Chapter 1011: The God Of Simping, Fu Nantian

A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

Yi Feng had already adapted to life in the village and, as usual, woke up early in the morning.

He planned to learn some of the old man's flashy cooking techniques so that he could make his meals more visually appealing in the future. Combined with his god-like culinary skills, his dishes would surely be both delicious and beautiful.

However, when he entered the kitchen, there was no sign of the old man.

Had the old man's routine been disrupted?

Just as Yi Feng was pondering this, a familiar humming sound came from the main room.

"It's the perfect season of spring, with flowers and butterflies vying for beauty..."

The voice carried a sense of joy and lightness.

Following the tune, Yi Feng found the old man, who looked radiant.

The plain clothes the old man usually wore had been replaced by a flowing, wide-sleeved robe, pure white like snow, with a light green gauze outer garment.

As the ancients said: "Buddha relies on golden adornments, and people rely on fine clothes."

This saying couldn't be more true. Just by changing his attire, the once scruffy old man now looked dignified and even somewhat handsome. His demeanor had also changed significantly.

The old man was standing in front of a large bronze mirror, shaving his beard.

With a deft hand, he shaped his goatee into a refined style, adding just the right amount of maturity and ruggedness without appearing unkempt.

A strand of hair fell across his brow, perfectly accentuating his natural charm.

Paired with a roguish smile and a mischievous curve at the corner of his mouth, he looked like a treasure trove of a man, weathered by time yet still full of life.

His demeanor and appearance could definitely be described as a handsome old man.

He must have been quite the dashing young man in his youth, admired by many in the surrounding villages.

Even in his previous life, if this old man had appeared in a square, he would have captivated countless middle-aged women. With just a single charming smile, he would have become the center of attention.

Any other old man who encountered him would surely see him as a formidable rival!

Even now, the old man wasn't finished grooming himself.

Admiring his reflection in the mirror, he turned around a few times, examining himself from every angle, and gave a slight, satisfied smile.

Then, as if out of nowhere, he pulled out a small wooden box, blew off the thick layer of dust, and carefully opened it as if it were a precious antique.

Inside, he took out some wood shavings and meticulously arranged them in an incense burner, lighting them.

A refreshing, delicate fragrance wafted through the air, soothing the mind and spirit.

Only then did Fu Nantian nod in satisfaction, as if he had finally noticed Yi Feng standing at the door.

"Kid, what do you think of this outfit?"

Yi Feng gave a thumbs-up, his eyes filled with even more curiosity.

"Old man, you look pretty sharp. Are you going to a banquet or something?"

Fu Nantian glanced at him with a proud look, suppressing a smile.

"Ahem, I have important matters to attend to today. You can do as you please. There are many wonderful places around the village. To the west, there's Emerald Lake, where you can fish or go boating. To the east, there's Cloud Peak Pine Forest, perfect for sightseeing and hunting."

"In short, I won't have time for you today. Go out and enjoy yourself, but don't disturb me with my important business!"

His tone was unusually serious, and Yi Feng nodded in agreement.

"Alright, got it!"

But as soon as he agreed, he was promptly escorted out of the courtyard. Before leaving, the old man enthusiastically pointed out a few more good spots and repeatedly reminded him not to return before sunset.

As Yi Feng wandered aimlessly toward the edge of the village, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

The old man had been acting mysteriously lately, and this morning he had dressed up like a groom, even wearing his best clothes. What on earth was he up to?

Driven by intense curiosity, Yi Feng smirked and immediately turned back.

When he reached the familiar courtyard, he was about to push open the tightly closed gate when he heard a woman's voice from inside!

"What is it?"

The voice was cold, as if speaking to an enemy.

"Hehe... Isn't it because the Purple Gold Roses are about to bloom? I specially invited you to come and admire them."

Fu Nantian's voice was filled with nervousness and a hint of bashfulness, sounding more like a shy young boy than an old man. It was a stark contrast to his age.

What on earth was going on...

Yi Feng was so shocked he nearly stumbled!

Completely baffled, Yi Feng decided to peek through the crack in the gate to see what was happening.

Inside the courtyard.

A beautiful woman sat at the table. She was clearly older but had aged gracefully, her face showing no signs of time's passage, only a mature charm.

Her figure, accentuated by a simple, pale yellow dress, exuded a captivating, intoxicating allure, like a fine aged wine.

The old man stood beside her, smiling awkwardly.

His demeanor and movements were stiff, making it unclear who was the host and who was the guest. He pointed to the roses in the courtyard, his eyes filled with anxiety.

"Ting'er, these are your favorite Purple Gold Roses..."

This intimate term of endearment nearly made Yi Feng spit out his drink!

So this was the big event? It turned out to be a reunion with an old flame...

Yi Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he felt stuck in an awkward position.

He knew eavesdropping was wrong, but since he was already here, he had no choice but to endure the cringe-worthy scene and silently cheer the old man on.

Under his watchful gaze.

The noblewoman glanced at the garden.

Her eyes filled with disdain, and she quickly looked away.

She covered her nose and mouth with a silk handkerchief, her delicate brows furrowing as she complained.

"The scent of these roses is too overpowering, so vulgar. I stopped liking such shallow things long ago. The Nine-Turn Blood Peony is much more elegant."

