In the Great Qin imperial palace, within the imperial study, Emperor Qin Ye—with thick brows, sharp eyes, and a dignified expression—sat with furrowed brows.
Facing him was an elderly man with white hair and beard, exuding scholarly elegance, who was animatedly reporting, “Your Majesty, this old subject has already investigated everything.”
“The one who composed the Divine-tier poem and triggered resonance with heaven and earth is the legitimate son of the Ye Family in Martial Refinement Commandery, Ye Feng!”
“According to the rumors, Ye Feng was spiritually awakened at seven, broke through to the peak of the Martial Apprentice Realm by twelve, but made no progress for the next seven years. Unexpectedly, just days ago, when Elder Liuli of the Moonshade Sect visited the Ye Family, Ye Feng broke through two realms in a single day and was accepted as her personal disciple.”
Though only a short time had passed since Ye Feng’s divine poem caused a phenomenon in heaven and earth, the old man already had every detail at his fingertips. After all, he was Bai Jianghe, the Grand Tutor of Great Qin—naturally well-informed.
“Heh, Grand Tutor’s intelligence is faster than even mine,” Qin Ye said flatly, a trace of teasing in his tone.
Hearing this, Bai Jianghe’s expression instantly changed. Though he held the prestigious title of Grand Tutor and was a Martial Emperor Realm expert, second only to one in Great Qin, Qin Ye was the sovereign—an advanced Martial Emperor Realm cultivator. If he wanted Bai Jianghe dead, it would only take a single thought.
At that moment, Bai Jianghe bitterly regretted his impulsiveness. As one of the few literary path cultivators in Great Qin, he had hurriedly rushed into the palace to report the divine poem’s appearance, forgetting the grave taboo of overstepping as a subject.
Fortunately, Qin Ye didn’t pursue it. Instead, he turned toward a young man beside him—one with sword-like brows, starry eyes, and a face bearing seven parts resemblance to his own—and slowly asked, “Wushuang, the Ye Feng mentioned by Yun’er upon her return from Martial Refinement Commandery—is it this man?”
The Third Prince, Qin Wushuang, didn’t dare hide anything and quickly nodded, replying, “Father Emperor, it is him!”
Even though he had reincarnated and possessed a golden finger, Qin Wushuang still felt fear when facing this so-called unmatched emperor of all ages—his own father.
What shocked him most, however, was Ye Feng. In his previous life, although Ye Feng had heaven-defying fate and stunning talent, he had never shown any involvement with the literary path.
“Could something have changed?” On the surface, Qin Wushuang remained calm, but inwardly he was growing anxious. “Looks like I can’t wait any longer. If the son of fate grows too strong, it’ll be nearly impossible to control him.”
Just then, Qin Ye’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “Win him over at all costs! If we can snatch him from the sect, even better!”
“Your subject obeys!” Bai Jianghe happily left the study, leaving the father and son in silence.
In the ancestral court of Great Zhou, the tortoise shell used for divination shattered with a crisp sound in the hands of Emperor Zhou. Several black-robed clan elders below looked horrified. Even the stoic Emperor Zhou showed a rare change in expression. After a brief pause, he spoke solemnly, “The ones who slipped through the river of fate—kill them!”
In the next instant, countless black shadows flashed through the hall, rushing out into the world.
“Sigh!” In the Phoenix Perch Hall of Great Han, the female emperor Liu Yaoguang looked up and sighed, her eyes full of loneliness. Why had such a divine-tier poem appeared in the territory of their old rival, Great Qin?
“Have the agents we planted in Great Qin do everything they can to win over Ye Feng. Even if he wants to marry me, agree to it,” the Female Emperor said calmly.
“If he refuses, then kill him without hesitation, even if it means losing all our agents!”
“Understood!” Before her words had even fully landed, a wrinkled, drowsy-looking eunuch at her side instantly opened his eyes and bowed before withdrawing.
Female Emperor Yaoguang ignored him, staring blankly through the skylight of the Phoenix Perch Hall, whispering to herself, “Ye Feng, don’t let me down…”
One day later, in a cave on Thousand Cavern Mountain of Martial Refinement Commandery, over a dozen black-clad figures sat around a campfire. At the center was a gloomy, hideous-looking elder.
“Sir, all the major powers in Martial Refinement Commandery have discovered our traces. They’ve mobilized to encircle and pursue us,” a simple-looking middle-aged man reported.
“Of the 300-plus elites we brought, only these few remain!”
The elder didn’t seem to hear a word, showing no reaction whatsoever. After the fire went out and darkness filled the cave, his cold, ghost-like voice finally rang out.
“By order of the Female Emperor, win over Ye Feng of the Ye Family at any cost!”
“Even if he demands the Female Emperor’s hand in marriage, agree!”
“Líshe, you’ll go this time! If he refuses—kill him at any cost!”
The others were stunned. Female Emperor Yaoguang was the dream of all men in Great Han. Even Martial Emperor Realm cultivators had failed to win her hand. What had Ye Feng done to earn such favor?
But the elder simply gave them a cold glance, offering no explanation. From within the group, a bewitching woman with willow brows and phoenix eyes stepped forward and respectfully acknowledged the order—this was Líshe. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
Moments later, she frowned slightly and hesitantly said, “Sir, I heard that Ye Nanshan, the head of the Ye Family, has broken through to the Martial General Realm. If Ye Feng refuses, I fear my late-stage Martial Spirit Realm cultivation won’t be enough to kill him.”
Líshe showed no concern for her own safety—only whether she could complete the mission.
“Don’t worry.” The elder, clearly satisfied with Líshe’s dedication, softened his tone and said, “All our agents within Great Qin are converging on Martial Refinement Commandery. Even a Martial King won’t be able to protect him!”
Only then did Líshe nod in satisfaction.
…
Meanwhile, Ye Feng remained completely unaware. At that moment, he was sitting in his courtyard preparing hotpot.
“Unbelievable! I could tolerate the 1 Lying-Flat Point for base ingredients and broth, but golden needle mushrooms being sold by the stalk—1 point each?!”
Ye Feng grumbled with dissatisfaction. “System, you’re really something. You could’ve just robbed me directly, but instead you’re sending me golden needle mushrooms as a gift?”
Despite the silent system, Ye Feng still spent 100 Lying-Flat Points to buy a bundle of golden needle mushrooms.
What could he do? He liked them. And besides, golden needle mushrooms weren’t consumables—they could be reused!
Just as Ye Feng happily dropped the 150-point-worth of ingredients into the pot and added firewood under the tree to enjoy his feast…
“Rustle, rustle!”
Dry leaves fell from the tree overhead, fluttering into Ye Feng’s pot, followed by several bugs and ants.
Then, a red-robed woman with a seductive face slowly descended before Ye Feng, moving with graceful, winding steps.
She was none other than Líshe, the top agent of Great Han.
“Young Master, am I beautiful?” Líshe asked, her red lips parting gently, her breath fragrant like orchids.