"brother, are you hungry?" Liu Yan asked gently.
Hungry?
Ye Feng's heart trembled.
Since leaving the Doupo Plane, he had lost all sense of time. Drifting through the endless void, there was no sunrise, no nightfall—only an eternal silence. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten food from the human world. At Liu Yan's words, an almost forgotten craving stirred deep within him.
"Do you have anything to eat?" Ye Feng asked, his tone unintentional but hopeful.
"We just made some century egg porridge," Liu Yan replied with a kind smile. "As for side dishes, it's just bacon and chili sauce. It's not much, but if you don't mind, brother, you're welcome to join us for breakfast."
"Alright." Ye Feng nodded.
Lin Dong's family… was truly poor.
Upon entering their humble home, Ye Feng was greeted by bare walls made of mud bricks and a thatched roof barely holding together. It was the picture of poverty—yet also of resilience. But perhaps it was the long absence of real food, or perhaps something deeper, that made even a simple bowl of porridge, some aged bacon, and spicy chili sauce taste so delicious. Ye Feng ate with quiet gratitude, savoring every bite.
"Dad, Mom, I'm heading out for a bit," Lin Dong suddenly announced.
"Alright," Liu Yan responded, then paused. "Don't go picking fights again."
"I know," Lin Dong called back as his figure disappeared into the distance.
After the meal, Ye Feng noticed Liu Yan and Lin Xiao exchanging glances. They clearly had something to say but seemed hesitant, their expressions stiff and awkward.
"Is there something you'd like to ask me?" Ye Feng asked calmly, breaking the silence.
"brother... ah, what a bright and sunny day," Lin Xiao said with a dry chuckle. "Perfect for… traveling, don't you think?"
"You want me to leave," Ye Feng said flatly, instantly grasping the unspoken message.
"Please don't misunderstand," Lin Xiao said quickly, his face paling. "You've seen our home—our situation. I only meant that you might not be comfortable staying here. Judging by your clothes and bearing, you must be a child from a noble family. We just didn't want to make things awkward for you."
"You don't need to explain." Ye Feng set down his chopsticks. "I understand. Just one question—do you have anything valuable in the house?"
"Huh?"
Lin Xiao froze, face turning ashen. Was he about to get robbed?
But… what was there to steal? His family had nothing—no treasures, no money. Just… beauty?
"Not valuable in money," Ye Feng clarified. "I meant things that hold sentimental value. Keepsakes. Memories."
Now both Liu Yan and Lin Xiao were truly confused. If he were a bandit, why would he ask about things with emotional meaning?
"I don't like owing people," Ye Feng said matter-of-factly. "Since I've eaten your food and rested under your roof, it's time I return the favor. Gather everything important to you. I'm going to build you a new home."
"A... new home?"
Liu Yan and Lin Xiao were stunned.
"Mom! Dad! Hurry up!" Lin Qingtan was the first to react, her innocent face lighting up with excitement. "We're moving!"
"I'll go call Brother Lin Dong—"
"Don't bother," Lin Xiao interrupted. "We don't know who this brother truly is. Best not to keep someone like him waiting. The stronger someone is, the more unpredictable their temper can be. Liu Yan, help me gather our things. We'll explain to Dong'er later."
They began collecting their belongings: a few blankets, bowls, chopsticks, cups... that was it. Their poverty was painfully clear.
"Is that everything?" Ye Feng asked.
"Yes," Lin Xiao said, still unsure what was happening.
"Then I'll begin."
Before they could ask what he meant, a faint gray light shimmered between Ye Feng's brows. Behind him, ten radiant halos slowly unfolded—each one more magnificent than the last.
"Dad… what is that?" Lin Qingtan asked in awe. "Why does he have halos?"
"I… don't know," Liu Yan whispered, breathless. "But this… this isn't something an ordinary cultivator can do."
The halos marked him as a Special-Level God of Creation—a title few mortals had ever even heard of, let alone witnessed.
"Go!" Ye Feng waved his hand.
A violent gust swept forward, instantly blowing away their old thatched hut, reducing it to dust. Then, he stepped forward, fingers glowing with divine light.
"This place is too small."
With a single flick of his hand, the surrounding land trembled. Trees uprooted. Stones parted. Within moments, a flat clearing of several hundred square meters emerged.
"We'll need bricks to build."
He summoned a multicolored flame that surged in his palm. When the fire met the wind, it roared and wrapped around a large boulder atop a distant mountain. Under the twin forces of flame and Ye Feng's Emperor Soul, the stone began to transform—compressed, forged, reshaped—until rows of black tiles formed at his feet.
"We need tiles. Beams. Columns."
Ye Feng's hands never stopped moving. With each gesture, raw elements danced to his will.
Soon, a grand courtyard spanning over 3,000 square meters emerged from the earth like a miracle. Black walls gleamed under the sun. Glazed tiles sparkled. Pavilions rose like phoenix wings, surrounding a serene fishpond. Everything shimmered under the sunlight, a paradise born from divine power.
"A home isn't complete without steps," Ye Feng murmured, and waved again.
The ground leading down the mountain began to shift. Soil rolled. Stone rose. A winding stone staircase appeared, carved with graceful arcs, leading from the foot of the mountain to the divine residence above.
"It's done," Ye Feng said, stepping back. "Do you want to add anything?"
Liu Yan and Lin Xiao stood frozen, as if struck by lightning.
Before them stood a luxurious courtyard encased in a bowl-shaped energy shield, humming with defensive power. The surrounding forest now breathed with dense spiritual energy, and clouds naturally formed above, creating an ethereal atmosphere.
"Is this… really our home?" Liu Yan asked, voice trembling.
She had dreamed many times of having her own home—something warm, stable, proud. But this? This was a palace. A sanctuary. A miracle.
"Of course," Ye Feng replied.
"Mom! Dad! He's not human!" Lin Qingtan cheered, eyes sparkling. "He's the sky itself!"
"Don't call me Heaven," Ye Feng smiled. "Call me the God of Creation."
The words struck them like thunder.
"The… God of Creation?"
Liu Yan, Lin Xiao, and Lin Qingtan all repeated the title, barely believing it. Such divine means—such effortless miracles—how could this person be anything less than a god?
Ye Feng shook his head. "Actually, just call me Young Master Ye. That's easier to get used to."
"Young Master Ye…" Liu Yan whispered.
"What's next, Young Master Ye?" Lin Qingtan asked excitedly.
"Is there anything interesting to do around here?" Ye Feng asked casually.
"Nothing fun nearby," Lin Qingtan replied. "If we want excitement, we'd have to go to the city. Why don't we go there?"
"Sounds good."
"Then before we go, let's tell Brother Lin Dong!" she said. "I bet he went to that cave again for a bath. Come on, I'll take you to find him!"
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