Lin Feng and i Lin walked in silence. Unlike before, when the quiet felt awkward, this ti it was more peaceful.
That suited him just fine—as his mind was already occupied with other matters.
I need to figure out how to properly combine my Alpha Wolf’s domain with my physical attacks.
At my current cultivation level, that’s the fastest way to improve and use its suppressive effects against stronger cultivators, Feng thought, his eyes narrowing.
It was clear this wasn’t a new concern—it had weighed on him ever since his battle with Yi Bei.
There’s also the problem with the instability in my cultivation base. If I stop absorbing the spiritual energy of those I kill, maybe I can slow down my growth... but...
His thoughts wavered. Is that really the right choice? Wouldn’t it be better to rush through the early stages while it’s easier to break through?
[Responding to host: The higher the host’s cultivation base, the more spiritual energy is required to break through.]
[For the host to advance to the next cultivation level, he must kill either 15 cultivators at the 6th level of Qi Condensation, 3 cultivators at the 7th level, or 1 cultivator at the 8th level of Qi Condensation. These requirents will increase as the host grows stronger.]
When Feng heard the system’s response, he was stunned—he hadn’t expected the requirents to be this demanding.
What the hell, system? he thought, his mind reeling. I’m only at the 6th level of Qi Condensation, and to break through, I need to kill 15 cultivators at the sa level?
His fists clenched tightly.
And if I don’t want to do that, I have to face even stronger opponents—three at the 7th level or one at the 8th? Isn’t that ridiculously difficult?
The system, hearing Lin Feng’s complaints, quickly responded in its usual chanical voice—though Feng couldn’t help but feel it sounded a bit sarcastic.
[Responding to host: If the host thinks this is too difficult, he can simply cultivate normally like everyone else and absorb spiritual energy from the surroundings.]
Feng froze when he heard this. For a mont, he was speechless.
Clearly, the system either didn’t find the requirents difficult or simply didn’t care how fast or slow he chose to cultivate.
Aigh, whatever.
He sighed inwardly.
Even having the ability to absorb the spiritual energy of other cultivators is already a heaven-defying gift.
If anyone else found out, they’d brand a heretic and offer to the Church of Heaven for a reward.
Shaking his head, Feng pushed those thoughts aside as he and i Lin finally arrived at his room.
It was spacious and elegantly crafted, with a large, low-frad bed draped in cream-colored linens and sheer curtains.
The living area featured a polished wooden table surrounded by silk-cushioned seats in shades of purple and white.
A lacquered cabinet, adorned with delicate crane and pine tree motifs, stood against the wall beside shelves lined with scrolls and jade ornants.
Sliding wooden doors opened to an airy veranda with smooth stone tiles and a view of a small garden, where the sweet scent of jasmine drifted on the breeze.
I knew the Chen Clan was rich, but I didn’t think they were this rich...
Feng was stunned by the luxurious room given to him.
Back in Raincloud Village, he had grown up in a decrepit, narrow house left behind by his parents.
Compared to that, this place was hundreds—no, thousands—of tis better.
There’s even a garden where you can watch the sunset...
His gaze drifted toward the veranda as the late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over the garden. Its fading light stretched long shadows across the stone tiles.
Soft rays filtered through the leaves, creating dappled patterns on the ground, while the sky shifted from pale blue to hues of amber and rose.
In the distance, the sun dipped slowly toward the horizon, promising a breathtaking sunset.
i Ling, noticing Lin Feng’s reaction, laughed softly.
"The young miss specifically asked us to give you and Master Huang Bei the best rooms in the estate. It’s a small gift for helping protect Elder Chen Li," she said warmly.
Hearing this, a subtle warmth spread through Feng’s heart.
Although he had suspected that their treatnt was thanks to Chen i, having it confird made him feel genuinely grateful.
"If you see Chen i, be sure to thank her for ," Lin Feng said seriously, his expression firm. Clearly, this kindness was sothing he valued deeply.
First, she saves our lives—now she treats us like honored guests. I really owe that girl a lot...
i Ling led him further inside, moving with practiced ease as she tidied the room.
She smoothed out the wrinkles on the silk cushions and adjusted the low wooden table, aligning it perfectly with the center of the living area.
With swift, graceful motions, she gathered a few stray scrolls from the shelves, stacking them neatly in place.
A soft cloth in hand, she wiped down the lacquered cabinet, restoring its glossy sheen until the crane and pine tree motifs glead in the fading sunlight.
Finally, she slid open the doors to the veranda, allowing the fresh breeze to flow in along with the warm, golden glow of the setting sun.
Satisfied with her work, i Ling turned to Feng and said, "Young Master Lin Feng, the room is now ready for you. I will take my leave, but if you have any requests, simply ring this bell, and I will co imdiately to assist you."
She pointed to a small silver bell resting on one of the tables, then bowed her head politely, offering him a final smile before turning to leave.
Feng, who hadn’t had the chance to ask how the bell worked, watched her retreating figure with a hint of confusion.
How are you supposed to know if I ring the bell if you’re too far away? Is this so kind of special item or sothing? he wondered, his curiosity piqued.
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