The Ye Clan members exchanged bewildered glances, none knowing Ye Feng’s whereabouts.
Ye Feng was usually taciturn, either cultivating or on his way to cultivate.
As a result, he had little interaction with the rest of the Ye Clan.
“Find him immediately!” Seeing the crowd’s inaction, Ye Nanshan’s face darkened, and he barked harshly.
If they couldn’t seize this opportunity to rid themselves of Ye Feng—this hot potato—the Ye Clan might face utter annihilation!
Several Ye Clan disciples scrambled toward the rear courtyard.
Just then, an elderly man with a stern face, clad in gray coarse cloth, appeared before them.
Behind him stood a gentle-faced woman with a sweet and lovely demeanor.
“Greetings, Elder Liuli!” Ye Nanshan’s weathered face instantly lit up with a humble smile, and he bowed respectfully.
Elder Liuli swept a glance over the fawning crowd behind Ye Nanshan, his brow furrowing slightly in displeasure.
By nature straightforward and forthright, he detested sycophants and flatterers.
Yet, having come to ask a favor, Elder Liuli merely nodded curtly in acknowledgment to Ye Nanshan.
Then, pointing to the gentle woman behind him, he introduced her.
“This is Yue Wu, our Moon Shadow Sect Saintess!” Upon hearing the title “Saintess,” shock instantly spread across the crowd’s faces.
Their gazes toward Yue Wu shifted from curiosity to reverence.
Many young talents’ eyes burned with passion and excitement.
Everyone knew that the Moon Shadow Sect Saintess wasn’t just the sect’s highest-ranking disciple among the younger generation.
If she didn’t die prematurely, she would undoubtedly become the next Sect Leader!
If one could win Yue Wu’s favor—essentially securing a “soft life” through her status—they could swagger through Wulian Prefecture with impunity!
Yue Wu maintained a serene smile, showing no arrogance despite her lofty status.
Instead, she stood gracefully behind Elder Liuli, her smiling eyes sweeping over the crowd.
However, as her gaze swept across the assembly, a flicker of disappointment crossed her eyes.
The figure that had haunted her dreams in her previous life—a figure she both yearned for and loathed to her core—was nowhere to be seen.
***** Knock, knock, knock!
Urgent knocking echoed rapidly outside Ye Feng’s small courtyard.
Several Ye Clan members, their faces anxious, waited outside the gate.
After all, failing to bring Ye Feng back would likely incur Ye Nanshan’s wrath.
Moreover, Elder Liuli of the Moon Shadow Sect had personally arrived.
Who would want to miss such an opportunity?
Just then, the knocking startled Ye Feng awake from his deep slumber.
After storing his large bed in his System Space, Ye Feng stood up and was about to open the door when a System notification instantly sounded in his ear.
Ding!
Congratulations, Host!
You have slept for over 12 hours.
Slacking off successfully!
You have gained 10 Salted Fish Points.
Ye Feng froze for a moment, then his heart leaped with joy.
I can get Salted Fish Points just for sleeping?!
Looks like I need to develop the good habit of sleeping in and waking up late from now on!
Ye Feng muttered to himself as he opened the gate.
Outside, the Ye Clan disciples stared in surprise at the sleepy-eyed Ye Feng.
The usual Ye Feng was obsessed with cultivation, as if he possessed endless energy.
When has he ever been so lazy?
However, the group didn’t dwell on it and immediately spoke up.
“Ye Feng, Elder Liuli of the Moon Shadow Sect has arrived!” “The Patriarch specifically requested you to greet him.
Hurry and come with us!” To the group, facing such an opportunity, Ye Feng would undoubtedly follow them without hesitation.
But in the next moment, Ye Feng’s actions stunned them.
“I’m not going!” Bang!
Before his words had even finished, Ye Feng slammed the door shut, nearly crushing their noses, forcing them to stumble back several steps in alarm.
“What do we do now?” The group exchanged glances.
Although Ye Feng’s cultivation progress had been hindered, he had not only reached the Late-stage Martial Artist Realm, the same as them, but his combat prowess was also astonishing.
