Returning to the courtyard.
Feng Qianyue casually informed Yi Feng about the outcome of the matter, her tone light and unburdened.
She didn’t elaborate on the details, nor did she seek credit for her efforts.
Though the blow from Yunhu had been severe—nearly shattering her Dao heart—it had also brought immense growth to her state of mind.
"Sir, the inheritance ceremony is in seven days. How are your preparations coming along?" Following Yi Feng’s request, Feng Qianyue had changed her form of address as she posed the question.
"What preparations? What am I supposed to prepare for?" Yi Feng asked, puzzled.
"Preparations for accepting the inheritance, of course! Don’t tell me you haven’t made any?" Feng Qianyue’s eyes widened in shock.
Even though she knew Yi Feng was incredibly powerful, the Death Inheritance was no trivial matter.
Yet without exception, all had failed.
So even for Yi Feng, she didn’t hold high hopes for success.
Hearing that he hadn’t prepared at all, she immediately felt a sense of foreboding.
"Oh, now that you mention it, I do recall there are some things I should prepare." Yi Feng scratched his head. "Thanks for reminding me—I’d nearly forgotten."
Feng Qianyue pursed her lips.
You almost forgot something this important?
How could you be so careless?
Had her decision at the Moonlit Tower been too impulsive?
Of course, she didn’t dare voice these thoughts aloud.
Fortunately, there were still seven days left.
If they hurried, there might still be time.
"Are you busy?" Yi Feng asked.
"Qianyue has nothing to attend to," she replied.
"Good. Then come with me to get things ready." Yi Feng stood up.
"Me? I’m coming with you?" Feng Qianyue couldn’t believe it.
"Of course. Didn’t you just say you’re free?" Yi Feng said.
"No, I mean… am I really allowed?"
Feng Qianyue still couldn’t wrap her head around it.
"Why not? I just told you to come with me, didn’t I?"
Yi Feng rolled his eyes.
This woman seemed a bit odd too.
Once Yi Feng confirmed, Feng Qianyue took a deep breath, her excitement overwhelming.
She never imagined their relationship would progress so quickly—that Yi Feng would trust her to this extent.
All her efforts had truly paid off.
She quickly rose and followed behind Yi Feng, her heart fluttering with nervous anticipation.
This trip would likely reveal some of his hidden cards and methods!
After all, facing something as perilous as the Death Inheritance, anyone would bring out their best preparations, right?
After dismissing her attendants, the two left the courtyard and stepped into the bustling streets.
Yi Feng walked ahead with his hands behind his back, while she trailed behind.
Though she didn’t understand why they’d come here, she didn’t dare ask.
Suddenly, Yi Feng entered a food shop.
She followed him inside.
"Shopkeeper, how much for this beef jerky?"
Yi Feng picked up a strip and examined it.
"Three Celestial Crystals per pound."
"Two," Yi Feng countered, holding up two fingers.
"Sir, I can’t sell it for that."
"Why not? Let me break down the costs for you… In short, your profit margin is outrageous."
"Sir, two Celestial Crystals is impossible. How about this—five for two pounds?"
"Shopkeeper, that’s just bad business. Even if I buy at that price, I won’t come back. But if you sell it my way, you’ll gain a loyal customer…"
Beside them, Feng Qianyue watched the haggling unfold, her forehead creased with disbelief.
She wanted to remind Yi Feng to focus on preparing for the Death Inheritance, but she feared overstepping and irritating him.
Finally, after a lengthy back-and-forth, Yi Feng secured a bulk purchase of beef jerky at one and a half Celestial Crystals per pound.
The shopkeeper wiped away a tear of hardship—he’d never met such a relentless bargainer.
To make matters worse, the man swiped a roast duck on his way out, claiming he needed to "test the flavor" and promising large orders in the future if it met his standards.
Once they left the shop, Feng Qianyue exhaled in relief.
Surely now, Sir would begin his serious preparations?
The thought alone reignited her anticipation…
"Sir, what’s next?" she ventured cautiously.
"Hmm, I need a new set of clothes," Yi Feng mused, stroking his chin.
Remembering the outfit torn apart by demonic beasts, he realized his wardrobe was running thin.
Feng Qianyue’s eyes sparkled.
Sir was finally getting serious.
The "clothes" he spoke of must be defensive treasures—artifacts capable of shapeshifting into garments, no less!
Such high-grade treasures were rare indeed.
As expected, the depths of his power were about to be unveiled!
Lost in her wild speculations, she suddenly noticed Yi Feng had stopped at a street corner, locked in another heated haggle—this time with a seamstress auntie, their banter flying fast and fierce…
Feng Qianyue's lips twitched uncontrollably, and his eyelids kept trembling.
He nearly coughed up a mouthful of old blood...