Azure Heaven Saber

Chapter 50 - 50 38 Young Master Feng Enters the World in

?Chapter 50: Chapter 38: Young Master Feng Enters the World in Yuezhou Chapter 50: Chapter 38: Young Master Feng Enters the World in Yuezhou Feng Yin quietly left the last pharmacy, taking not even the slightest cloud with him, only the golden wind in his sleeves.

He casually tossed a copper coin, buying a string of candied hawthorn, and gave it to the child carried by the elderly lady on the roadside. In the child’s radiant joy, he helped the staggering old lady across the road…

Feng Yin’s mood was excellent, as was his energy.

So much so that when he saw a small bully taking advantage of ordinary people, he didn’t go too hard, just gave him a kick that broke five or six ribs, that’s all.

Seeing Feng Yin’s generous response, a few ragged beggars plucked up the courage to beg. Feng Yin also threw down a handful of copper coins; and so, beggars from the surrounding area flocked over.

Feng Yin had no choice but to flee.

“There’s no more, really no more…”
All the surplus items on him had been converted into silver, not just golden wind in his sleeves, but also silver wind.

But facing the beggars flocking around, no amount of money seemed enough to distribute.

“Such is the world,” Feng Yin sighed.

Although there was still a sense of soul alienation, a sense of ‘Of all the people in the vast world, only I have come from beyond’, an awareness of solitude.

But after all, he was now a person of this world.

“From now on, don’t be pretentious, can’t go back, being pretentious all the time only makes yourself miserable,” he told himself.

“Live a good life!”

Feng Yin told himself, striving to show a radiant smile on his face.

He gently touched the broken blades of the defunct swords on his back, patted the small creature in his pocket, and quietly reached in to stroke the cat. Touching the small creature’s warm skin, Feng Yin’s heart gradually calmed down.

Now he was well dressed, refined and upright, handsome and suave, carrying a natural air of elegance when he moved. A mild smile often resides on his face.

Complementing his fair complexion, skin like jade, and his tall, lean stature, he was every bit the charming young aristocrat, the graceful young man.

This was the true face of Feng, the assassin.

As the owner of the medical clinic, that was only sixty percent of Feng Yin’s charm.

How could Feng, who knows a bit of everything, not understand one of the four great Asian evil arts?

One of the four evil arts, the makeup technique, can not only enhance one’s beauty, transform an ordinary person into a goddess, but also conceal one’s charm, change Pan An into Hu An, and the current Feng is finally showing his true face.

The clear water produces the blooming lotus, naturally sculpted, the whole person, like a character stepped out from a painting.

Seeing the real Feng Yin, in addition to his deliberately displayed scholarly aura, at first sight, he seems to be an outstanding scholar, knowledgeable, and rich in life, not worrying about food and drinks, ignorant of worldly hardships.

Thus, it reveals an apparent layer of honesty, innocence, and naivety.

The little creature couldn’t help but wonder, and Feng Yin didn’t stop it. It came out of the pocket in a flash, climbed onto Feng Yin’s shoulder, and squatted obediently. Regardless of how Feng Yin swayed as he walked, Feng Ying remained motionless.

Its ears occasionally twitched.

Carrying a kitten on his shoulder, completely white without a hint of impurity. Its eyes are bright and clear, squatting obediently on Feng Yin’s shoulder, its big eyes looking east and west curiously…
Entering Yuezhou City, Feng Yin also felt like a drop of water melting into the river, and his sense of security increased significantly.

Even though he knew this was an illusion, it was the sense of being part of society caused by the densely populated area, and not real safety. But this feeling indeed comforted him.

No longer so desolate and remote, even an owl hooting twice gave him goose bumps… this is a kind of progress.

A man and a cat both possess stunning looks.

With the two combined, their mutual enhancement significantly amplifies their enchantment!

Every step along the way, it was not just women who were immediately captivated; even men couldn’t help looking a few times more.

Feng sauntered through the city, striding confidently into a mansion at the end of an alley.

This identity was arranged a long time ago, and this return of Feng Yin was meant to give the locals a sense: the owner of the house is back.

He had rented this mansion before but hadn’t lived in it for long. The mansion’s location was remote, and the entrance faced an awfully bad direction. Since Feng Yin rented it, no new tenant had shown up.

And this lack of new tenants was a significant factor for Feng Yin’s choice to return here.

Feng Yin’s triumphant return to the mansion, his familiarity with the landlord, expressed his intention to continue renting, starting from a year.

During his previous stay, he had negotiated the rent meticulously over several ounces of silver. However, today, with extensive wealth at his disposal, he completely agreed to the landlord’s terms and even showered the latter with a few ounces of silver as a tip, truly embodying the phrase ‘the wheel of fortune turns, do not despise the poor and young’.

After renting the house, over the next few days, Feng Yin converted all the resources he had into silver, except for the essentials.

“Regardless of the world, money is indispensable.”

“How sad.”

“Twice I lived, racking my brains for money…”
Feng Yin walked on the streets with sleeves full of gold, now he had over sixty thousand ounces of silver, he was undoubtedly rich. Naturally, he couldn’t help showing off a little. The first step was to buy Feng Ying a lot of delicious food.