They were no match for him.
Forcibly capturing Ye Feng seemed impossible.
Besides, though Ye Feng was merely Ye Nanshan’s adopted son, he was still considered part of the Ye Clan’s direct lineage.
Even if they suffered a setback, they wouldn’t dare show their anger.
“Let’s go!” “Report the truth to the Patriarch!” Left with no other choice, the group retreated.
However, feeling thoroughly humiliated, they weren’t about to let this go.
They planned to embellish Ye Feng’s arrogant and overbearing behavior when reporting to the Patriarch.
Ideally, they wanted to do so in Elder Liuli’s presence!
Ye Feng humiliated them, so they would ruin Ye Feng’s future!
Returning to his small courtyard, Ye Feng washed up, spent 1 Salted Fish Point to exchange for soy milk and fried dough sticks, and began eating.
Ye Feng didn’t want to see Elder Liuli, not just because he didn’t want to go to the Moon Shadow Sect.
Most importantly, in the original novel, when Elder Liuli came this time, he also brought Yue Wu, one of the few female villains in the book.
Yue Wu’s purpose in coming was to seduce Ye Feng, making him fall in love with her at first sight.
Ultimately, she would hook him like a fish with its mouth agape and devour his fortune.
In the original novel, before her rebirth, Yue Wu had poured her heart and soul into Ye Feng.
She had even gifted him the Dark Moon Ring, a supreme treasure that housed the remnant soul of Old Wu.
However, the Moon Shadow Sect had a treacherous ancestral tradition: its Saintesses and Sect Leaders were forbidden from experiencing romantic love.
They were required to serve the Moon God with absolute purity.
And the Son of Destiny, Ye Feng, actually abandoned Yue Wu after being manipulated by a few manipulative words from Yue Hua, the Moon Shadow Sect Leader.
This betrayal twisted Yue Wu’s nature, causing her to slaughter innocent people indiscriminately.
Eventually, she was lured into a trap and killed by Yue Hua and the Moon God.
Reborn and returned, Yue Wu, armed with her golden cheat, not only manipulated the Son of Destiny, Ye Feng, into a complete fool but also directly annihilated the Moon Shadow Sect.
In the end, she even slew the sect’s deity, the Moon God.
Such a vengeful and ruthless figure was someone Ye Feng never wanted to see again in his lifetime, if possible.
In the Ye Clan’s grand hall, a massive sandalwood table was laden with rare delicacies.
Elder Liuli and Yue Wu sat at the head of the table in the primary seats, while Ye Nanshan and the patriarchs of several surrounding clans occupied the lower seats, occasionally bowing to offer toasts.
The atmosphere appeared remarkably harmonious.
As for the younger generation of the Ye Clan and the surrounding clans, they had long been banished from the hall.
Yet these usually arrogant young geniuses, who rarely paid attention to anyone, showed no resentment whatsoever.
Instead, they strained their ears outside the hall like eavesdropping thieves, desperate not to miss a single word of the elders’ conversation inside.
Whenever the elders in the main hall mentioned her, these geniuses would become as excited as hundred-plus-pound children.
After all, this was their chance to become Elder Liuli’s disciples.
Just then, inside the main hall, Yue Wu finally couldn’t hold back any longer.
The System mission required her to capture Ye Feng’s attention and make him fall in love with her.
But now, Ye Feng hadn’t even arrived.
How was she supposed to complete the mission?
Left with no choice, Yue Wu addressed Ye Nanshan.
“Ye Clan Patriarch, I’ve heard that the Ye Clan has an unparalleled genius named Ye Feng—a seven-year-old with innate spiritual sensitivity who broke through to the Late-stage Martial Artist Realm at just twelve!” “Which young master might he be?” Hearing Yue Wu’s words, Ye Nanshan’s heart leaped with joy.
He had been fretting about how to introduce Ye Feng, but now Yue Wu had brought him up herself!
However, before Ye Nanshan could respond, several Ye Clan disciples burst into the main hall in a frenzy, shouting urgently.
“Patriarch, disaster strikes!
Ye Feng, he…
he…”