115: Chapter 115 He will never be able to compete for favor in his lifetime.

"Mistress, he is truly wealthy."

Li Mingye sighed with emotion. Among the few of them, only his dowry was the most pathetic. By comparison, Li Mingye felt inferior.

Feng Yange swept her gaze over them. "What, do you feel ashamed and inferior because your dowries aren't as good as his?"

Mo Yuan glanced indifferently at Li Mingye and patted his shoulder. "Mistress chose you not for your dowry. Besides, this guy delivered himself to our doorstep. We aren't lacking in resources, so what is there to be distressed about? At worst, when we go out for training, we can just rob... pfft! I mean, find more."

"Finding it ourselves isn't as fast as robbing it."

Feng Yange looked at them. "Alright, get ready. I'm going to do some Artifact Refining."

"Mistress, can I learn along with you?"

Li Mingye quickly stepped forward, and Bai Jiuxiao immediately crowded in. "Mistress, I want to learn too."

"Anyone who wants to learn can. As long as you can master it, I will teach you without holding anything back."

Feng Yange said it lightly. After everyone was settled, accompanied by an explosion, everyone looked at each other, covered in soot.

"Mistress, this Artifact Refining doesn't seem to suit me very well."

Bai Jiuxiao felt sorry for his fox fur; it was all frizzed up. Besides, he wasn't even a human; it would be strange if he could learn it.

"A-Chen, let's go to the courtyard and spar. I've obtained the second demon bead; I'll need to absorb it another day."

Feng Yange recalled the last time she absorbed a demon bead—it took a full five days.

Jun Chen felt that Mo Yuan was showing off to him. With a cold, detached gaze, he swept past Mo Yuan and walked straight outside.

"I really envy Mo Yuan; he's found another opportunity to get close to Mistress."

Bai Jiuxiao looked at Ling Feng, who was working silently, and then at Long Ze, who was going to Cultivate. He suddenly missed Xuan Li; that guy talked a lot, unlike these two, who were both mutes.

Throughout the day, explosions occurred in the courtyard from time to time, but no one dared to disturb them. Li Mingye assisted Feng Yange by her side. He had learned the technique, but he had tried and failed. Artifact Refining wasn't just about knowing how to do it; he admired Feng Yange's perseverance. Whenever she wanted something, she would refine it in one go.

Until noon on the second day, Feng Yange looked at the Jade Slip in her hand, her soot-covered face full of excitement. "Success! I've finally refined it. I knew I was a Genius."

"Mistress, you are simply too amazing."

"Quick, try this Jade Slip."

Feng Yange handed a Jade Slip to Li Mingye. After injecting Divine Sense, it could be used. It could record, send text messages, and send voice messages. This was basically a cultivation version of a mobile phone. With this, even if they got separated, they would know where the others had gone.

"Mistress, it works."

Li Mingye was very excited. These kinds of Jade Slips were only available to large Families or cultivation Sects. He hadn't expected Mistress to actually be able to refine one. She was truly a Genius.

"You keep this one for now; I will refine one for each of you."

"Mistress, I will help you prepare the Materials."

Feng Yange and Li Mingye worked together. Another two days passed, and Feng Yange finally refined nine Jade Slips. She tossed her tools aside and collapsed on the ground, limbs spread out.

"It's too exhausting. This Artifact Refining is truly not something for humans to do."

"Mistress, don't you think you're already very amazing? Your talent is simply peerless. Once you succeed, you almost never fail afterward. What Artifact Refiner could have your speed?"

Li Mingye looked at her with adoration; he certainly couldn't do it.

Feng Yange took out some spirit spring water and took a big gulp, only then recovering some energy. "How many days have passed? They haven't even come in to check on me."

"Mistress, they have been here, but seeing how focused you were on Artifact Refining, they didn't dare to disturb you."

Feng Yange stroked her stomach. Li Mingye quickly bent down and picked her up. "Mistress, I will carry you to bathe and change, and you can eat something in a while."

"You've prepared everything?"

Feng Yange was a bit surprised. Seeing Li Mingye nod, he said, "I spoke with them while you were Artifact Refining. Calculating the time, it's about right. Little Eight has a hot spring here; I think Mistress will really like it."

"Little Eight?"

Feng Yange paused. Li Mingye chuckled and explained, "Mistress, have you forgotten that we are currently staying at Little Eight's estate? Counting the time, today you and he should form a contract, but since it's late, we can invite the marriage stone tomorrow."

"What is his name?"

Feng Yange finally remembered. Three days ago, blinded by wealth, she had agreed to give the Pavilion Master the status of a husband. She had forgotten about it due to Artifact Refining, but now she remembered.

"Mistress, I don't know either; I haven't seen him these past few days."

Li Mingye suddenly realized that they had agreed without even knowing the Pavilion Master's identity or age. However, with such a generous dowry, not to mention Mistress couldn't refuse, even among the few of them, no one could resist it, right?

"It doesn't matter. We'll know when we invite the marriage stone. Either way, it's just a nominal title; it's not important."

Feng Yange snuggled into Li Mingye's arms. "A-Ye, I'm going to nap for a while. Wake me up when we arrive."

Li Mingye agreed, carried Feng Yange out, and Mo Yuan and the others immediately stepped forward. Seeing that Feng Yange was asleep, they didn't disturb her. Li Mingye whispered something to them and then carried Feng Yange to the hot spring to bathe.

"Our Mistress is truly someone you can't help but love more the longer you spend time with her. Those people in the Feng Family are truly blind; they didn't want such an outstanding daughter and only wanted some trash."

Whenever Mo Yuan thought about the Feng Family's attitude toward Mistress, he wished he could slaughter the Feng Family.

However, at least they had vented their anger when they left the Xuanling Continent.

"It is indeed a blessing to be a Family with Mistress."

Jun Chen had to admit that during this period of time together, apart from not being satisfied in that regard, Mistress's treatment of him was truly impeccable.

"In the future, with the addition of Little Eight, I'm afraid there will be even less meat to go around in the soup."

Mo Yuan's tone carried a hint of schadenfreude. Jun Chen glared at him. "I am not that kind of person. Besides, Little Eight is only nominal; he won't have marital relations with Mistress."

Xuan Li was in seclusion healing his injuries. Although Little Eight had appeared, he had said he wouldn't have those kinds of thoughts, leaving only six people.

"Then why don't you ask them? Which one of them didn't say nice things at the beginning? They claimed to just hold the name of a husband, but in the end, didn't they all pine for Mistress and want to be with her for a lifetime? Unlike me, who wanted to be Mistress's man from the very beginning."

Mo Yuan glanced at Ling Feng, whose wolf ears turned slightly red as he lowered his eyes without speaking.

"You can rest assured; I will not be like you."

The few of them were startled. They turned around to look at the Pavilion Master, who had returned at some unknown time. His face was quite handsome.

"Then when you dissolve the contract, will you take back your dowry?"

Mo Yuan stared into his eyes. Seeing him smile, he said, "Naturally not. Since it is a transaction, it is given to her; I will not take it back."

Besides, he might not even be able to return alive this time.

"Then we can rest easy. Mistress is bathing and changing; when she comes out, we will have her invite the marriage stone to form the contract with you."

It was late; he was afraid this guy would regret it.

"Then you must keep your word. In the future, since you are just nominal, don't vie for favor."

Bai Jiuxiao did not hide his intentions at all; if he didn't covet Mistress, then he should leave it to them.

The Pavilion Master glanced at them with cold disdain. "Vie for favor?"

"He will never vie for favor in this lifetime."