Shen Feng and Shen Yan’er returned this ti for two reasons. First, the family needed their help to address the changes in the Human Realm.
Second, Mount Shu was laying the groundwork here, intending for them to seize opportunities.
This world, nourished by spiritual power, might see the reappearance of ancient magical treasures left behind from the Ancient Era.
Shen Feng believed that Long Fei’s sudden return this ti was undoubtedly related to this matter.
One should know, the suppression on extraterritorial cultivators in this world was growing stronger and stronger.
All the major sects had already made arrangents in advance, and each sect had secretly selected their own disciples in this world.
So of them, even Long Fei was unaware of.
Long Fei deliberately avoided talking about the Alchemy Furnace and instead turned to Shen Yan’er with a rather inexplicable question, "Miss Yan’er, do you notice any changes in Yingying compared to before?"
He didn’t address her as Miss Shen but instead called her Miss Yan’er directly, which made Shen Yan’er feel quite uneasy.
Not knowing what Long Fei was getting at, she answered honestly, "Yingying’s skin seems to have improved sowhat compared to before."
Long Fei chuckled, understanding that won are naturally sensitive to such details.
To be fair, their skin was already good; it simply lacked the unique radiance associated with fairies.
The Yao Grass, however, possessed this effect—even if one hadn’t ascended to immortality, consuming it would still grant this enchanting glow.
Long Fei specifically took out a brocade box containing Yao Grass, placed it on the table, and pushed it toward Shen Yan’er, saying, "Miss Yan’er, you’ve helped before, and I’ve never had the chance to thank you. Take this herb; after consuming it, your skin will beco as radiant as Yingying’s."
"Really?"
Even though Shen Yan’er had already reached the Late Stage of Core Formation, she couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows in astonishnt.
Unable to resist, she opened the brocade box for a look.
Inside lay a strand of jade-like green grass, shimring with mystic patterns of the Great Dao, an undoubtedly extraordinary sight.
Shen Feng coughed lightly twice as a reminder to his sister that they had co here to investigate a case.
This was a matter entrusted to them by the elders above. If she accepted Long Fei’s gift, wouldn’t that count as taking a bribe?
Long Fei smiled and explained, "Yao Grass is rare. It’s said to have ford from the transformation of Emperor Fla’s daughter upon her death. Consuming it enhances beauty, charm, and allure. It’s a rare treasure; I only have a few stalks."
Between the lines, he subtly hinted to Shen Yan’er that if she declined now, there might not be another chance later.
Shen Yan’er, of course, understood his implications and cast a pitiful glance at Shen Feng.
Shen Feng knew it was over—the case couldn’t be pursued further now. Long Fei was too cunning for his own good.
He collected the photo of the Cauldron and eventually asked Long Fei, "Brother Long, tell , why didn’t you appear in front of everyone when Ghost Emperor City collapsed?"
Long Fei explained, "There’s nothing much to say. The outside world is full of my enemies; naturally, I couldn’t show myself. Actually, Chu Feng and the others had been acting alongside all along—I used an invisibility magical treasure to escape with them. After recuperating in the Secret Realm, I returned here. As for the Alchemy Furnace, I’m aware of it, but its timing coincided purely by accident."
This matter was highly critical—he absolutely couldn’t divulge it to Shen Feng.
Otherwise, if word got out that he had obtained the Alchemy Furnace, people would surely blow the matter out of proportion.
Not to ntion those who might falsely accuse him of being involved with the Blood Demon—washing his reputation clean would be impossible.
Shen Feng said no more, stood up with his sister, and said, "Thank you for the trouble; I’ll co find you for a drink another day."
"Sure, I’m always happy to oblige."
Long Fei rose and sent them off. At the door, he suddenly asked, "Brother Shen, is your return this ti related to troubles in the secular world?"
Shen Feng sighed, nodded with a worried look, and said, "Indeed. Recently, ferocious monsters have appeared in various parts of the world. They’re extraordinarily tough, resistant to bullets. The higher-ups sent us back to deal with them."
