The pursuers of the Female Emperor Yaoguang could line up from Martial Refinement Commandery all the way to the imperial capital of the Great Han Empire.
If he accepted, he would be stuck every day dealing with those jealous suitors fighting for her affection.
Where would he find time to lie flat?
Seeing that Ye Feng showed no hint of being tempted, and instead looked full of disgust, Shasheng sighed in relief, but also grew furious.
The Female Emperor Yaoguang was his dream woman too. If it were him hearing such terms, he’d probably drive a carriage back to the imperial city overnight to marry her. But Ye Feng was blind to his fortune!
“You brat, since you don’t know what’s good for you, I’ll just send you off!” Shasheng said coldly. A blood-red dagger had appeared in his hand at some point.
“Wait!” Just as Shasheng was about to strike and take Ye Feng away, Ye Feng suddenly spoke, stopping him. “I never said I wouldn’t agree, did I?”
Shasheng froze.
For some reason, a trace of disappointment flashed through his heart.
Still, he put away the dagger and made a gesture of invitation, “Young Master Ye, apologies. I misunderstood. Let’s go quickly! If the experts from the Great Qin Empire arrive, we won’t be able to leave!”
Hearing this, Ye Feng’s eyes lit up. If he could stall until the Great Qin experts arrived, he could escape easily without even fighting. Why not?
Thinking of this, Ye Feng shook his head and said, “Hold on! I have a few conditions.”
Before Shasheng could respond, Ye Feng continued, “Every month, I want 100 high-grade spirit stones. I have a cleanliness obsession. Using anything of lower grade makes me feel physically uncomfortable.”
“As for my residence, it doesn’t have to be too big—just build one 100 times the size of this small courtyard. It’ll help ease my homesickness.”
“As for martial techniques, only Heaven-tier and above. I want at least five per month. Even if I don’t cultivate them, they’ll be useful for propping up table corners.”
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As Ye Feng rambled on endlessly without stopping, Shasheng was already stunned. This wasn’t inviting a rare genius back to the Great Han Empire—it was clearly bringing back a living ancestor!
100 high-grade spirit stones?
Even the Female Emperor Yaoguang didn’t use that many in a month.
A small courtyard expanded a hundredfold?
Wouldn’t that be over 100,000 square meters?
In the tightly packed capital, that would cost over a thousand high-grade spirit stones. Heaven-tier martial techniques were already excessive, but five per month? And he even wanted to use them as furniture props?
Was this a condition? Or was he treating them like a wishing well and himself like the turtle on its edge?
But no matter how furious he felt, Shasheng’s mission was to agree to all of Ye Feng’s terms.
So, despite his face full of resentment, Shasheng had no choice but to suppress his murderous urge and record everything one by one.
As time passed, five hours later, when a few figures appeared in the distance through the broken gate, Ye Feng’s eyes lit up. He grabbed the iced red tea beside him and gulped it down in one go. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
In this long night of bargaining, Ye Feng even listed out the names of the future children he’d have with the Female Emperor Yaoguang as part of the conditions.
Now, he was finally free!
“Hmm?” Ye Feng suddenly stopped, and Shasheng, with dark circles under his eyes and a numb expression, looked up in confusion.
“Young Master Ye… that’s all, right?” Shasheng asked hoarsely, his face bitter.
But Ye Feng ignored him. His body trembled slightly as he activated his perfected-level Phantom Vanishing Steps and dashed toward the small courtyard’s entrance.
As Shasheng stared at the afterimages Ye Feng left behind, he had no time to be amazed.
Outside the small courtyard, dozens of figures had already gathered.
Leading them were Li Changfeng, the senior disciple of the Moonshade Sect, and Ye Family patriarch Ye Nanshan.
“Ye Feng, are you alright?” Ye Nanshan looked at Ye Feng with a face full of concern.
Seeing Ye Nanshan putting on an act, Ye Feng rolled his eyes.
Shasheng had broken in so loudly last night—there was no way Ye Nanshan didn’t know. He clearly saw Shasheng’s cultivation in the late stage of the Martial General Realm and got scared.
