Looking Up, I Think of Home

"Right, right, right. If Miss wants to like someone, she'd like the author of Dream of the Red Chamber and Supreme Treasure, not some commoner like him," Maomao said with a mischievous look, her meaning clear.

"Hush," the woman said, tapping Maomao's head. Her pretty face showed concern as she added, "But tell me, could he also be a mortal?"

"Hmm..." Maomao pondered, her head bowed. "I don't think so. Look, even though the characters in Supreme Treasure use a different cultivation method than ours, aren't they still very powerful? To be able to write such a book, he must have some understanding of cultivation himself, right?"

"True."

The woman glanced approvingly at Maomao. She agreed. A simple romance novel might indeed be written by a mortal, but Supreme Treasure also depicted a world of cultivation. Its characters could travel vast distances in an instant, and it featured top-tier treasures like the Moonlight Treasure Box. How could a mortal possibly conceive of such a world?

"Then Maomao, starting today, you will help me search for this gentleman with all your might. I want to meet him as soon as possible," the woman instructed softly.

"Okay, okay, okay. Miss, I know what you're thinking. I'll send out the message right away," Maomao giggled, covering her mouth, before retreating.

Inside the room.

Yi Feng changed his clothes and cleaned himself up, feeling much more comfortable.

Then, he grabbed a wild rabbit from his bamboo basket and went to the open space in front of the house. He hadn't eaten anything substantial after traveling all day. Now that he was settled, he had to treat himself well.

He immediately set up a barbecue grill. Remember this address in one second: http://

Soon, a fragrant rabbit was roasted by Yi Feng. It was succulent without being greasy. Especially after Yi Feng sprinkled on the seasonings, it emitted an alluring aroma.

"Mmm, delicious!"

He sniffed it but didn't rush to eat. After all, eating something freshly roasted could easily cause internal heat. Instead, he dug a small pit in the ground, took out a wild chicken wrapped in lotus leaves from his bamboo basket, and buried it.

Then, he skewered a grilled fish.

Before long, the grilled fish was thoroughly cooked. The skin was roasted to a crisp, looking very appetizing.

The beggar's chicken was also unearthed, its aroma filling the air.

Although he was just a mortal, Yi Feng never slacked when it came to his life. Even if he couldn't finish it all, he wanted to enjoy his meal to the fullest.

"And a pot of good wine. It'll be perfect."

Yi Feng took out his wine gourd. With everything prepared, Yi Feng clapped his hands with satisfaction.

With a chicken leg and a mouthful of wine, Yi Feng was content.

Although it was deep autumn, there were still many small animals in the mountains, their chirps sounding like cicadas. Many moths fluttered towards the light.

Yi Feng looked up.

The bright moon hung high in the sky. After a few mouthfuls of wine, though not drunk, he felt a slight buzz.

In his heart, he thought of his hometown from his past life.

The long-lost skyscrapers, the bustling city traffic, the late-night gaming sessions of Honor of Kings and League of Legends, his family, his friends from his past life...

"Raising my head, I gaze at the bright moon; lowering my head, I think of my hometown!"

Yi Feng raised his cup to the moon, his eyes misting over without him realizing when.

"Young Master not only writes good poetry, but it seems he's also a man with a story," two graceful figures appeared outside the courtyard, their voices carrying. As their voices faded, the coldness hidden in the woman's eyes gradually subsided.

In fact, the two had been observing for a long time.

Mufu Mountain was a place of great importance.

On the surface, the two women enjoyed peace and quiet, traveling and sightseeing. In reality, they were stationed here to prevent any accidents.

In the two years since, no strangers had entered. Yi Feng, a complete stranger, had caused such a stir. Even if he were just a mortal, he would have already attracted the attention of the two women.

However, it seemed they had worried unnecessarily.

"Oh, it's two young ladies. You've seen through me,"

Yi Feng quickly bowed and invited the two women to sit by the fire. He apologized, "I hope I haven't disturbed you. I was planning to prepare these foods to bring to you, but since you're here, why not share them?"

The woman in white glanced at Yi Feng.

For some reason, she felt a different kind of feeling towards this mortal youth. She, who had no interest in ordinary grains and food, inexplicably sat down.