It’s worth noting that, although Feng Ying is the descendant of the Demon Clan Emperor, having the habits of a cat deeply engrained into its heart, bone marrow, and soul, naturally made it fond of fish.

This was another matter.

After Feng Yin discovered this, he immediately found a supplier who would deliver ten pounds of live fish every morning. He further specified different varieties, not necessarily too large, but at least more than three pounds each.

This could temporarily satisfy the small creature’s diet. Given Feng Yin’s current wealth, whether it was raw or cooked, he could handle it with ease.

However, but, it’s just that… the little thing still had the habit of wanting to catch and play with any mouse it saw…

Which Feng Yin couldn’t quite tolerate or stand.

“Don’t catch that thing, it’s filthy.”

“Yi wu…”

To prevent any mishap, Feng Yin brought a yellow ferret and a mouse, let the ferret eat the mouse.

Then, without a hint of mercy, he mercilessly throttled the life out of the ferret.

And then, under the shocked and scared gaze of Feng Ying, the ferret kicked its legs, foamed at the mouth, bled from its seven orifices, and died.

Feng Ying was scared witless.

His fur stood on end.

His little eyes, practically bulging out of their sockets.

“This thing, is poisonous.”

Feng Yin held another mouse in his hand, shook it a little, and earnestly taught Feng Ying.

“Wa wu!”

Feng Ying looked at the mouse, cried out loud, and dashed to the bed, swiftly diving under the quilt, afraid to even show his head.

Only his little tail was sticking out, still bristling and trembling.

Feng Yin was satisfied.

This time, it should leave a lasting impression of childhood trauma. No need to worry about him catching mice every day anymore…

Haha, I’m such a genius.

Feng Yin gleefully killed off the mouse and threw it away, took the yellow ferret and dumped it too.

He then personally prepared several packs of medicine, stuff them into the mouse holes and passages… to eliminate future trouble.

To make sure there wasn’t a mouse in sight, dead or alive, smelly or not—he was determined to nip this young one’s bad habit in the bud!

It must be said, Feng Yin’s drastic measures made Feng Ying completely uninterested in mice for life. Even in the future, when he encountered a gang of rat demons, he’d rush to take them down without a second thought… cough cough, but let’s not jump ahead of ourselves just yet.

In the days that followed, Feng Yin didn’t do much, he instructed people to clean and redecorate the courtyard, purchase brand new bedding, furniture, and even planted two trees once everything was in order.

These two trees were quite special, both large Iron Heart Trees. According to the salesperson’s description, they were precious trees of this continent, aged over ten thousand years, capable of producing Mysterious Tree Hearts. As a medicine, this tree heart has miraculous effects, it’s also an extraordinary material for forging weapons, being of an unusual quality, unbreakably firm.

After the wondrous use of this tree heart was discovered, it was all the rage in Luoyang, almost to the point of being dug up to the brink of extinction.

However, in reality, it was very difficult for this tree to produce a tree heart, and out of ten thousand trees, one might not even sprout. And without a heart, the tree only has the ornamental value of a common tree. When in bloom, the whole yard is covered by its canopy and filled with fragrance, that extends for miles.

Feng Yin’s two trees were only a few decades old, naturally of the most ordinary kind, but he was still quite pleased with them.

Looking at the two trees on the left and right in the yard, Feng Yin couldn’t help but hum a little poem.

“There are two trees in my yard. One is an Iron Heart Tree, the other one, is also an Iron Heart Tree.”

Finishing his verse, he suddenly perceived a profound artistic conception and couldn’t help but be a bit moved.

Not for vanity, but for the feel of a yard sheltered by leaf canopies when they grow.

Practicing in such an environment would surely be a pleasant thing.

Moreover, it would provide Feng Ying with two great places to play, climbing up and down, isn’t that a beautiful sight…

The day everything was in order, in the afternoon, Feng Yin began his practice. He had a vague feeling that his progress in training his Spiritual Transformation Technique could be faster…or even quicker than he had imagined.

At this moment, the bottleneck that had always been difficult to disturb seemed to be loosening up, it seemed that he was on the verge of breaking through to the Innate level…

“I will work overtime tonight to achieve Innate as soon as possible,” Feng Yin thought to himself, while petting the little thing’s tail.

Feng Ying flicked his tail, escaping his stroking and freeing his tail, but he offered up his neck instead.

The meaning was very clear.

Who pets a cat’s tail?

You have to learn how to pet correctly.

Like this, get the posture right.

That’s it, pet me.

An accommodating Feng Yin petted the little creature until his eyes narrowed and his body sprawled, purring from his belly while stretching out all four limbs in Feng Yin’s palm. The lazy little paws all curled up into fur balls.

The whole creature was a tiny, snow-white fur ball the size of a fist.

The four little paws were four mini, exquisitely cute snow-white fur balls.

The door was closed.

Feng Yin began to focus on his training, operating the Spiritual Transformation Technique instantly. The mystical rhythm started to circulate in the air.

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[Since Feng Yin is working overtime, I will also have to work overtime tonight to write back these nine thousand words.]