Only when Li Changfeng brought the Moonshade Sect disciples did he dare to show up.
Ignoring Ye Nanshan completely, Ye Feng turned to Li Changfeng and said with a face full of admiration, “Senior Brother, your plan was flawless. I admire you deeply! Sure enough, an assassin from the Great Han Empire snuck into the Ye Family trying to lure me away. Please, Senior Brother, punish him!”
Li Changfeng looked blankly at Ye Feng.
What plan? He hadn’t done anything at all!
Originally, Li Changfeng planned to bring the Moonshade Sect disciples on a leisure trip.
After Ye Feng had suffered a bit, he’d come to the Ye Family to humiliate him and snatch away his fate.
Unexpectedly, they encountered Yue Wa midway.
Under the Saintess’s command, he didn’t dare delay, rushing day and night to make it here in time.
He hadn’t even seen Ye Feng since the engagement-breakoff plot with Lin Xian’er. What was this guy talking about?
Before Li Changfeng could figure it out, the disciples behind him suddenly realized something and started praising him.
“Senior Brother is brilliant! He sent Ye Feng to act as bait and lured the Han Empire’s lackeys into the trap. Truly a modern-day Zhuge Liang!”
“My admiration for Senior Brother is like the rolling Yangtze River, endless and unstoppable, like the overflowing Milky Way, uncontrollable!”
Meanwhile, Shasheng’s face darkened as he locked eyes on Li Changfeng, murderous intent surging.
He never expected to be played by a disciple of the Moonshade Sect.
As for Ye Feng?
In Shasheng’s eyes, he was just Li Changfeng’s pawn—not worth the hatred.
“You brat, you’re not leaving alive today!” Shasheng roared.
With his blood-red dagger in hand, he charged toward Li Changfeng. At the same time, he raised his hand, shooting a streak of fire into the sky that exploded into a blood-red ‘Kill’ character.
At that moment, Li Changfeng finally understood Ye Feng’s scheme. He had shifted Shasheng’s hatred onto him and made him take the blame!
But looking at the admiring faces of his fellow disciples behind him, Li Changfeng knew—no one would believe him even if he tried to explain.
Still, as a villain, Li Changfeng wasn’t someone who easily took a loss. His eyes shifted, and he pointed at Shasheng charging toward him and said disdainfully, “A piece of trash like this doesn’t even deserve me taking action personally.”
“Junior Brother Ye Feng, what a great opportunity for you to train. I’ll give it to you!”
Based on his understanding of the son of fate from his past life, Li Changfeng was certain Ye Feng would rush up and fight Shasheng to the death.
The son of fate had a classic honey badger personality—whoever he saw, he’d go after. Let alone a Martial General, even if it were a Martial King, the son of fate wouldn’t flinch. After all, he always had the Heavenly Dao, aka his cheat code father, backing him.
But before Li Changfeng could react, Ye Feng activated Phantom Vanishing Steps and appeared behind him.
The next moment, Li Changfeng felt a huge force strike his back, pushing him straight toward Shasheng.
At the same time, Ye Feng’s mocking voice sounded in his ear, “Senior Brother, how could I steal your opportunity for growth? For the sake of your martial path and the future of our Moonshade Sect, I choose to surrender! You must work hard. Don’t let down my sacrifices and hopes!”
From the corner of his eye, seeing Ye Feng’s half-smiling face behind him, Li Changfeng instantly knew who had shoved him.
Helpless, he could only draw his longsword and engage Shasheng in battle.
But inwardly, he was furious.
Not only had this son of fate framed him, now he had to be grateful to him too.
What made it worse was that ever since that engagement-breakoff plot with Lin Xian’er, Ye Feng seemed like a changed person—he had no fighting spirit and was acting like a salted fish.
He hadn’t completed a single system mission, and Li Changfeng hadn’t been able to siphon even a single point of fate from him.
“This isn’t going to work!” Li Changfeng sighed, feeling a mess inside.