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146: Girl, you're too young.

Time flowed like water, and in the blink of an eye, a month had passed.

News that the Myriad Sound Sect had gained a Core Formation Guest Elder spread like wildfire.

This caused the Myriad Sound Sect's status on Hundred Sound Island to gradually rise.

Cultivators from the other Sects on the island now wore much more sincere smiles when they saw Sect Leader Wang.

Within the Myriad Sound Sect's mountain gates, the atmosphere had also taken on a completely new look.

The Disciples cultivated with even greater zeal, walking with their backs ramrod straight.

Sect Leader Wang saw all of this and felt joy in his heart.

Today, his face was especially radiant as he hurriedly sought out Lin Feng's residence.

Brother Qinglian!

His voice arrived before he did.

Lin Feng pushed open the door to his quiet room and saw Sect Leader Wang holding a jade box, his face unable to suppress his excitement.

Sect Leader Wang, what has you so happy?

Brother, look at this!

Sect Leader Wang opened the jade box as if presenting a treasure.

Inside lay a Spiritual Plant, its entire body a translucent azure, emanating faint threads of cold air.

Azure Marrow Grass!

Sect Leader Wang's voice trembled slightly, 'The Star Palace's mission was just to patrol the nearby sea area, yet they rewarded me with such a spiritual treasure!'

He looked at Lin Feng, his eyes filled with emotion.

To be honest with you, brother, in the past when I went to receive missions, they were always thankless, arduous tasks with pitifully few rewards.

But ever since you arrived, brother, this past month, it's as if the Star Palace has become a different person. Every mission has been incredibly easy, yet the rewards have grown richer each time.

Sect Leader Wang grabbed Lin Feng's arm and shook it firmly.

Brother, you are the lucky star of our Myriad Sound Sect!

Lin Feng smiled but did not expose the truth.

He understood clearly in his heart that this had nothing to do with being a lucky star; it was clearly Ling Yuling repaying a favor.

That future mistress of the Star Palace was subtly showing him goodwill through this method.

However, behind this goodwill was another thread he could not ignore.

Kui Xing Island.

In the original story, it was there that Sect Leader Wang and his wife met their end at the hands of Wu Chou from Jiyin Island.

Now that the Star Palace's attitude towards him had changed so drastically, the danger level of his missions would inevitably change as well.

Would he still be sent to Kui Xing Island?

Lin Feng's gaze fell on Sect Leader Wang's sincere and joyful face, but he could not give a definitive answer in his heart.

He could change one person's fate, but could he alter all the trajectories connected to it?

Sect Leader Wang, this is your Opportunity.

Lin Feng patted his shoulder. 'Your wife is with child and needs these spiritual items to strengthen her foundation. You should go.'

Haha, you're right!

Sect Leader Wang slapped his forehead, carefully closed the jade box, and said, 'I'll go make some soup for Yuan'er right away! Brother, I'll come find you for a drink tonight!'

Watching Sect Leader Wang's excited departing figure, Lin Feng slowly withdrew his gaze and turned back into his quiet room.

...

Inside the quiet room, sandalwood incense wafted in gentle curls.

Lin Feng sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, his eyes slightly closed.

Behind him, a pair of soft, small hands kneaded his shoulders with moderate pressure.

The technique was somewhat inexperienced, far less skilled than Han Yunzhi's.

Yet the unique, faint body fragrance of the maiden, reminiscent of unripe fruit, drifted into his nostrils with her movements.

Lin Feng opened his eyes.

He turned his head to look at the person behind him.

Fan Jingmei wore a light purple silk dress today, her long hair simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, cascading down her back.

Her head was bowed, her expression focused, her long eyelashes casting small shadows beneath her eyelids.

Perhaps sensing Lin Feng's gaze, her movements paused slightly. She raised her head and met his eyes.

The maiden's cheeks flushed crimson in an instant.

She was only fifteen this year, her body just beginning to mature, her face still bearing traces of childishness.

Yet her eyes already held a hint of captivating charm, a strange Fusion of innocence and allure on her person.

Lin Feng's heart stirred slightly.

He reached out and gently lifted Fan Jingmei's smooth chin.

The sensation transmitted by his fingertips was delicate and warm.

Fan Jingmei's body tensed instantly, her breath catching.

She froze in place, not daring to move a muscle. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as if trying to leap out of her throat.

The Sect Leader's wife had instructed her.

This Elder Qinglian was an honored guest of the Sect, her future support.

Whatever he wanted to do, she must not resist, only comply.

For this past month, she had served in this Elder's quiet room every day.

Yet, apart from having her massage his shoulders or pour tea, he had never made any other moves.

When he read, she would grind ink beside him.

When he meditated, she would wait outside the door.

He would even guide her on cultivation difficulties and casually bestow Medicinal Pills she had never dared to dream of before.

He treated her not like a maid, but more like a Junior.

He was very handsome, more so than any man she had ever seen.

He also lacked the arrogance and cruelty of other high-Rank Cultivators, always gentle.

Fan Jingmei's heart had long since, bit by bit during this month of interaction, fallen for him.

She even felt some anticipation.

Anticipation that he might do something to her.

This was perhaps somewhat shameless, but in this lawless world of Cultivation where the strong preyed on the weak, being able to stay by the side of such a powerful figure and receive his protection and favor was already a tremendous blessing.

It was far better than being treated as a Cauldron by the Sect Leader and gifted to those ugly old monsters who could be her grandfathers.

Right now, his fingertip rested on her chin.

That warm sensation made her whole body feel weak.

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, presenting a demeanor of complete submission.

Lin Feng studied the maiden before him seriously.

Her face was beautiful, a kind of unpolished, natural beauty.

He could even see a trace of the shadow of the future, crowd-enchanting Left Envoy of the Myriad Sound Sect in this youthful face.

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

He was a normal man.

Moreover, on his System panel, the entry regarding Fan Jingmei had long since lit up.

[Bonded Individual: Fan Jingmei]

[Current Bond Level: Acquaintance (50/100)]

Fan Jingmei held considerable goodwill towards him, and for him to accept Fan Jingmei...

...might not necessarily be a bad thing for her.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but ultimately, they all settled on the maiden's still-youthful face.

In the end, he couldn't overcome the hurdle in his own heart.

The reason Lin Feng hadn't allowed Fan Jingmei to attend to him in bed these past days was naturally not because he wasn't interested in her.

On the contrary, Fan Jingmei's temperament suited his tastes quite well, which was precisely why he was conflicted.

He was an adult who had received a modern education and attended university.

Fifteen years old.

In the world before his Transmigration, this was still an age that needed legal protection.

He truly couldn't bring himself to lay hands on a minor.

Therefore, Lin Feng decided to wait until Fan Jingmei turned sixteen.

Lin Feng released the hand that was lifting Fan Jingmei's chin and sighed.

He said with a hint of regret, 'Jingmei, I have some matters to attend to. You should return to your quarters and rest for now. When you have time, focus on your Cultivation as well. A woman with low cultivation finds it very difficult to survive in the Chaotic Star Sea.'

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of Medicinal Pills and placed it in Fan Jingmei's hand.

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