Noon.
The blazing sun hung high, its fierce rays beating mercilessly down upon the ground.
Ye Qifeng returned to the Holy Son Palace under the scorching sun.
As luck would have it, the logistics deacon and the maids had just come to deliver a sumptuous, delicious lunch.
His identity and standing as Spirit Hall's Holy Son granted him authority, along with meticulous care in every aspect of his life.
This was something he had never dared imagine, much less hope for, two lifetimes ago.
Among the memories that had returned, even his previous incarnation had never received such excellent treatment.
Spirit Hall had given him so much and treated him so well.
Ye Qifeng silently engraved all of this upon his heart. No matter what happened, he would never forget it, and he would do everything in his power to repay it.
After lunch.
Ye Qifeng returned to his bedroom once more.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, where a lingering fragrance remained.
He prepared to study the rare medicinal herbs and flora of the Douluo World.
In the memories of his previous life, Ye Qifeng had also possessed considerable knowledge of medicinal herbs and flora.
But those herbs and plants belonged to a higher-level world. Their grades far surpassed those of the Douluo World; they were simply beyond what the Douluo World could possess.
With his current abilities, it would be difficult to apply that knowledge to the Douluo World.
Ye Qifeng casually brushed the Purple Jade Crystal Ring on his left index finger and took out the rustic wooden box containing the Flora Catalog.
He activated his Spiritual Power, which rivaled that of a Soul Saint, and used Psychic Object Manipulation to levitate the box, holding it steady before him.
Then he channeled his Soul Power into