Qingyang City, Lin Family Mountain
At the rear peak of Linjiashan stood a forbidden area—an ancient place sealed off not only from Qingyang City but also from the entire Great Yan Dynasty. Without Ye Feng's explicit permission, no one—aside from his disciples—dared set foot here.
Within a secluded cliffside garden, Ye Feng and Lin Qingtan had just finished their private time together and were stepping out, one after the other. At the courtyard gate, a woman in simple white robes stood respectfully, awaiting them.
Though modestly dressed, her otherworldly beauty could not be hidden.
"Greetings, Master," she said softly, her voice as ethereal as the wind.
"Sister Huanhuan, I'm sorry to trouble you again," Lin Qingtan murmured, cheeks still flushed with a faint rosy hue. Her body still held the afterglow of intimacy—her tone bashful, but filled with quiet contentment.
A woman who is fulfilled exudes a different kind of beauty.
Ever since Ying Huanhuan awakened her past life memories and cultivation as the Ice Lord, she had once dared to test Ye Feng's strength directly. In response, Ye Feng sealed her cultivation and punished her by assigning chores around the villa. Only when he was in a good mood would he temporarily lift the seal on her power.
"No trouble at all…" Ying Huanhuan lowered her gaze, stepping forward slowly while nervously gripping the hem of her dress. Her demeanor was awkward and restrained.
It wasn't hard to guess why.
Aside from cleaning Ye Feng's residence, Ying Huanhuan was also responsible for tidying up after Ye Feng and Lin Qingtan's private sessions. She would wait in the courtyard, forced to endure the stirring sounds coming from inside. Each time was a trial for her heart and body.
Truthfully, in both this life and her past as the revered Ice Lord, Ying Huanhuan had never been in a romantic relationship. Curiosity and sensitivity to worldly affairs had begun to awaken within her.
The faint scent lingering from the room now reached her senses. Her heart thumped faster despite herself.
Ye Feng and Lin Qingtan strolled into the courtyard without a care.
Lin Qingtan sat beside Ye Feng, her gaze drifting toward Ying Huanhuan, who was fumbling with a small wooden object she had picked up from the floor.
"Ah!"
Ying Huanhuan gave a soft cry, startled. She had only been trying to examine the strange item, but Lin Qingtan's playful stare made her drop it immediately.
Lin Qingtan chuckled softly and leaned her head against Ye Feng's shoulder.
She understood what was happening. The once lofty Ice Lord was finally becoming curious about mundane desires. And she also knew Ye Feng had long considered taking Ying Huanhuan back. But out of pride, he would never do it in a roundabout way.
Ye Feng only acted when he chose to act—direct and unapologetic.
"Ye Feng, don't you feel a bit stifled here?" Lin Qingtan asked suddenly.
"You want to go out again?" Ye Feng raised a brow.
"I'm tired of staying indoors. I want to… switch to a different kind of fantasy." Her words carried a double meaning, her eyes shining with mischief.
Ye Feng smiled. "Alright. We'll leave tomorrow and go for a walk."
"Master! Something's wrong!"
Suddenly, Lin Dong's anxious voice echoed from beyond the courtyard.
Boom!
A streak of crimson light tore across the sky and landed in the courtyard with a loud rumble. The figure of Lin Dong emerged from within it.
Ever since cultivating the Burning Technique, Lin Dong's robes had subtly changed to reflect the fire attribute. The red tights hugged his strong frame, and his face bore a calm yet serious expression. Though his words conveyed urgency, his demeanor seemed controlled.
Ye Feng narrowed his eyes.
This better not be some elaborate prank.
"What's got you so flustered?" Ye Feng scolded lightly. "You're my disciple. Sit down and speak clearly. What happened?"
Lin Dong cupped his fists. "Master, it's Qingzhu… something's happened to her."
Ye Feng frowned. "What about Qingzhu?"
Since accepting multiple disciples, most of them had been focused on secluded cultivation. Only Lin Dong and the punished Ying Huanhuan remained active around the villa. Ling Qingzhu, in particular, had occasionally delivered delicate pastries she baked herself for Ye Feng to enjoy.
Not only was she incredibly beautiful and gifted in cultivation, but she was also unmatched in culinary skill—a domain where Lin Qingtan and Ying Huanhuan fell short.
Each of the three women had their own strengths:
Qingzhu's cooking, Qingtan's massage and gentle wisdom, and Huanhuan's musical talents.
During recent days, aside from baking for Ye Feng, Ling Qingzhu had been diligently practicing the complete Chaos Art Ye Feng imparted to her, transforming her spiritual energy into Chaos Power. This technique, derived from the Supreme Induction Chapter, directly connected with the embryo of a plane—containing the raw energy of chaos itself.
Ye Feng knew Qingzhu's cultivation talent was monstrous. With the complete Chaos Art, she could reach unimaginable heights.
Lin Dong explained hurriedly, "Master, I was refining pills earlier today when Junior Sister Qingzhu stopped by. She saw some alchemical materials in my room and was curious. Then—suddenly—a gust of wind blew, and the Hehuan Powder got scattered… she inhaled it!"
Ye Feng blinked.
"…Hehuan Powder?"
Even Lin Qingtan's expression changed. "Brother Lin Dong! You're already an adult. Why would you refine something so indecent?"
Lin Dong scratched his head, looking slightly embarrassed. "Qingtan, don't be so quick to judge. There's no such thing as a harmful pill—it all depends on how it's used. Hehuan Powder, if applied properly, can assist dual cultivators in merging energies. I spent a lot of time collecting 749 rare medicinal herbs to refine it. I was planning to use it later… with your sister-in-law."
Lin Dong sighed, then added quickly, "But who could've guessed Qingzhu would walk in at that moment? Master, please check the pill's composition. If we wait too long, the side effects might worsen."
Ye Feng squinted at Lin Dong.
In the original timeline, Lin Dong was far from a pure-hearted gentleman. He had his moments of weakness when it came to beauty. So now, this sudden act of "heroic urgency" made Ye Feng suspicious.
Could it be that Lin Dong was trying to earn Ye Feng's favor again?
After being punished previously for peeking at Ling Qingzhu in the hot spring, perhaps Lin Dong had changed strategies. Maybe this whole situation was a carefully staged play to get Ye Feng involved—and possibly to earn access to Ye Feng's heavenly fire.
The more Ye Feng thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
After all, this was the Wudong Qiankun plane. There were ancestral talismans here, not heavenly flame. Lin Dong, having once tasted the benefits of the Chilling Flame, should now realize that only Ye Feng could help him grow stronger.
Had Lin Dong orchestrated this? Was Ling Qingzhu's sweet, diligent behavior in recent days part of his plan?
The idea gnawed at Ye Feng's mind.
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