Without waiting for their response, Hou Jing spoke directly, “Senior Brother Ye said he hopes Senior Brother treats Xian’er well!”
At that, Li Changfeng’s expression darkened. Since when did the son of fate start using emotional manipulation?
Lin Xian’er’s face flickered with a trace of complicated emotion, her heart full of guilt. “I can’t believe, after everything I’ve done to him, he still wants me to live well…”
But Hou Jing’s next words instantly shattered any trace of guilt.
“Senior Brother Ye also told Senior Brother to be gentle. Junior Sister Xian’er is afraid of pain.”
Lin Xian’er’s face turned deathly pale. She stared at Li Changfeng in terror, lips trembling, wanting to explain, but not knowing where to start.
The other inner disciples all looked at Li Changfeng with anticipation.
“Get out!” Li Changfeng finally exploded, roaring madly, “If you don’t leave now, you’re all dead!”
Hou Jing and the others immediately turned and bolted down the mountain in fear—but in their hearts, they felt immensely satisfied.
Zhao Yong even gave Hou Jing a subtle thumbs-up. Today, they had given this hypocrite who tried to use them a taste of madness.
Seeing Li Changfeng with bloodshot eyes and hair standing on end in fury, Lin Xian’er timidly walked up, trying to throw herself into his arms to comfort him. At that moment, she had abandoned all pretense of restraint.
However, just as she leaned in, Li Changfeng struck out with his palm and slammed her in the shoulder. In his rage, he no longer cared about system missions or fortune point rewards. Compared to being a lifelong cuckold, none of that mattered.
Pfft!
Lin Xian’er’s body was sent flying five meters before crashing to the ground. A mouthful of blood spurted out as her expression turned pale and weak.
A furious strike from a Martial Spirit Realm cultivator wasn’t something a Martial Warrior could withstand. Just one blow, and Lin Xian’er was seriously injured.
“Lin Xian’er, I never want to see you again!” Li Changfeng said coldly to her battered figure. Then, without a hint of hesitation, he turned and left.
Watching his back as he walked away, the pain in Lin Xian’er’s eyes gradually turned into a cold, resolute glare.
A moment later, after his silhouette disappeared, Lin Xian’er pulled out a pitch-black whistle and blew it hard.
Hooo!
With a low, muffled whistle, a figure in black appeared beside her within moments and spoke slowly, “So, you’ve finally made up your mind?”
The voice was shrill and genderless. “The Flame Demon Cult will one day rule the Great Qin Empire. And your status will rival that of the emperor!”
As the figure spoke, they grabbed Lin Xian’er and soared into the distant sky. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
Atop Moonlight Peak, only Lin Xian’er’s chilling voice remained. “Li Changfeng, Ye Feng… the day I return will be your death!”
If anyone saw this scene, they’d be shocked. A person flying through the sky meant their spiritual Qi had condensed into liquid within the dantian—a feat only Martial Kings could accomplish.
This black-clad figure… was a Martial King.
Even in the Martial Refinement Commandery’s number one sect, Moonshade Sect, only the sect master and ten great elders were known to have reached the Martial King Realm.
…
Not far from the Ye Family, inside Drunken Immortal Tavern, Ye Feng was enjoying music while the courtesan Yueya massaged his shoulders.
Yue Wu, seemingly possessed, would recite corny pickup lines every time she saw Ye Feng. But Ye Feng, having witnessed the most shameless players and seductresses online in his past life, was not easily moved. He wasn’t falling for her bait.
Left with no other choice, he came to the tavern to find peace.
Ye Feng had no idea that by sparing Hou Jing, he had not only caused a complete rift between Li Changfeng and Lin Xian’er, but also altered Lin Xian’er’s fate.
“Now this is living!” Ye Feng sighed in satisfaction as he enjoyed the massage, then waved his hand grandly. “Tonight’s bill is on me—charge it to my godfather Ye Nanshan!”
Cheers erupted throughout the tavern.
As for whether Ye Nanshan would be upset? That wasn’t Ye Feng’s concern. As a personal disciple of Moonshade Sect, Ye Feng was no longer someone Ye Nanshan could afford to offend.
“Hahaha! Keep the music going! Keep dancing!” Ye Feng laughed heartily, lying against the courtesan’s lap.
No wonder so many rich second-generation heirs in his past life loved clubbing—this feeling of throwing money around was incredible!
But in the crowd below, a refined-looking young man was staring at Ye Feng with a face full of anger. Especially when he looked at Yueya sitting close to Ye Feng, his heart twisted with jealousy.
Soon, when a cold and emotionless voice echoed in his ears, the young man finally smiled.
His golden finger had arrived!
In that moment, the young man’s demeanor completely changed—he was full of calm and confidence.
Even Ye Feng didn’t recognize him.
After all, in King of Villains, there were too many villains. And the original owner’s memories only went up to the day of the broken engagement. The people he knew were extremely limited.
[Congratulations, player, on successfully lying flat. Reward: 300 Lying-Flat Points.]
“Damn, I didn’t even get a reward when I became a personal disciple of Moonshade Sect. But a visit to a tavern earned me triple the points of the engagement-breakoff plot?” Ye Feng grumbled inwardly.
[The higher the player’s cultivation realm, the greater the upper limit for earning Lying-Flat Points.]
Hearing this, Ye Feng finally understood.
Unfortunately, breaking through from early to late-stage Martial Spirit Realm required a lot of Lying-Flat Points, and he didn’t have enough.
Besides, even if he did, wouldn’t it be better to use the points to exchange for gourmet food and Happiness Water? Enjoying life was the way to go.
Just as Ye Feng was enjoying his paradise, a voice full of mocking energy suddenly echoed through the tavern.
“Hahaha! I’ve long heard that though Young Master Ye’s cultivation is blocked, he still refuses to give up and trains diligently, never slacking.”
“But seeing you today truly opened my eyes, Zhou Changshu’s eyes!”
“So, you’re just another useless dandy after all!”
Everyone was stunned and looked up instinctively.
They saw a refined young scholar, holding a jug of strong wine, laughing loudly. He exuded the aura of a mad poet.
Only Yueya looked at Zhou Changshu’s face with a trace of confusion. For some reason, he looked familiar.
“Zhou Changshu?” Ye Feng was briefly stunned before realizing. “Isn’t this that hypocrite from the original novel? The one who lectures others, acts like a saint, and breaks through realms using literature—Great Qin’s Literary Saint?”
In the original novel, Zhou Changshu was also a transmigrator.
Although martial cultivation was dominant in the Great Qin Empire, literary cultivation still existed. Some literary experts could break through realms using poetry, songs, and essays, gaining insight into the heavens.
Zhou Changshu had used the poetry from his past life to cheat his way into the literary path.
But he loved to act morally superior, constantly lecturing Ye Feng and giving away Ye Feng’s fortunes and treasures under the guise of doing it for his own good.
He had no integrity as a scholar and no basic bottom line as a person.
Eventually, after draining Ye Feng dry, Zhou Changshu used literature to ascend to sainthood and became the first Literary Saint in the Great Qin Empire, shocking the Endless Continent.
However, Zhou Changshu had a major weakness—Yueya!
It was said that when Zhou Changshu first transmigrated, he was starving and freezing to death. Fortunately, kindhearted Yueya gave him half a bun, saving his life.
From that moment on, Zhou Changshu vowed eternal loyalty—over half a bun.
“Heh, you want to guilt-trip me and leech my fortune?” Ye Feng sneered inwardly at Zhou Changshu. “Good thing I have no morals. Let’s see how you’re going to leech me now!”