Ye Feng had already made up his mind to hide for a few days at Drunken Immortal Tavern, not far from the Ye Family. He planned to return only after Yue Wu left. If she clung to him every day, trying to reel him in like a hooked fish, how could he continue lying flat?
Why Drunken Immortal Tavern?
Because according to the original novel, there was a courtesan named Yueya living there. Not only was she stunningly beautiful, but she also had a gambling father, a terminally ill mother, a drunken grandfather, and a broken family. A kind-hearted person like Ye Feng, of course, had to support her business.
But just as Ye Feng arrived at the Ye Family’s gate, he was blocked by a young man with a pointy face and monkey-like features, full of arrogance.
“You there, stop!” the young man shouted and stepped in front of Ye Feng.
Seeing that yet another person wanted him to stop, Ye Feng was instantly furious. “Are you sick? Can’t any of you come up with a new line?”
This was his own house—why did it feel like he was a thief being chased and cornered?
“You dare insult me?” The pointy-faced young man looked at him in disbelief, his face full of shock. “Do you know who I am? I’m Hou Jing, an inner disciple of Moonshade Sect!”
He raised his head proudly, waiting for Ye Feng to kneel and beg for mercy. After all, Moonshade Sect was the number one sect in Martial Refinement Commandery. What family wouldn’t fear offending them?
“Oh?” Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, not the least bit afraid. Instead, he sneered, “Fitting name indeed. Your appearance really does resemble a monkey that attained sentience.”
“Hahaha!” The guards at the Ye Family gate burst into laughter. They never expected the usually quiet young master to be so savage when mocking someone.
“You all want to die!” Hou Jing’s face turned red. He reached to his waist and pulled out a gleaming dagger, then slashed toward Ye Feng.
As an inner disciple of Moonshade Sect, when had he ever suffered such humiliation in Martial Refinement Commandery?
And from a disciple of a small family, no less.
But just as the dagger got within half a meter of Ye Feng, Hou Jing suddenly froze when he saw the woman behind Ye Feng. This story is hosted at g.com.
Ding!
The dagger in his hand slipped and hit the ground with a crisp sound.
“S-Saintess?” he stammered.
But Yue Wu ignored him completely. Instead, she pouted and said sweetly to Ye Feng, “Ye Feng, stop running, alright?”
Seeing Yue Wu—usually icy and untouchable—act like a spoiled girl, Hou Jing’s worldview completely collapsed.
He had come to the Ye Family today to find Ye Feng because Moonshade Sect’s senior disciple, Li Changfeng, had put out word: anyone who killed Ye Feng of the Ye Family would be rewarded with 100 mid-grade spirit stones.
That was the equivalent of a month’s salary for a personal disciple! Many inner disciples in Moonshade Sect had been tempted. Hou Jing, acting fast, rushed day and night to be the first to arrive at the Ye Family. He had planned to casually stop a Ye Family disciple to ask about Ye Feng’s whereabouts—only to bump into Ye Feng directly.
And Ye Feng appeared to be on especially good terms with the Saintess.
If he had known this earlier, he wouldn’t have dared make a move.
Even though Li Changfeng was Sect Master Yue Hua’s only personal disciple, Yue Hua had once said: not even a hundred Li Changfengs were worth a single drop of Saintess Yue Wu’s sweat.
The difference in their status within Yue Hua’s heart was crystal clear.
“What are you doing here?” Yue Wu finally noticed Hou Jing and asked with a frown.
“Hahaha!” Before Hou Jing could respond, a hearty laugh echoed from a distance. Before the laughter even faded, a figure appeared beside Ye Feng, holding a blood-red, crescent-shaped token.
It was Elder Liuli!
“My good disciple, this is your personal disciple token, crafted from top-grade spirit stone and engraved with your name!” Elder Liuli presented the crescent token like a treasure. “With this token, you’ll have unhindered access to anything in Moonshade Sect!”
Then, Elder Liuli paused. She suddenly remembered—Ye Feng had no intention of going to Moonshade Sect. In that case, the token didn’t serve much purpose. At that thought, she felt a strange bitterness in her heart. Why was it that something others dreamed of meant so little to Ye Feng? This chapter was taken from novelping . com without permission.
But the moment Ye Feng saw the token, his eyes lit up—not because he coveted Moonshade Sect’s influence. Being a personal disciple was just a convenient way to collect a monthly allowance. What truly interested him was the material of the token: top-grade spirit stone, worth over a hundred mid-grade spirit stones.
“Thank you, Master!” Ye Feng thanked her aloud while snatching the token and stuffing it into his robe. In reality, he recycled it straight into the system.
[System notification: Congratulations to the host for successfully recycling. Lying-Flat Points acquired.]
Hearing the system notification in his ears, Ye Feng finally smiled with satisfaction.
Watching Ye Feng’s reaction, Elder Liuli was deeply pleased. “My disciple may act indifferent, but in truth, he feels a strong sense of belonging to Moonshade Sect. Otherwise, he wouldn’t care so much about this token!”
Pleased with this thought, Elder Liuli lifted her head slightly, full of joy—only to see Hou Jing.
“Aren’t you… that monkey-something?” Elder Liuli pointed at Hou Jing, frowning in confusion.
She had seen Hou Jing a few times in Moonshade Sect and vaguely recognized him. “What are you doing at the Ye Family?”
Hou Jing was terrified. If Yue Wu’s presence made him wary, Elder Liuli made him tremble with fear. As one of the ten great elders of Moonshade Sect, the master of Glazed Moon Peak, and the sect’s discipline elder, Elder Liuli’s presence made even innocent disciples nervous.
And now, Hou Jing had just realized that the very Ye Feng he tried to kill was Elder Liuli’s personal disciple.
Even back then, the extraordinary Li Changfeng had been refused when he tried to become Elder Liuli’s disciple. But now, Elder Liuli’s attitude toward Ye Feng could only be described as doting.
Without a second thought, Hou Jing fell to his knees with a thud and burst into tears, sobbing, “Elder, it was all Li Changfeng! He told me to…”
But before he could finish, Ye Feng interrupted with a smile. Picking up the dagger from the ground, Ye Feng looked at Hou Jing and said casually, “Senior Brother sent you to deliver this dagger to me, right?”