The Darling of Heaven Owns a Rip-off Shop

Chapter 88: Chapter 31: Heaven’s Chosen Ones

Soon, the entire dining hall was filled with a rich aroma, and dishes with enticing colors, aromas, and flavors were constantly being served from the kitchen. Many disciples also came upon hearing the news, hoping to try their luck and see if Senior Yinglong would enjoy their dishes.

However, they quickly discovered an issue. Senior Yinglong hardly ate any dishes himself; instead, he kept serving Tianmiao, carefully asking her which dish tasted good. Upon receiving a positive response, he would toss something to the person who cooked the dish. This ’something’ could be a weapon, an elixir, or a secret manual.

Without exception, those who received something would leave with beaming smiles, excitedly yelling.

Senior Yinglong’s generous antics throughout the afternoon left the entire Canglang Sect in shock.

The Sect Leader also heard of the event and was very pleased. The items in Senior Yinglong’s hands were all valuable, and he had given out so many at once; they were all benefiting the disciples of the Canglang Sect.

However, this Sword Spirit named Tianmiao, being able to make Senior Yinglong go to such lengths to please her—what exactly was her origin? The Sect Leader wondered. He decided to ask his unruly son next time, to see if he knew anything.

After this event, everyone in the Canglang Sect learned one thing.

That was that Ye Chenfeng’s Sword Spirit was exceptional. She was friends with Senior Yinglong and had a fondness for gourmet food. Don’t ask how a Sword Spirit could taste food; if you must ask, it’s because this Sword Spirit is highly skilled and has already cultivated a physical form.

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”Chenfeng, where is your Sword Spirit?” The Sect Leader arrived at Ye Chenfeng’s residence, looked around but couldn’t find Tianmiao, so he asked Ye Chenfeng.

Ye Chenfeng raised an eyelid to glance at the Sect Leader and replied slowly, ”Probably went to Wanbian Peak.”

”Wanbian Peak?” The Sect Leader was puzzled. ”Wasn’t she supposed to go to Qingque Peak?” Tianmiao loves gourmet food, so if it were this time, it would be Yinglong taking her to the dining hall at Qingque Peak to eat.

”Senior Yinglong said he was taking Tianmiao to Wanbian Peak,” Ye Chenfeng said.

”Going to Wanbian Peak? For what?” The Sect Leader was even more perplexed.

”To... craft jewelry for Tianmiao.” Ye Chenfeng turned to look at the Sect Leader, saying expressionlessly.

”What? What did you say?” The Sect Leader doubted he heard correctly. What did he just hear?

”You heard correctly. Senior Yinglong said those Artifact Cultivators were to craft beautiful jewelry and hair accessories for Tianmiao, and whoever crafted the best would...” Ye Chenfeng’s expression was somewhat complex.

The Sect Leader understood the rest—whoever crafted the best, great rewards followed...

Very well, this method is very much Yinglong’s style.

No, that’s not the point!

How could a Sword Spirit like beautiful jewelry and clothes?

Ye Chenfeng ignored his bewildered old man, sheathed his sword, and walked straight out, heading to Wanbian Peak to find Tianmiao.

”Hey, wait, wait, you rascal, I told you to wait.” The Sect Leader chased frantically after him.

”Speak.” Ye Chenfeng finally stopped in his tracks.

”What exactly is the origin of this Sword Spirit, Tianmiao?” The Sect Leader finally asked the question he’d long wanted to know.

This time, Ye Chenfeng not only stopped but also turned his head to directly face the Sect Leader, then said something that left the Sect Leader stunned.

”I don’t know, we don’t have a contractual relationship.” After saying this, Ye Chenfeng intended to leave.

Stunned, the Sect Leader quickly stepped forward to grab Ye Chenfeng’s hand, ”What did you say? No master-servant contract?”

Ye Chenfeng stood still, turned his head to the Sect Leader, and the usually expressionless face unexpectedly showed a peculiar expression.

”Master-servant contract?” Ye Chenfeng looked at the Sect Leader. ”Father, I suggest you go back to sleep. No one in the world qualifies for an equal contract. And a master-servant contract? Ha! Did you miss seeing your Senior Yinglong wagging his tail at her that day?”

After saying that, Ye Chenfeng turned and left.

The Sect Leader stood there gaping, stunned. Then, cold sweat started to pour down from his forehead.

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