A Beauty Comes Knocking

"Kid, don't tell me you're planning to hide here for the rest of your life?"

In the Palister Family cemetery, a man in black, his body so thin and frail he looked like a bamboo pole, with a head of equally strange violet-gold hair, lay half-reclined on a huge wooden lounge chair and spoke with a smile. His face could be called handsome, but perhaps because he had seen little sunlight for years, it carried a sickly pallor.

In those clear eyes, like a deep pool, bearing endless vicissitudes, there surfaced a trace of teasing amusement. He was none other than the owner of that little hut, the Ancestor of the Palister Family.

And opposite him was a young man with long pale-blue hair and delicate features, though at the moment his face was full of worry. It was Liu Feng.

Hearing the Ancestor's mocking words, Liu Feng's face could not help flushing red. Gnashing his teeth, he said, "I'm not going out. Absolutely not! If that crazy woman has the ability, then let her stand guard outside for the rest of her life."

Seeing Liu Feng's clearly fierce-on-the-outside, weak-on-the-inside, guilty-as-could-be appearance, the amusement in the hut owner's eyes grew even thicker. Then, seeming to remember something, he sat up from the lounge chair all at once, an ambiguous expression spreading over his face, and chuckled. "Kid, that little girl said you molested her. Tell me, exactly how did you molest her?"

At this point, a reminiscent look surfaced in the hut owner's eyes, and he said again, "Tsk, tsk! But you, boy, are much stronger than your grandfather was back then. I remember when that little fellow was your age, his face would turn red after saying two sentences to a girl. But you, boy, do have a few traces of this old man's style from those days. Back then! I was also an existence known as a love saint. When those little girls saw me, they would..."

Listening as this Ancestor began, with glowing spirit and flying color, to recount his glorious days of chasing girls, Liu Feng could only sigh weakly. He wanted to laugh but did not dare, so he could only force himself to endure it, listening to those so-called glories that amounted to nothing more than touching little girls' hands when he was a few years old. His head was a complete mess, and he kept lamenting bitterly to himself why his luck had to be so rotten.

He had finally made a rare trip to York Town, and not only had he failed to find any market for the Gold-Quenching Stone, he had also somehow gotten into a baffling fight. Worse still, with one careless move he had run into that former fiancée of his. Running into her would have been bad enough, but by some ghostly prompting and divine error, he had even touched her once. And now things were just great—Elena had come straight to his door.

As the daughter of the Saint Mavana Empire's Minister of Internal Affairs, and with complicated ties to the Palister Family, how would Butler Bard dare offend Elena? He could only keep trying to persuade her with good words, and when he saw Elena refused to leave, he even had to put on the full etiquette for welcoming an honored guest and invite Elena to stay inside the manor.

In truth, the words "molested her" had not come from Elena's own mouth. But that look of incomparable fury mixed with bashfulness whenever Liu Feng was mentioned—who could fail to see it?

On top of that, quite a few people had already seen the scene of Liu Feng and Elena on the road at the time. As a result, the rumor had instantly flown all over York County. The thing people had been discussing most these past few days was how the useless eldest son of the Palister Family had openly flirted with a female mage in the street and had then been chased down.

Although those ordinary people did not know Elena's identity, the people inside the manor saw Elena arrive at the door, then thought of that rumor and Liu Feng's current state of hiding in the cemetery and refusing to come out. Even a fool could guess what had happened between this young man and woman.

What made Liu Feng feel fortunate, however, was that the Palister cemetery had a standing prohibition. Even members of the Palister Family could not enter casually. So although Elena was now inside the manor as well, she was still helpless against Liu Feng, who was hiding in the cemetery.

Liu Feng also knew he could not keep hiding in the cemetery forever, but at the very least, he absolutely could not go out now. Though he had always believed that touching this former fiancée once did not count as any great matter, the moment he thought of the word "former," Liu Feng felt every bit of confidence drain away. He could only hope this little girl, who was clearly throwing a fit, would vent here for a few days and then hurry up and leave.

But Elena clearly showed no sign of leaving. She had already stayed in Palister Manor for three days. However, she now rarely mentioned Liu Feng, and it was said that she had instead become as close as one lump of glue with Liu Feng's cheap cousin Catherine, turning into intimate friends. Every day, they went sightseeing in the mountains and waters around the manor, and she was living quite happily.

After finally listening once again to this supposedly incomparably romantic Ancestor recount those events from who knew how many hundreds of years ago, Liu Feng quietly wiped away cold sweat and let out a breath of relief. Somewhat puzzled, he asked, "Right, Ancestor, have you heard of the Treasure of the Creation God? What is that?"

Ever since he had heard those two super experts mention this matter, Liu Feng had been incomparably curious. It was only because these past few days, all his thoughts had been focused on his troubles over Elena that he had not had time to ask around. As time passed, Liu Feng finally remembered it.

"The Treasure of the Creation God? Where did you hear about that?" Hearing Liu Feng's sudden question, the Ancestor first froze, then his expression changed slightly. He abruptly stood up from the lounge chair, cold light suddenly bursting in his eyes, and an incomparably tyrannical aura instantly surged into the sky from his body.

Startled by the Ancestor's powerful aura until his chest felt stifled, Liu Feng had no choice but to take a few small steps back, secretly cursing in his heart and wondering what kind of madness this Ancestor had gone into now. But looking at him like this, it did seem the Ancestor knew something about the Treasure of the Creation God.

Taking a deep breath, Liu Feng no longer hesitated and immediately gave a quick account of what had happened a few days ago, when he had encountered that mercenary group, as well as the Church's Knight of Light and the Fire Worship Sect's guru.

His brows kept furrowing tightly, and all kinds of expressions constantly shifted across the hut owner's face. Finally, after a helpless sigh, the aura around the hut owner suddenly withdrew. Then he gently sat down again, half-leaning back on the lounge chair, but an incomparably exhausted look appeared on his face. In that instant, Liu Feng discovered in astonishment that this Ancestor seemed to have aged by several decades.

Ignoring Liu Feng's question, the hut owner gazed faintly at the sky and softly murmured, "It has appeared as well. It has finally appeared. It seems this prophecy truly is real. But... but how is that possible? Can the family still not escape this destiny?"

Liu Feng was now basically immune to this sort of near-mad rambling from the Ancestor. He knew that even if he asked what that damn prophecy was, the Ancestor absolutely would not say. However, his curiosity about the Treasure of the Creation God truly made Liu Feng unable to endure any longer, and he could not help gritting his teeth and asking, "Ancestor, what exactly is the Treasure of the Creation God?"

With a faint bitter smile, the Ancestor's expression finally gradually returned to normal. Sitting up again, he said, "Kid, can you promise me one thing?" His expression was incomparably serious, and the habitual teasing look of the past was gone from his eyes, replaced instead by an incomparably solemn air.

Liu Feng's heart tightened. He nodded and said, "Ancestor, please speak. As long as I can do it, there's no problem!" As he spoke, doubt rose in his heart. Faintly, he felt that this matter did not seem to be anything simple.