Chapter 39

Feng Yin quietly emerged from the last pharmacy, not taking a single cloud with him, only the golden wind in his sleeves.

He casually tossed a copper coin, bought a string of candied haws, and handed it to a child on the back of an old woman by the roadside. As the child beamed with joy, he helped the old woman, who was walking unsteadily, to the other side of the road...

Feng Yin was in an exceptionally good mood and spirit.

So much so that when he saw a scoundrel bullying an ordinary person, he didn't use excessive force, just kicked him, breaking five or six ribs, and that was it.

A few ragged beggars, seeing Feng Yin's generosity, mustered the courage to beg, and Feng Yin scattered a handful of copper coins; thus, beggars from all around flocked over.

Feng Yin had to flee in a panic.

"There's nothing left, really nothing left..."

All the extra things he had were already exchanged for silver, not the golden wind in his sleeves, but the silver wind.

But facing a crowd of beggars, no matter how much money he had, it wasn't enough to distribute.

"This is the world," Feng Yin sighed.

Although he still felt a sense of detachment, a sense of "countless people in the vast sea, but I am the only one from beyond the heavens," a clear and lonely feeling.

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

"In the future, I won't be so sentimental. I can't go back, and being sentimental every day just makes me feel bad."

"Live well!"

Feng Yin told himself, forcing a big, sunny smile onto his face.

He touched the broken sword on his back, patted the little guy's head in his pocket, and quietly reached in to pet the cat. Feeling the warmth of the little guy's skin, Feng Yin's heart gradually calmed down.

Now, he was dressed in fine clothes, tall and handsome, with a graceful and elegant demeanor, and a gentle smile on his face.

Combined with his fair complexion, smooth skin, and a well-proportioned height, he truly looked like a fine young gentleman, a handsome and elegant youth.

This was the true appearance of the great assassin Feng Yin.

When he was the pharmacy owner, he only had about 60% of his true looks.

What kind of man, who knows a little of everything, wouldn't know a thing or two about the four great Asian black arts?

One of the four black arts, makeup, can not only enhance one's appearance, turning an ugly duckling into a beauty, but also conceal beauty, turning a handsome man into an ordinary one. The current Feng Yin was his true self.

Like a lotus emerging from clear water, naturally beautiful without any artificial embellishment, he seemed to have walked out of a painting.

With his true appearance restored and the deliberate display of a scholarly air, he looked like a man of great talent and wealth, with a gentle and innocent demeanor.

The little guy, unable to resist curiosity and not stopped by Feng Yin, slipped out of the pocket, climbed up to Feng Yin's shoulder, and perched there. No matter how Feng Yin walked, the little guy remained steady.

Only occasionally did his ears twitch.

The little cat, with its pure white fur and clear, bright eyes, sat obediently on Feng Yin's shoulder, curiously looking around...

Entering Yuezhou City, Feng Yin felt like a drop of water merging into a vast river, a sense of security increasing.

Although he knew it was an illusion, a sense of belonging due to the dense population, it wasn't true safety. But this feeling was indeed comfortable.

No longer in a desolate place where even the hoot of an owl made his scalp tingle... This was progress.

Both the man and the cat were extremely good-looking.

Together, they complemented each other, enhancing their charm even more!

On this journey, not only did women look at them with admiration, but even men couldn't help but glance a few times.

Thus, Feng Yin paraded through the city, turning into an alley and entering a large mansion.

This identity was already arranged, and Feng Yin's return was to give the impression to those around him that the owner of the house had returned.

This house was previously rented by Feng Yin but not lived in for long. It was in a remote location with a poor orientation, and since Feng Yin rented it, no new tenants had come.

This lack of new tenants was a major consideration for Feng Yin's choice to return.

This time, Feng Yin, with his wealth and confidence, found the landlord and expressed his intention to rent the house for at least a year.

Previously, he had haggled over a few taels of silver, but now, he accepted all the landlord's terms and even tipped him a few taels of silver, truly showing that one should not underestimate a young man's potential.

After renting the house, Feng Yin spent the next few days converting all his resources, except for the necessary part, into silver.

"Money is essential in any world."

"Truly sad."

"Spending two lifetimes thinking about money..."

Feng Yin, with the golden wind in his sleeves, walked down the street. He now had over 60,000 taels of silver, making him incredibly wealthy. He couldn't help but show off a bit, and the first thing he did was buy a lot of food for Little Feng Ying.

