After Ye Feng was sent out of the Grave of Ten Thousand Swords, a lingering gloom hung over his face for a long time.
‘That old fossil doesn’t have many years left to live, so he wanted to put on one last grand performance.’
And somehow, he had actually succeeded.
He had even managed to squeeze a few tears out of Ye Feng.
The Demon Race… it was the Demon Race again.
In the original story, that old man had also died at the hands of the demons.
‘The Demon God?’
Ye Feng’s gaze sharpened.
No matter what kind of world-shaking abilities the Demon God possessed or how much heavenly power he wielded, it didn’t matter.
Even if there were eighty-one tribulations standing in his way, he would surely tear the so-called Demon God apart with his bare hands.
That included Huodou, the creature sealed within his own body.
In this world, he shouldn’t have had any intersection with that old man.
After accidentally entering the Grave of Ten Thousand Swords, Ye Feng had secretly learned the sect’s ultimate technique, the Surging Waves Sword Arts.
After being hunted by the Faceless Men, he realized after the fact that those creatures shouldn’t have possessed their own consciousness.
Under the sunlight, the bottle containing the Dragon Ancestor’s Blood glowed with a brilliant red light.
Ye Feng gave a self-deprecating smile.
In truth, he didn’t need the Dragon Ancestor’s Blood at all.
His physical body had long since been tempered by Qilin’s Blood.
He had only accepted this bottle of blood to give that old man a way to save face.
Exchanging one bottle of blood for thirty years of his time was a massive loss.
‘The Dragon Ancestor’s Blood…’
He suddenly thought of someone.
She definitely needed this bottle of Dragon Ancestor’s Blood to temper her body.
He would consider it compensation for deceiving her.
There weren’t many coincidences in this world.
The storage ring Zhu Lan had found back then was something Ye Feng had placed there intentionally.
Even the Bone-Eroding Bugs inside had been there with his tacit approval.
Ye Feng narrowed his eyes into slits, staring straight at the sun.
He wasn’t a pure person.
Moreover, he felt that results were far more important than the process.
If someone had managed to stir his emotions, then he would simply bind her to his side.
Zhu Lan had been very busy these past few days.
After listening to two days of lectures from her Second Senior Sister, she realized that spirit beast eggs in this world could be raised just like tree saplings.
You buried half the egg in the soil and then watered it.
This would speed up the spirit beast’s hatching process.
However, you couldn’t use fertilizer.
Instead, the nutrient was blood.
At first, Zhu Lan would drip blood onto it several times a day.
Later, she once got out of bed and was so unsteady that she fell face-first into the dirt.
Only then did she realize that dripping blood once a week was enough.
After not seeing Ye Feng for several days, Zhu Lan summoned her courage and went to his cultivation room to check on the egg he had chosen.
It was a black egg, neither large nor small, and utterly plain-looking.
There was nothing remarkable about it at all.
But Zhu Lan was a bit stubborn.
‘This is the egg the male lead chose, after all. Can anything belonging to the male lead be ordinary?’
Even his most ordinary possessions were often rarer than an average person’s most precious treasures.
Zhu Lan gently tapped the egg with her fingertip and even pressed her ear against it to listen.
There was no sound at all.
Zhu Lan came back to observe it for several days in a row.
Eventually, she felt like the black egg looked a bit malnourished — the first time she had seen it, the shell’s surface was smooth and matte.
Now, it looked dull and felt much rougher to the touch.
Zhu Lan simply moved the egg, planting it right next to her own.
She watered it every day and dripped blood on it once a week.
Zhu Lan had her reasons.
The male lead’s egg would definitely hatch something extraordinary.
By dripping a little blood on it while it was still an egg to make it recognize her, maybe it would actually listen to her when the time came.
“Number Two, you better have a conscience. I’m braving low blood sugar to give you blood after feeding Big Brother. When you grow up, you better not join your master in bullying me…”
Zhu Lan sat on a chair, fanning herself while muttering nonsensically to the two eggs buried in the dirt.
As a result, as soon as Ye Feng returned, he saw Zhu Lan sitting on the chair, her head nodding as she dozed off, her mouth still rambling about something.
“What are you doing?”
Ye Feng smoothed out his messy hair, cleared his throat, and spoke with a solemn voice.
That single sentence jolted Zhu Lan awake.
“Ye Feng?! Weren’t you supposed to be gone for two mon—?”
Ye Feng smiled.
“Everything went smoothly. The business is finished.”
Zhu Lan was speechless.
“Smooth enough to turn two months into two days?”
Ye Feng feigned a frown and said fiercely, “You seem like you really didn’t want me to come back?”
Zhu Lan was momentarily at a loss for words.
That was exactly what she was thinking.
During the few days the male lead had been away, she had spent every day eating as soon as she woke up, playing with her Second Senior Sister once she was full, and tending to the two eggs in the afternoon.
Without the male lead’s devilish training every night, her back didn’t ache, her legs didn’t hurt, and she could even walk much faster.
“I didn’t,” Zhu Lan said against her conscience.
Ye Feng nodded in satisfaction.
“Zhu Lan, I noticed that it’s been just about a week since the last time we neutralized the poison, hasn’t it?”
He just had to bring up the one thing she didn’t want to talk about.
As soon as Zhu Lan heard that, she got angry.
“Get lost!”
Ye Feng, who had just been yelled at, was confused.
‘What’s going on? Why is she so angry?’
Ye Feng stepped forward and asked in confusion, “What’s wrong? Who made you angry?”
The moment Zhu Lan thought about how her Senior Sister had misunderstood her a few days ago, she felt frustrated.
The worst part was that she couldn’t even argue back.
Aside from the final step, they had done everything else.
Zhu Lan had made up her mind to stay far away from the male lead.
She pulled out a small notebook and read according to the notes she had scribbled inside.
“August fifteenth, watered Ye Feng’s egg once. August nineteenth, wiped the shell of Ye Feng’s egg. August twenty-first…”
Zhu Lan muttered her list, talking non-stop.
Ye Feng couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’ve done so many trivial little things for me. And then? What reward do you want?”
“I want your blood!”
“That’s not going to happen.”
Ye Feng refused decisively, shaking his head.
“My blood is very expensive. These little things aren’t enough.”
“Then I might as well just wait to die, waah…”
Seeing Zhu Lan acting like it was the end of the world, Ye Feng couldn’t help but want to laugh again.
“What’s wrong? Why are you suddenly acting like this?”
As he spoke, he moved with extreme familiarity to wrap his arm around Zhu Lan’s slender waist.
However, Zhu Lan dodged him instantly.
Ye Feng froze for a moment, then took a few steps forward, cornering Zhu Lan until she had nowhere left to retreat.
“What exactly happened? Who bullied you? Tell me, and I’ll settle the debt for you.”
There was a hint of doting in Ye Feng’s voice that even he hadn’t noticed.
Zhu Lan’s lips trembled.
“Who else would bully me besides you?”
“Me?”
Ye Feng suddenly wanted to tease her and see her angry face.
“What did I do? We were just neutralizing the poison. Besides, didn’t you stop resisting during the second half back then? I even saw you dow —”
“Shut up!”
Zhu Lan was getting anxious.
Ye Feng was leaning closer and closer, and she couldn’t avoid his hands no matter how she tried.
“Forget it.”
Zhu Lan’s voice carried a thick sob as she cried out in a tone of total surrender: “I can’t beat you anyway, and I can’t outrun you. Fine, just go ahead and screw me to death, or just kill me with a sword and get it over with!”