This sentence instantly left Ye Yu puzzled.
“Comfort me?”
Why would she need comforting?
He glanced at Feng Yingzhi, only to see her cross her arms and turn away—exactly like a sulking child needing to be placated.
Honestly, Ye Yu’s first instinct wasn’t to soothe Feng Yingzhi, but to check whether her shenhun had been tampered with.
Immortal, he thought, I suspect you’ve been possessed!
In Ye Yu’s mind, Feng Yingzhi was the devoted “master” of artifact creation and research. She’d dedicated her life to advancing immortal treasures, to the point of neglecting even her own appearance—how could she behave so petulantly? It felt completely out of character.
Noticing Ye Yu pressing a hand to her forehead, Feng Yingzhi frowned. “What are you doing?”
“It’s not right... your spirit is stable; it doesn’t look like possession,” Ye Yu muttered, then began poking her cheeks and temples. “Is it the Immortal Artifact Mask? Tell me—who are you really?”
“Mm mm mm!” Feng Yingzhi struggled, and Pei Chuxia hurried over to pull Ye Yu away. “Husband, what are you doing?”
In a low voice, Ye Yu explained, “It’s not what I’m doing, but what Feng Yingzhi did. Her behavior today was far too abnormal! Something’s definitely off!”
Pei Chuxia rolled her eyes. Patiently, she sat Ye Yu down and began to explain.
To Feng Yingzhi, every artifact she crafted was like her own child. She’d poured vast effort and rare materials into the Celestial Realm Boundary Pearl, determined to rectify her previous mistake repairing the Netherworld Boundary Pearl and finally gift Ye Yu a truly practical, exquisite treasure—so he would no longer mock her.
After overcoming countless obstacles, she had completed the Celestial Realm Boundary Pearl and eagerly presented it to Ye Yu. But instead of praise, she’d become the laughingstock of the entire Wu Wei Tower.
Feng Yingzhi had been deeply wounded and spent the day venting to Pei Chuxia when Ye Yu happened to walk in. Pei Chuxia, quick-witted, asked if he was there to comfort Feng Yingzhi—to remind him to appease her. Unfortunately, the plan backfired spectacularly.
Hearing this, Ye Yu couldn’t help but laugh. It wasn’t a case of possession after all.
He approached Feng Yingzhi and gently said, “I shouldn’t have rejected your work. It won’t happen again—okay?”
Feng Yingzhi pointed to her cheek and complained in a muffled voice, “Your grip hurt. Did you mean to squish me?”
Ye Yu exhaled. Squish her? Did she think herself a fragile toy?
He wanted to tease her, but when he saw the pink Boundary Pearl on her desk, he held back. Girls who loved pink often had princess hearts; a little fragility was to be expected. And after all, it was her who had inspired the creation of the Celestial Realm Boundary Pearl. He couldn’t be too harsh, professionally or personally.
After thinking, he said softly, “Sorry—I was just worried about you. As an apology, may I cook roast goose for you tonight?”
At the mention of roast goose, Feng Yingzhi’s face lit up. Ye Yu’s culinary skills far exceeded her expectations. Before coming to Wu Wei Tower, she’d hardly eaten anything, but after sampling his cooking at the madams’ feast, she’d been hooked—dreaming of tasting it again.
“If you sincerely want to cook, I’ll reluctantly eat some!” she said in mock resignation.
Feigning sternness, Ye Yu replied, “If it’s so reluctant, then don’t eat. I’ll take my leave.”
“No, no—I'm not reluctant at all! I’m delighted! Please, cook the roast goose,” she pleaded, grabbing his sleeve and waving her hand pitifully.
Pei Chuxia stifled a laugh. Her husband was increasingly playful—she’d seen how completely he had Feng Yingzhi wrapped around his finger.
“Heh, still putting on airs? Let’s do this: to teach you a lesson, and while you’re at it, make me another artifact. I want to visit the Mortal Realm—how can I avoid the Heavenly Dao’s thunder strikes? If you can’t manage that, at least devise a way for me to contact the Mortal Realm!”
“Ah?” Feng Yingzhi was taken aback. Pei Chuxia had already explained the Five Realms Passage and the Mortal Realm’s unique dangers. The Heavenly Dao’s force was near-omnipotent, overwhelming even Immortal Emperor–level cultivators. Going to the Mortal Realm now was an almost impossible task.
Yet, tempted by roast goose, Feng Yingzhi couldn’t refuse. After a moment’s thought, she said, “Descending in person is too difficult. I’ll devise a way for you to communicate with the Mortal Realm. It should be possible!”
“Good—make the artifact when you’re ready, and I’ll have roast goose waiting!” Ye Yu clasped his hands behind his back and strode off. One roast goose in exchange for the artifact genius’s effort was more than worth it.
But there was still time. Even if Feng Yingzhi could create a communication device, it would take a while. Why not use the interim for another venture?
Ye Yu tiptoed back to his chamber, cast several barriers, and entered his dream again.
[Each Dream Is Your New Life!]
[Loading Map and Characters!]
[Selected!]
[Dream Talent: ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) Heavenly Dao Rewards Diligence! (Golden)]
[You reap what you sow—effort always brings reward.]
[Work earnestly, and Heaven will notice!]
Though Ye Yu didn’t fully grasp the system’s explanation, the dazzling golden glow nearly blinded him. Too bright!
In the next moment, a familiar pull seized him.
[Age 0: Ye Yu was born in Qintian Prefecture of the Demon Realm.]
[From the simple, rustic room, it was clear his family wasn’t wealthy—likely ordinary demons.]
[Of course, appearances can deceive.]
[No one knew if this family was as cunning as the Ye Yangyang in the last dream.]
[Hm—hopefully not!]
[Soon, a middle-aged man approached Ye Yu, opened a book, and began telling ancient demon legends in a calm, monotonous tone—like the world’s most powerful lullaby.]
[Before long, Ye Yu drifted into a deep sleep.]
