until the Great Qin experts arrive, I can get away without a fight.
What’s not to like?
With this thought, Ye Feng immediately shook his head and said, “Hold on!
I have a few conditions!” Before Shasheng could react, Ye Feng continued, “Every month, I require 100 High-grade Spirit Stones.
I’m a bit of a clean freak—cultivating with lower-grade stones makes me feel unwell.” “As for living quarters, nothing too grand—just a residence a hundred times the size of this courtyard would do nicely, to ease my homesickness.” “Martial skills?
I only need Heaven-tier or higher, at least five volumes per month.
Even if I don’t use them for cultivation, they’d make excellent table legs.” ***** Watching Ye Feng prattle on endlessly, showing no sign of stopping, Shasheng felt numb.
He didn’t just find a peerless genius for the Great Han Imperial Dynasty—he brought back a damn ancestor!
A hundred High-grade Spirit Stones?
Empress Regnant Yaoguang didn’t even use that many in a month of cultivation!
A courtyard a hundred times larger?
That would be at least ten thousand square meters!
In the Great Han Imperial City, where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold, it would probably cost over a thousand High-grade Spirit Stones.
Heaven-tier Martial Skills were one thing, but five books a month?
The most infuriating part was that he wanted to use them as table legs!
Is this a negotiation?
He’s treating me like a turtle in a wishing well!
Despite his fury, Shasheng’s orders were to agree to all of Ye Feng’s demands.
Thus, with a face twisted in resentment, Shasheng had to suppress his homicidal urges and meticulously record each condition.
Time ticked by, minute by minute.
After five hours, when he glimpsed figures approaching through the shattered gate, Ye Feng’s eyes lit up.
He grabbed the iced black tea beside him and drained it in one gulp.
Throughout the night’s demands, Ye Feng had even named his future child with Empress Regnant Yaoguang as a condition.
Now, finally, he was free!
“Hm?” Ye Feng’s sudden pause caused Shasheng, his face numb and dark circles under his eyes, to look up in confusion.
“Ye…
Young Master Ye, is that all?” Shasheng asked, his voice hoarse and his face twisted in bitterness.
Ignoring Shasheng, Ye Feng’s body trembled as he unleashed Phantom Trace-less at the Great Accomplishment Stage, surging out of the courtyard with astonishing speed.
Gazing at the afterimages trailing behind Ye Feng, Shasheng had no time to marvel.
Dozens of figures had already gathered outside the courtyard.
Leading them were Li Changfeng, the Moon Shadow Sect’s eldest disciple, and Ye Nanshan, the Ye Clan Patriarch.
“Ye Feng, are you alright?” Ye Nanshan asked, his face etched with concern.
Watching Ye Nanshan’s melodramatic act, Ye Feng couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
Last night, Shasheng had broken down the door, creating a massive commotion.
He refused to believe Ye Nanshan had been completely unaware.
The truth was, Ye Nanshan had cowered upon sensing Shasheng’s late-stage Martial General Realm cultivation.
Only when Li Changfeng arrived with the Moon Shadow Sect disciples did he dare show his face.
Ignoring Ye Nanshan completely, Ye Feng turned to Li Changfeng, his face radiating admiration.
“Senior Brother’s plans are flawless, Junior Brother is deeply impressed!” he exclaimed.
“As expected, an assassin from the Great Han Imperial Dynasty infiltrated the Ye Clan, attempting to recruit me.
Senior Brother, please punish them!” Li Changfeng stared at Ye Feng, utterly bewildered.
What “flawless strategy”?
I haven’t done anything!
Originally, Li Changfeng had planned to take the Moon Shadow Sect disciples on a leisurely tour of the mountains and rivers.
After Ye Feng had suffered enough, they would rush to the Ye Clan to humiliate him and plunder his Destiny Value.
Unexpectedly, Moon Shadow had ambushed them halfway there.
Under the Saintess’s orders, Li Changfeng dared not delay, pressing on day and night to arrive in time.
He hadn’t seen Ye Feng since helping Lin Xian’er annul their engagement.
What is this guy even talking about?
Before Li Changfeng could grasp the situation, the Moon Shadow Sect disciples behind him suddenly realized the “truth” and began showering him with praise.
“Senior Brother is brilliant!
Using Ye Feng as bait to lure out the scum of Great Han was truly a feat worthy of a modern-day Zhuge Liang!” “My admiration for Senior Brother is like the mighty Yangtze River, flowing endlessly, or like the overflowing Heavenly River, once unleashed, impossible to restrain!” “Hmph, with Senior Brother personally intervening, does this old fool even stand a chance?” Meanwhile, Shasheng’s face darkened as he glared at Li Changfeng, his murderous intent palpable.
He never imagined he could be outmaneuvered by a mere disciple of the Moon Shadow Sect.
As for Ye Feng?
In Shasheng’s eyes, he was nothing more than Li Changfeng’s puppet.
Shasheng harbored far less hatred for Ye Feng.
“Boy, you won’t live through today!” Shasheng roared, brandishing a blood-red dagger as he charged toward Li Changfeng.
With a flick of his hand, a fiery column shot skyward, exploding into a crimson character for “Kill” in mid-air.
At that moment, Li Changfeng finally understood Ye Feng’s scheme.
He’s diverting Shasheng’s hatred onto me, making me take the fall!
But seeing his junior brothers and sisters gazing at him with such admiration, Li Changfeng knew that even if he explained, no one would believe him.
As a villain, however, Li Changfeng had no intention of suffering a loss.
His eyes darted about, and he pointed at Shasheng, who was rushing toward him, sneering, “Trash like you isn’t worth my personal attention.” “Junior Brother Ye Feng, this rare opportunity for experience is yours!” Drawing on his past life’s understanding of Sons of Destiny, Li Changfeng was certain Ye Feng would rush forward to fight Shasheng to the death.
Sons of Destiny were quintessential honey badgers, taking on anyone and everyone.
Even against a Late-stage Martial General Realm cultivator, let alone a Martial King expert, a Son of Destiny wouldn’t back down.
After all, the Heavenly Dao, his “father,” was always there to protect him and ensure his survival.
But in the next moment, before Li Changfeng could react, Ye Feng activated Phantom Trace-less and appeared behind him.
Immediately, Li Changfeng felt a tremendous force surge from behind, propelling him uncontrollably toward Shasheng.
Simultaneously, Ye Feng’s mocking voice rang in Li Changfeng’s ear: “Senior Brother, how could I possibly rob you of this training opportunity?” “For your Martial Path, for the future of our Moon Shadow Sect, I choose to concede!” “Work hard, Senior Brother!
Don’t let my sacrifice and hopes be in vain!” Catching a glimpse of Ye Feng’s ambiguous, half-smiling face behind him, Li Changfeng knew without a doubt that Ye Feng had pushed him.
Forced to act, Li Changfeng drew his longsword and clashed with Shasheng.
Yet his heart seethed with frustration.
Not only has this Son of Destiny screwed me over, but he expects me to be grateful and weep tears of gratitude!
What tormented Li Changfeng even more was Ye Feng’s transformation since the annulment debacle.
He had become a completely different person—devoid of ambition, like a salted fish.
Li Changfeng hadn’t completed a single System Task, nor had he managed to steal even a single Destiny Value point.
This can’t go on!
Li Changfeng sighed inwardly, his mind in turmoil.