Let's Take Chu Feng's Master

"So, you're from the Mu Clan. I was reckless earlier. Please forgive me." Yan Qian bowed deeply to Mu Feng.

Mu Feng had grown accustomed to such things since childhood. As the crown prince of the Heavenly Star Immortal Dynasty and the son of the God of the Ancient Mu Clan, his dual identities left very few people capable of standing proudly before him.

"What is your name?" Mu Feng asked.

"Sir, just call me Yan Qian."

Mu Feng nodded and commanded the system to display Yan Qian's details:

[Name: Yan Qian]

[Cultivation: Black Core Fourth Level (Residual Soul)]

[Identity: Elder of the Heavenly Pill Medicine Pavilion]

[Destruction Value: 40]

[High Fall Value Event: Not Triggered]

[System Evaluation: Excellent talent for alchemy; recommended to subdue.]

An alchemy genius? Mu Feng mused. While alchemists were rare among ordinary cultivators, it wasn't as significant for someone of his status. However, having a dedicated private alchemist would be convenient. He wouldn't need to worry about leaks when refining shameless pills that could otherwise cause him trouble.

It seems Yan Qian could still be useful. I'll keep her around for now.

"Speaking of which, I should call you senior. Senior, don't be so reserved. I'm just curious—why are you in this state as a remnant soul, and how did you become the master of Chu Feng? If you don't mind, please tell me about it." Mu Feng flashed a harmless smile, his demeanor intentionally gentle to make Yan Qian feel at ease.

Yan Qian dared not withhold anything and recounted how she was framed, leading to her current state, and how she ended up becoming Chu Feng's master. As their conversation unfolded, much of the initial tension dissipated.

The two chatted as if Chu Feng, standing beside them, didn't exist. Even Yan Qian barely acknowledged his presence. Meanwhile, Himura's oppressive aura ensured that Chu Feng couldn't utter a single word.

Chu Feng glared at Yan Qian, who was now laughing and chatting with Mu Feng. In his heart, he labeled her no different from Wang Muxue—a vain, shameless woman seeking favor with the rich and powerful.

"So, you've had a rough journey, senior. However, these matters are trivial to me. If you're willing, I can help you resolve them," Mu Feng offered confidently. The Heavenly Pill Medicine Pavilion was nothing in his eyes. If he simply informed his mother, a million troops could flatten it in no time.

"Young Master Mu is really willing to help me?" Yan Qian asked, her voice trembling with excitement. Her sole goal had always been to return to the Myriad Dao Realm, reclaim her position in the Heavenly Pill Medicine Pavilion, and exact revenge. She had endured a hundred years in the ring as a remnant soul, driven by sheer determination and hatred.

[Ding~ The host triggers the high fall value event of the heroine "Yan Qian": Help Yan Qian rebuild her body and return to the Heavenly Pill Medicine Pavilion for revenge.]

"As long as you promise me one thing, I will make sure you return to the Myriad Dao Realm," Mu Feng said, his tone casual.

While they spoke, Mu Feng closely observed Yan Qian. Although she was currently a soul, her appearance was stunning—her face shaped like a silver plate, her eyes as deep as spring water, her lips naturally red, and her brows perfectly arched. She was truly a beauty, like a masterpiece painting.

Of course, as one of the heroines, beauty was a given. But for Mu Feng, beauty alone wasn't enough to warrant effort. Had Yan Qian lacked her alchemical talent, Mu Feng might have killed her outright.

What's the point of mere beauty? Can you be prettier than Ru Ringyu? he thought dismissively. The Myriad Dao Realm had no shortage of beautiful women. What made Yan Qian valuable was her exceptional talent in alchemy, as even the system acknowledged. Everything else was secondary.

"Young Master, please tell me your condition!" Yan Qian replied, her resolve firm. This opportunity was too rare to miss. Establishing ties with the ancient Mu clan and using their power to seek revenge might be her only chance in this lifetime. Disappointed as she was in Chu Feng, she no longer hoped he would help her.

"I will help you rebuild your body, but in return, you will be my woman and stay by my side."

"Sir, you must be joking. I..." Yan Qian stammered, taken aback by his request. Her instinct was to refuse, but she hesitated. Becoming Mu Feng's woman felt too high a price, especially since she was several hundred years older than him. However, the thought of being protected by the Mu clan—of having no one in the entire Myriad Dao Realm dare to disrespect her—made her waver.