"You're awake?"
Qin Feng opened his eyes, only to see a strikingly beautiful woman with a cold expression on her face speaking to him.
Chu Yuyan looked at the confused Qin Feng, the disappointment on her pretty face intensifying. Coldly, she asked, "What will you be doing these days? Stay at home and don't create trouble for me, understood?"
Upon hearing her words, Qin Feng unconsciously nodded.
"Alright, I have asked someone to prepare a medicinal soup for you. It will be served to you soon," Chu Yuyan stood up from the bed, stretched her slender and delicate waist, and glanced at Qin Feng one last time before saying, "I am leaving; take care of your injuries."
After finishing her words, Chu Yuyan left swiftly and decisively. A trace of worry was clear on her brow as she sighed lightly. She could only rely on herself as her husband, Qin Feng, was unreliable.
It wasn't until Chu Yuyan's charming figure disappeared into the distance that Qin Feng gradually came to his senses.
"Where am I?" Qin Feng looked around. He was lying on a soft bed dressed in luxurious brocades. The room was richly decorated and incredibly lavish.
This place is so unfamiliar! This is definitely not the ancient ruins of the Qingyun region. So where am I?
Suddenly, a severe headache surged over him. Qin Feng's forehead vein bulged, his hands firmly gripping the soft bed covers. He gritted his teeth as various fragmented images flashed through his mind, similar to a sudden explosion.
Yuanwu Continent! Chu family in the southeast region! The husband of Chu Yuyan! Qin Feng!
After a long while, Qin Feng slowly let out a breath. After combing through the memories in his mind over and over again, he chuckled bitterly, having to accept the fact that he had indeed traveled through time, from the Qingyun region to the lower-level world, the Yuanwu Continent.
Thinking of this body's original owner, the bitterness in the corner of Qin Feng's mouth deepened.
He found it unexpectedly funny that he, a respected prime mixed-element pill saint and the most prestigious alchemy genius of the Qingyun region, ended up in such a pitiful condition. This was indeed beyond anyone's expectation.
The original owner of the body, Qin Feng, was asked to marry into the Chu family as a kind of "lucky charm" for the old master's illness. However, he himself had no cultivation skills, and was thus looked down upon in the Chu family. Even the servants of the Chu family would show him nothing but scorn and cold shoulders.
Inside Beiling City, he bore the brunt of ridicule and humiliation from the sons of nobility because he married Chu Yu Yan, a woman with celestial beauty.
His injuries were the result of a conflict with a young master from a prestigious family, who had his men beat Qin Feng to a pulp. By the time he was carried back to the Chu house, he was at death's door.
If it was not for Chu Yu Yan's devoted care, he would already be long gone...
Upon thinking about Chu Yu Yan, the corners of Qin Feng's mouth lifted up slightly. This cold on the outside but warm on the inside woman was rather nonchalant towards him, as if he were a stranger. Their interactions in daily life were minimal and her disappointment in his worthlessness was very apparent, yet when he was critically injured, she was the only one who remained by his side.
"Mu Yun from the Mu family, huh?" Qin Feng smirked, his lips a pale white.
The young master who injured him was from the Mu family – Mu Yun. This notorious playboy was infamous in Beiling City for his outrageous behavior, especially for his covetous eyes on his wife, Chu Yu Yan.
"You not only beat me up, but dared to have designs on my wife as well? It won't be long before I settle this score with you," Qin Feng murmured under his breath.
Just then, there was the sound of footsteps from outside the door.
A female servant walked in, carrying a bowl of steaming medicine. Without any formalities, she said nonchalantly, "This is the medicinal soup that the mistress has made for you. You should drink it quickly."
Qin Feng wasn't bothered by the servant's disrespect. He responded with a faint smile, took the bowl of medicine and drained it in one gulp, completely ignoring its scalding heat.
Observing Qin Feng chug down the piping hot medicine with a sense of surprise, the female servant didn't utter a word. She simply took the empty bowl and left.
Watching the servant leave, Qin Feng shook his head and stretched his body slightly.
In the entire Chu family, aside from Chu Yu Yan being slightly kinder to him
though not by much
, everyone else acted with indifference, if not outright mockery and derision behind his back.
Alone in the quiet room, Qin Feng hung his head in deep thought.
When Chu Yuyan left, despite her excellent effort at hiding it, he still noticed certain clues, leading him to guess that the current situation of the Chu family wasn't very good.
Indeed, the most urgent task was to recover his strength as soon as possible. In his previous life, not only was he extraordinarily gifted in the art of Dan Dao
Alchemy
, but he was also an exceptional genius in the martial arts cultivation.
Although this current body of his could be considered as somewhat wasted, he was nonetheless the Primordial Dan Saint, and had countless ways of enabling it to practice cultivation, and also to make rapid progress.
As for the crisis that the Chu family encountered, he would casually help out, given that Chu Yuyan was his wife. He didn't believe that there was anything the Primordial Dan Saint couldn't solve.
Sitting cross-legged on the soft bed, Qin Feng closed his eyes.
After his divine consciousness wandered through his body, he slowly opened his eyes, a bitter smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
He really hadn't anticipated such a high level of wastage in this body.
The internal meridians were obstructed, the qi and blood were not flowing, the sensitiveness to the terrestrial-elemental power was extremely dull. There was even a sort of lingering chronic poison flowing within his bloodstream...
What a mess indeed!
But luckily, all these problems weren’t much of a stumbling block for the Primordial Dan Saint, Qin Feng.
"The most important thing now is to find a pill furnace and ingredients for concocting the pills, so as to condition the body. At the same time, the internal poison can be cleaned..." Qin Feng muttered to himself, then rose from his seat.
His brows furrowed slightly, his wounds had yet to fully heal, and the act of moving had triggered his painful injuries, making Qin Feng draw a sharp breath.
Thinking about the root cause, Mu Yun, a glint of coldness swept across Qin Feng's eyes. "Let’s let you live a little longer. Time will come for me to settle with you."
After exiting the room, Qin Feng proceeded toward the Chu family's main hall, according to the path in his memory.
He remembered that after Chu Yuyan took over as the head, she had been handling matters at the Chu family's main hall. Since he didn’t have a penny on him to buy a pill furnace and the medicinal ingredients necessary for concocting pills, his only choice was to seek Chu Yuyan’s help for the time being.
A moment later, before Qin Feng could even approach the Chu family's main hall, he heard a tumultuous noise from within, causing his brows to furrow slightly.
At this time, in the main hall of the Chu family, two factions were standing off against each other, the atmosphere verging on a standoff.
A young man dressed in an extravagant robe and standing by the entrance was gazing nonchalantly at Chu Yayan, who was seated in the lead position with a graceful demeanor. He sneered, “Chu Yayan, don't blame me for not giving your Chu Family a chance. Hand over ninety percent of the Chu family's wealth, and I can assure you a way out for your family."
At the head seat, Chu Yayan's face turned incredibly unpleasant. Her beautiful, ice-cold eyes stared at the extravagantly dressed young man in the distance as she gritted her teeth and spat out. "Impossible. My Chu family, even if we have to risk everything, will not let your Fang family succeed."
Fang Chen shook his head at her words, looking somewhat regretful. His gaze unabashedly rested upon Chu Yayan's enchanting figure as he calmly stated, “Chu Yayan, you probably aren’t aware that starting today, the Yunlan Auction House has cut off the Chu family's supply of medicinal herbs. How long can your Chu family last with your existing stock?”
"What? Impossible!" Chu Yayan looked shocked and appalled, hastily standing up from her chair. Disbelief was written all over her pretty face.