It's worth mentioning that although Little Feng Ying was the descendant of a demon king, his cat habits were deeply ingrained, and he naturally loved fish.

This was fine.

When Feng Yin discovered this, he immediately arranged for a supplier to deliver ten pounds of live fish every morning, with different varieties each day, at least three pounds each.

This temporarily satisfied the little guy's eating needs. With Feng Yin's current wealth, whether the fish was raw or cooked, it was no problem.

However, the little guy still had the habit of wanting to catch and play with mice...

Feng Yin found this unbearable.

"No catching that thing, it's dirty."

"Meow..."

To prevent any mishaps, Feng Yin caught a weasel and a mouse, and had the weasel eat the mouse.

Then, he secretly and ruthlessly strangled the weasel.

Under the shocked and terrified gaze of Feng Ying, the weasel convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and bled from all seven orifices before dying.

Feng Ying was terrified.

His fur stood on end.

His eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"This thing is poisonous."

Feng Yin held another mouse, shook it, and taught Feng Ying.

"Meow!"

Feng Ying, upon seeing the mouse, let out a cry and darted to the bed, quickly hiding under the covers, not even daring to show his head.

Only his tail, still standing on end, trembled.

Feng Yin was satisfied.

This should leave a childhood trauma on the little guy, and he wouldn't worry about him catching mice anymore...

Ha ha, I'm a genius.

Feng Yin proudly disposed of the dead mouse and the weasel.

Then, he personally prepared several packets of medicine, filling the mouse holes and main pathways... to prevent any future problems.

Ensuring that there were no mice in the house or nearby, even if seen, they would be dead and stinky—thoroughly eliminating the little guy's bad habit in its infancy!

It must be said that Feng Yin's actions left Feng Ying uninterested in mice for the rest of his life. Even when he encountered a group of rat demons in the future, he charged in without hesitation... but that's another story.

In the following days, Feng Yin did nothing but use his wealth to hire people to clean and redecorate the courtyard, purchase new bedding and furniture, and plant two trees.

These two trees were no ordinary trees; they were large Ironheart Plums, described by the broker as a precious tree species on this continent, with a tree age exceeding ten thousand years. They could produce mystical tree hearts, which had magical effects when used in medicine and were also excellent materials for forging weapons, being extremely hard and indestructible.

After the magical properties of the tree hearts were discovered, they became so valuable that they were almost extinct.

However, it was extremely difficult for these trees to produce tree hearts; out of ten thousand trees, only one might produce one. Those that couldn't produce tree hearts were only valuable for their ornamental value. When they bloomed, the entire courtyard was covered by the tree canopy, and the fragrance spread for miles.

Feng Yin's two trees were only a few decades old, so they were the ordinary kind, but he was still very proud.

Looking at the two trees standing on either side of the courtyard, Feng Yin couldn't help but recite a poem.

"In my courtyard, there are two trees. One is an Ironheart Plum, and the other is also an Ironheart Plum."

As he finished, he felt a sense of poetic atmosphere and nodded his head.

It wasn't to show off, but to enjoy the shade the trees would provide when they grew.

Practicing in such an environment would surely be very pleasant.

And it would also provide two great places for Feng Ying to play, climbing up and down, which would be a beautiful sight...

After everything was settled, in the afternoon, Feng Yin began to practice. He felt that the progress of his Spirit Transformation Classic could be even faster... or faster than he imagined.

At this moment, the bottleneck that had been difficult to break through was showing signs of loosening, seemingly reaching the point of breaking through to the innate realm...

"I'll work overtime tonight and reach the innate realm as soon as possible." Feng Yin thought, petting the little guy's tail.

Feng Ying's tail swished, escaping his touch, but he brought his neck closer.

The meaning was clear.

Petting a cat's tail isn't the right way.

You need to learn to pet properly.

The posture must be correct.

Like this, pet.

Feng Yin, following the advice, petted the little guy until his eyes closed in contentment, his body relaxed, and he purred contentedly, stretching out his limbs lazily, his tiny paws curling into little balls.

The little guy was a snow-white ball of fur, about the size of a fist.

His four little paws were four tiny, adorable, snow-white balls of fur.

The door closed.

Feng Yin began to practice, the Spirit Transformation Classic instantly activating, and the mysterious aura in the air began to flow.

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[Feng Yin is working overtime, and I'll also work overtime tonight to write these 9,000 words.]