“Accepted as a personal disciple of one of Moonshade Sect’s ten great elders?”
“Broke through to the Martial Spirit Realm at nineteen?”
Each piece of news exploded in Yueya’s mind like thunder.
What shocked her the most was that the middle-aged man before her wasn’t just anyone—he was Wu Bailie, the Prefect of Martial Refinement Commandery!
A Martial King Realm expert, always lofty and untouchable. And now, he was speaking to Ye Feng so politely—with a faint hint of flattery, even!
Only now did Yueya truly understand why Ye Feng had said that she could never escape his control within the commandery. It wasn’t the Ye Family’s power he relied on—it was his own strength and status.
Thinking about how Zhou Changshu had still tried to challenge Ye Feng not long ago, Yueya couldn’t help but feel contempt. The gap in their strength and identity was like heaven and earth. Zhou Changshu? Compete with Ye Feng? Ridiculous.
At that moment, Yueya made up her mind. No matter what happened, she would cling tightly to Ye Feng’s leg!
Zhou Changshu, unaware, once again took a hit for nothing—unjustly shamed in the eyes of his goddess.
Looking at the bag of mid-grade spirit stones, Ye Feng naturally understood Wu Bailie’s intentions. His double realm breakthrough had likely reached the court, prompting Wu Bailie to win him over.
In the Great Qin Empire, the court and the sects were like Neptune and the Empress of the Sea—pulling at each other, loving and fighting at the same time.
On the surface, they wouldn’t fall out. They’d even work together during wars with other empires. But behind the scenes, the friction never stopped, constantly clashing in secret.
And in their battle over top talents, they left no stone unturned.
Other sect disciples might hesitate to accept such gifts, worried the sect would suspect them of colluding with the court and make things difficult for them. But Ye Feng didn’t hesitate at all. He took the bag and tucked it into his robe without a second thought.
Not only that, he planned to make a show of it.
Since the imperial court gave him benefits, would Moonshade Sect dare to be stingy?
As for whether the sect might suspect him of colluding with the court and make things hard for him, Ye Feng wasn’t worried in the slightest.
He wasn’t even planning to go to Moonshade Sect. Out of sight, out of mind—what could they do?
Right after, Ye Feng recycled the 50 mid-grade spirit stones into the system.
[Recycle successful. Congratulations, host has gained 5,000 Lying-Flat Points.]
Seeing the total pass 10,000 points, Ye Feng smiled in satisfaction.
“Much appreciated, Prefect.” He cupped his hands slightly, then turned and walked toward his courtyard without hesitation.
Yueya quickly followed behind, leaving Wu Bailie and his attendants stunned.
Even more shocking—Ye Feng just took the gift and left, without even a token of gratitude!
Wasn’t this straight-up mooching?
At that moment, Wu Bailie felt like he’d just been made a fool.
But chasing after Ye Feng to ask for the spirit stones back? That was impossible.
Doing so would completely offend Ye Feng, making it nearly impossible to win him over to the imperial court in the future.
“Lord Prefect! Welcome!” Right then, Ye Nanshan rushed out after receiving the news and greeted him respectfully.
But in Wu Bailie’s eyes, Ye Nanshan’s smile looked like it was mocking him for being taken advantage of.
“Hmph!” Wu Bailie snorted and left without a word.
Ye Nanshan was stunned. When had he offended the Prefect?
“Could it be that because Ye Feng became a personal disciple of Moonshade Sect, the court is now displeased with my Ye Family?”
The thought suddenly struck Ye Nanshan.
But when titans clash, it’s the little ones who suffer.
Caught between the court and the sect, Ye Nanshan could only endure their tempers.
Before he could return inside, a servant from Drunken Immortal Tavern arrived.
“Patriarch Ye, we’re settling accounts for the end of the month. Your total expenses this month are 150,000 taels of gold.”
“Will you be paying in gold or spirit stones?”
Hearing this, the Ye Family guards had to recall the saddest memories of their lives just to stop themselves from laughing.
Ye Nanshan always prided himself on being upright and moral, strict with himself and the entire Ye Family.
Who would’ve thought he played so dirty in private?
But then he saw the bill—with Ye Feng’s name written clearly on it.
Ye Nanshan understood instantly.
“You little bastard! You’ve ruined my entire reputation!” Ye Nanshan roared to the sky, his voice full of despair.
But now that Ye Feng was a personal disciple of Moonshade Sect, how could he dare publicize this?
If Moonshade Sect found out their disciple was frequenting brothels, it would smear their reputation. The Ye Family might face utter destruction.
With a dark face, Ye Nanshan had no choice but to hand over fifteen low-grade spirit stones to settle the debt.
And just like that—he took the fall for Ye Feng!
Meanwhile, Ye Feng had just reached the courtyard when Yue Wu suddenly blocked his path.
Seeing Yueya behind Ye Feng, her expression turned blank, her face full of disbelief.
“Ye Feng, you bastard!” she shouted, then turned and ran off.
Ye Feng remained calm, as if he had expected this.
Bringing Yueya back was always meant to provoke Yue Wu—to force her to leave.
Judging from her reaction, even after reincarnating, Yue Wu still hadn’t let go of him.
But Yue Wu brought too many complications. If Ye Feng wanted to lie flat, he had to keep his distance.
“Young Master, who was that sister just now? Such a bad temper,” Yueya asked curiously. “I’m not like her. I just feel sorry for you…”
“Oh?” Ye Feng wasn’t angry at all—in fact, he looked amused. “Do you think her temper is too explosive? Totally unreasonable?”
Yueya immediately said pitifully, “I just don’t think it’s fair to you, Young Master. What right does she have to yell at you?”
She snuck a glance at Ye Feng and saw him wearing an indignant expression. Only then did she relax.
But Ye Feng’s next words made her face go pale, as if she had fallen into an ice pit.
“You’re absolutely right!” Ye Feng gave her a thumbs-up. “So what if she’s a Saintess of Moonshade Sect? Who does she think she is?”
“Don’t worry, Yueya. Next time I see Senior Sister Yue Wu, I’ll be sure to pass along your words—make sure she reflects deeply on her behavior!”