Fu Nantian was momentarily stunned, the light in his eyes dimming.

But in an instant, he forced a smile and nodded eagerly.

"Yes, yes! I agree, these roses are too vulgar. From now on, I'll only plant Nine-Turn Blood Peonies!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Nantian quickly dug up the once-cherished roses, treating them like dirt.

Despite getting covered in dust and soiling his elegant robe, he showed no sign of displeasure, a far cry from his usual stingy self.

This...

Was this the same old man who had once fiercely protected his flowers?

Yi Feng was dumbfounded, unsure how to react.

In just a few moments.

The garden was cleared, and the old man personally brought out a covered teacup from the house.

"Ting'er, this is freshly picked Cloud Peak Mist Tea."

He placed the tea on the stone table, eagerly awaiting her reaction.

The beautiful woman finally took a sip.

As she elegantly savored the tea, Fu Nantian's smile slowly spread across his face, as if he were enjoying the thousand-year-old immortal tea himself, filled with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last.

After just one sip, the woman indifferently set down the teacup.

"Is this all you invited me for? Just to drink tea?"

Her tone was cold, and her words were downright rude.

When a host invites a guest and personally serves tea, no matter the quality of the tea, the guest should at least express some gratitude. But this woman, instead of thanking him, immediately started belittling him.

It sounded as if the old man had done something wrong!

Yi Feng felt his blood pressure rising, getting emotionally invested in the situation.

But when he shifted his gaze.

Fu Nantian showed no anger, not even a hint of resentment. Instead, he smiled apologetically and quickly pulled out a brocade box from his sleeve!

"Of course not!"

"Ting'er, this is a Ten Thousand Spirit Pearl I obtained from a secret realm. Grind it into powder and apply it to your face. It has miraculous beautifying effects."

The Ten Thousand Spirit Pearl was extremely rare, formed under very specific conditions. It required a special type of immortal clam with a unique bloodline to absorb the essence of all things, and only then could it produce such a pearl, which contained countless natural essences and was highly beneficial for cultivation.

Such a precious immortal pearl would be considered a treasure even by saints.

If there had been any outsiders present, they would have been outraged to hear that such a treasure was to be ground into powder for cosmetic use, lamenting the waste.

But Fu Nantian didn't seem to care, his eyes only on the beautiful woman.

The woman, however, was even more outrageous. She glanced at the pearl indifferently, her brows furrowing even more, her expression growing colder.

"Just an eight-thousand-year Ten Thousand Spirit Pearl?"

"We haven't seen each other in so long, and this is all you have to offer? The other day, someone I barely knew casually gave me a ten-thousand-year Ten Thousand Spirit Pearl."

Her cold, disdainful tone was filled with contempt.

Yet, without hesitation, she took the brocade box and tucked it into her flowing sleeve.

Seeing that she had finally accepted the gift, Fu Nantian smiled apologetically.

"Yes, yes..."

"This time, I was a bit rushed. I haven't had many opportunities lately. Next time, I'll definitely bring you something even more precious!"

It seemed his words had some effect, as the woman finally managed a faint smile.

Their conversation flowed naturally, and the entire exchange felt routine, as if they were both accustomed to it.

Watching this.

Yi Feng was completely dumbfounded and had lost all patience.

He never expected to witness the old man being so subservient. This was clearly a case of unrequited love, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for the old man.

Just as he was silently criticizing the situation.

The beautiful woman seemed to have another trick up her sleeve, her smile vanishing in an instant.

In a flash, she wore a troubled expression, her delicate brows furrowing, her face changing as quickly as flipping a page.

"You're so thoughtful."

"I've heard that Ten Thousand Spirit Pearls, especially those over twenty thousand years old, have particularly remarkable effects..."

"Unfortunately, I wouldn't dare hope for such a treasure. Just the chance to see one would make me happy..."

As she spoke, her longing, sorrowful eyes turned toward Fu Nantian.

With just that one glance, Fu Nantian was instantly energized, pounding his chest in assurance!

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!"

"Anything Ting'er wants, she shall have!"

The beautiful woman smiled faintly, then stood up and vanished into thin air.

Though her figure had disappeared, a faint fragrance lingered in the air, leaving Fu Nantian utterly captivated, sitting there with a foolish grin.

He held the still-warm teacup in his hands, his expression filled with warmth.

Seeing the old man's infatuated, dazed expression, Yi Feng was completely speechless.

He had repeatedly felt sorry for the old man, but it turned out the old man was thoroughly enjoying himself. This wasn't just simping; this was the epitome of simping!

As a young man with strong moral principles, Yi Feng could no longer hold back.

"Bang!"

He pushed open the door and strode in, ready to confront the old man.

"Old man, didn't you say you were a powerful saint? Why are you degrading yourself like this?"

Fu Nantian was startled by Yi Feng's sudden entrance, his face filled with panic, as if some shameful secret had been exposed.

But after hearing Yi Feng's words.

The old man's gaze remained steady, and he sat as firmly as a mountain.

"Kid, you're still young. You don't understand love."

Yi Feng was stunned, sitting down with a look of utter disbelief.

"Love?"

"What kind of nonsense love is this? This is just you being a simp!"

Fu Nantian was taken aback and asked in confusion, "What's a simp? It doesn't sound like a good term."