Long Fei had suspected the sa ever since seeing that black Demon Wolf in the laboratory. It was clearly different from the demonic beasts—its eyes showed no trace of human-demon characteristics, only a pure desire for slaughter.
He addressed Shen Feng earnestly, "Protecting the human realm is everyone’s responsibility. If Brother Shen finds useful, just say the word, and I’ll do my best to help."
Shen Feng furrowed his brow tightly, his face full of surprise.
He said no more, cupped his fist in farewell, and left.
Shen Yan’er’s face couldn’t hide her excitent as she quietly asked Long Fei, "How should I consu this Yao Grass?"
"Raw, brewed in water, or cooked—any way works."
Long Fei smiled faintly.
Shen Yan’er nodded, blushing, and followed her brother out.
Both of them were cultivators at the Core Formation Stage, standing as top-tier experts in this world.
Long Fei, on the other hand, had broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm. However, he was heavily suppressed in this world and had to seal his Nascent Soul, leaving him feeling deeply uncomfortable.
Thankfully, his physical body was astonishingly powerful. After being soaked and infused with the Ancient Bloodline from the Blood Demon, he could probably smash a Core Formation cultivator to pieces with a single punch!
At the thought of battle, Long Fei’s blood imdiately surged, causing the surrounding snow to lt in patches.
Returning to the house, he found Lin Yingying lounging on the couch, wearing a sheer silk camisole nightdress.
Her hair was tousled and cascaded over her shoulders. Her legs were sleek, long, and smooth.
When Long Fei closed the door, he nearly jumped as though he were sneaking in like a thief.
She sipped her tea and murmured, "I didn’t notice you’re quite generous—handing out Yao Grass whenever you see a girl?"
Long Fei chuckled dryly, walked over to sit next to her, and said, "Jealous?"
"Get lost! Why would I be jealous of a high school student like you?"
Lin Yingying rolled her eyes at him, staring intently at the TV while deliberately ignoring him.
Long Fei rubbed his face cheekily and corrected her, "I’m young—that’s not the sa as being a high schooler!"
"Oh, and what’s the difference?"
Lin Yingying teased him sarcastically, muttering, "Tomorrow is my grandfather’s seventieth birthday, and I don’t even know how to introduce you. Call you my husband, but you’re younger than . Call you my brother, and no one would believe it! You’re driving crazy!"
"A birthday celebration?"
Long Fei scratched his head, realizing he hadn’t taken the ti to properly interact with Lin Yingying’s family since their marriage.
This birthday was a good opportunity to connect.
As her grandson-in-law, he ought to show so respect.
He rubbed his face, causing a crunching sound as his bones reshaped.
The youthful, delicate face he previously had quickly morphed into a mature, angular profile.
Lin Yingying stared at the transformation in astonishnt, raising an eyebrow and laughing, "What are you doing? Ruining your face?"
"You wanted to look more mature, didn’t you?"
Long Fei rolled his eyes at her and picked up his phone to open the cara, examining his handiwork.
The facial bone transformation did make him appear more mature, though there were still traces of youth that didn’t entirely fade. However, it did resemble what a mature man might look like.
Lin Yingying doubled over with laughter, as though witnessing a rare spectacle. She climbed off the couch, squeezed his face with both hands, and exclaid, "Wow, your skill at costic surgery is honestly impressive!"
Long Fei silently stared at her, then suddenly swooped in to hold her down on the couch.
Lin Yingying saw the fiery glint in his eyes and, panicked, pushed against his chest while reminding him urgently, "Don’t ss around—I’m pregnant!"
"You’re still my wife!"
Long Fei snapped his fingers, utterly indifferent to her being a pregnant woman for a whole year.
The living room dimd, and their breathing imdiately turned heavy.
After consuming the Yao Grass, Lin Yingying’s faint, srizing fragrance beca a fatal allure to any man.
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