Thousand Illusions, Blade of Origin

Returning to his shop, Chu Feng began to tidy up the place.

The aftermath of the recent fight had caused quite a bit of damage to his store, likely exceeding seventy or eighty thousand Gold Soul Coins, and several Soul Tools had been destroyed.

His shop was insured, so he should be able to receive a significant amount of compensation; furthermore, since this damage was caused by an Evil Soul Master, Shrek City would likely provide him with restitution as well.

Rounding it up, not only did he suffer no losses, but he could actually turn a tidy profit.

However, this amount of money meant nothing to Chu Feng; he could earn it back just by selling a single Level 4 Soul Tool.

What he cared about most was his newly acquired talent—Thousand Illusions.

Chu Feng examined it briefly and soon understood the capabilities of "Thousand Illusions."

The primary ability of "Thousand Illusions" was to pull people into an illusion, serving as a strong crowd-control skill, though that was merely a secondary effect.

Its core function was to subtly infiltrate the minds of others, gradually influencing their consciousness, emotions, and even their personality.

If one's spiritual power was strong enough, it could even be used to alter memories!

It was essentially what his past life called hypnosis, but far more powerful.

Because it required no flashy preparation, one could activate the "Thousand Illusions" ability as soon as the target entered a certain range. Moreover, it was a subtle form of guidance; as long as one didn't go too far, it was basically impossible to be detected.

This ability seems so evil...

Hypnosis... hypnosis... hehehe...

Chu Feng grinned, thinking of certain adult films from his past life; it was a bit stimulating.

With his formidable spiritual power, wielding this ability was like a fish in water, and he would never be detected. He just didn't know the exact effects yet, so he would have to find someone to test it on.

Beyond that, the God-tier carving knife, "Blade of Origin," was also incredibly powerful.

To craft superior Soul Tools, the carving knife was vital; Soul Tools engraved by ranked carving knives often carried special attributes.

Soul Tools crafted with the "Blade of Origin," however, could carry a trace of the power of origin—which was, in fact, the power of laws, such as wind, fire, thunder, lightning, destruction, life, and so on.

For example, if a Soul Cannon carried even a trace of the "destruction" law, its power would increase by at least two levels.

If a Milk Bottle carried a trace of the "life" law, a single sip would not only restore soul power but also completely heal any injuries.

There were countless ways to utilize it, and the Soul Tools produced would be one-of-a-kind, allowing for a direct monopoly—this was the best way to make money.

Chu Feng felt he was one step closer to his goal of opening a Soul Engineer academy.

After Chu Feng finished tidying the shop, it was time for dinner, but he had no intention of going back.

After all, he had an appointment to eat out with Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao today.

He was a wealthy man now; cooping himself up in the dormitory every day wasn't the way to go. Although being served by Wang Dong felt great, he needed a change of pace.

Besides, business at his shop had only started to pick up in the last few days, and he had even rented two small rooms upstairs.

Although they were only rented, they were his own little nest; he no longer had to squeeze into that trashy Shrek dormitory with Wang Dong.

He didn't wait long before a surprised voice came from outside: "Chu Feng, you actually opened a shop here!"

As the voice rang out, a handsome youth wearing a white Shrek uniform walked in, his large, sparkling eyes full of curiosity as he looked at the exquisite Soul Tools displayed in the shop.

"That's right, I'm the boss here."

Chu Feng said with a faint smile.

"Great, then I'll be the boss's wife~"

Wang Dong beamed with joy, looking left and right, appearing very happy.

"Why is it just you? Where's Xiao Xiao? Why didn't she come?" Chu Feng asked in confusion; he had invited both Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao.

"Xiao Xiao said she wanted to cultivate, so she wouldn't be joining us." Upon hearing this, Wang Dong's gaze toward Chu Feng turned sharp, and he asked, "Do you know something?"

"I don't know anything?" Chu Feng spread his hands, leaning back in his chair and rocking it, choosing to play dumb.

Ever since that incident, Xiao Xiao seemed to have been frightened and hadn't come to see him for a long time. He also felt he had been a bit reckless back then, so he hadn't been too proactive, intending to let Xiao Xiao cool off.

For the past month, they had only chatted a few times during meals, and he hadn't noticed anything different about Xiao Xiao.

"By the way, I saw Xiao Xiao wearing a ring on her hand. She said you gave it to her?" Wang Dong remained relentless, hands on his hips, his questioning tone very obvious.

"Yeah, it's a Soul Tool that increases cultivation speed." Chu Feng admitted it directly, without any concealment.

"Hmph, you didn't give me a ring!" Wang Dong huffed, the sourness in his tone nearly filling the entire shop.

"You're a grown man, why would you wear a ring? So pretentious~" Chu Feng curled his lip, feeling speechless.

Wang Dong's public image was that of a passionate youth; neither rings nor bracelets suited him. If he wore an earring to match that flashy pink-blue hair of his, he might look like a delinquent youth.

"Ahhh—I don't care, I don't care! I want one too!!" Wang Dong switched directly into a girl's unreasonable mode, grabbing Chu Feng's arm and acting like a spoiled child.

"Creak, creak~" The wooden rocking chair, seemingly stuffed with too much "dog food," groaned in protest under the weight.

"Fine, fine, fine, I'll make you one when I have time, stop shaking it..." Seeing this, Chu Feng quickly compromised, feeling like he had been cornered.

But he had no choice; the person slept, ate, and drank with him, and was now clinging to his arm and acting spoiled—he couldn't just kick Wang Dong away, it would be too embarrassing...

The main thing was that he hadn't decided what to make for Wang Dong. Wang Dong already had many treasures, and his talent was ridiculously good; anything he gave him would seem shabby, so he hadn't prepared anything.

"Then I want the best one, even better than the one Xiao Xiao has..." Wang Dong pouted, staring straight at Chu Feng as if trying to see into the depths of his heart.

"Mm." Chu Feng nodded, agreeing to the request, though he felt a bit of a headache; it seemed Wang Dong had discovered something...

"Heehee~ It's a deal~" Wang Dong reached out to hook her finger with Chu Feng's, then leaned against him, satisfied, and planted a loud, heavy kiss on his cheek.

After resting for a moment, the two got up and headed toward Bright Moon Pavilion.

Although Bright Moon Pavilion couldn't compare to Heavenly Star Pavilion, it was still a decent restaurant in the area. Chu Feng had eaten there many times; the prices were reasonable and the food was excellent.

Bright Moon Pavilion sold authentic, quality ingredients.

Heavenly Star Pavilion sold flashy, superficial gimmicks.

Though he had money, he wasn't a sucker, and by comparison, Bright Moon Pavilion offered much better value.

The two entered Bright Moon Pavilion and didn't book a private room, choosing instead to head to the public dining area on the second floor. It was a large, bustling space filled with customers, with each table separated by screens.

"Why didn't you get a private room?"

Wang Dong sat down, slumped over the table, and pouted in dissatisfaction.

In this public setting, while she was still in her male guise, she couldn't exactly get intimate with Chu Feng...

"I like the liveliness here~" Chu Feng smiled faintly, not offering much of an explanation.

Compared to a world for two, Chu Feng preferred this lively atmosphere; it helped him recall memories from his past life...

"Fine~"

Wang Dong pursed her lips slightly before starting to order. In no time, she had selected all the most expensive dishes on the menu.

She knew her own cooking—it was fine for a meal or two, but it got tiresome after a while, and the dormitory facilities were limited. Since they were out eating, she naturally intended to feast and satisfy her cravings.

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