Chapter 1012: The Simp

Yi Feng explained the situation.

Fu Nantian, instead of getting angry, was pleased. He raised his head, stroked his beard, and nodded, saying, "That's right, I am a simp."

Hearing this, Yi Feng scratched his head in confusion.

"Old man, do you think being a simp is a good thing? Don’t you realize that woman doesn’t care about your feelings at all?"

"If you keep this up, you’ll only end up hurting yourself. No matter how many treasures you give her, she might not even care."

Fu Nantian’s expression turned serious, and he lectured in a deep voice, "What do you know? Being a simp isn’t about keeping score."

"In love, you shouldn’t worry about who’s losing out or not. Can love be measured by calculations?"

Yi Feng was baffled and couldn’t help but retort, "But this isn’t even love! It’s just your one-sided obsession, okay?"

"You’ve planted so many flowers, made breakfast every day, and acted so subserviently in front of her. What have you gained from all this?"

"I’ve gained emotional fulfillment!"

At this point, Fu Nantian raised his head slightly, speaking with a hint of pride, "Once, when I was injured exploring a secret realm, she asked me why I didn’t bring her any rare treasures. I told her I was hurt, and she just told me to meditate and recover."

Yi Feng felt his worldview shatter.

This old man was seriously delusional.

Fu Nantian, however, had opened up and was now speaking with a gleam in his eyes.

"You’re still young. You don’t understand the value of true feelings."

"To tell you the truth, Ting’er was a renowned beauty thousands of years ago, with countless suitors. But as time passed, I’m the only one who’s stayed by her side."

"Because of this, many of my peers have praised me, calling me the most devoted man in Yunxing."

"Of course, such trivial fame isn’t worth mentioning…"

"In fact, besides Ting’er, I’ve also had feelings for a few other beauties in the past."

"Whatever they asked for, I never refused. Even if we eventually went our separate ways, I never held it against them."

"So, young man, do you understand now?"

Fu Nantian asked.

"Understand what?"

"You think I’m being manipulated by Ting’er, but in reality, I’m the one manipulating her."

"She’s only been ‘simping’ for me for a thousand years, but I’ve been simping for several thousand years."

"Everything is under my control."

What the…

Yi Feng felt like his Dao heart was about to collapse.

He quickly clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and fled the courtyard as if escaping.

With nothing else to do, he wandered around the village, hoping to chat with some of the elders, but the place seemed unusually quiet and deserted.

Feeling increasingly bored, Yi Feng suddenly remembered the old man’s earlier advice.

Since he had nothing better to do, why not go fishing to pass the time? Maybe he could even catch some fish to grill and change up his diet.

The more he thought about it, the more appealing it sounded.

Yi Feng took out a fishing rod and headed straight for Cui Lake in the west of the village.

Before long, he was sitting alone by the lake, fishing.

A gentle breeze blew, and the water remained calm.

Sitting by the tranquil, clear lake, Yi Feng’s mood relaxed, and he put all the chaotic thoughts out of his mind.

Faced with such a serene and beautiful scene, Yi Feng felt at ease.

Unable to resist, he recited a poem, full of carefree and open-minded spirit.

"A hundred feet of clear waves, a mirror opens,

Birds perch on the green shaded platform.

Delicacies lie hidden in the depths of Cui Lake,

Which idle soul can fish them out?"

As his mood shifted, Yi Feng’s eyes grew calm, and his original intention of fishing faded. Instead, he began to enjoy the leisurely moment.

Just as he finished speaking, a voice of admiration came from afar.

"Good poem, well said."

Turning to look, Yi Feng saw an old man wearing a bamboo hat approaching with his hands behind his back.

"Young man, you certainly have a taste for leisure."

After praising him, the old man glanced at the fishing rod and shook his head with a smile.

"But what’s the fun in fishing alone?"

Yi Feng stood up and took a closer look. The old man had already reached him.

His temples were gray, and he was dressed like a woodcutter, with a wine gourd tied to his waist, exuding a carefree aura.

Out of politeness, Yi Feng nodded and replied, "Old sir, do you also live in this village? I don’t think I’ve seen you before."

The old man took a swig of fine wine and laughed heartily.

"Hahaha."

"This old man’s surname is Wei. You can call me Woodcutter Wei. I’ve lived in this village for many years and am an old friend of Fu Nantian. But I usually spend my time cutting firewood in the mountains, so it’s no wonder you haven’t seen me."

As he spoke, he generously handed over the wine gourd.

Impressed by the old man’s open demeanor, Yi Feng felt a sense of goodwill and accepted the gourd with thanks.

"I see. Thank you for the wine, senior!"

Seeing that the old man claimed to be Fu Nantian’s friend, even without saying much more, Yi Feng had a rough idea. He figured this man must be someone of significance.

The old man called himself a sage, so his friend couldn’t be an ordinary cultivator, right?

With such fine wine in front of him, there was no reason to refuse.

As soon as the wine touched his lips, Yi Feng felt a surge of exhilaration!

"Ha… this is good wine!"

Watching Yi Feng drink so heartily, Wei Donghai’s eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of interest flashing within.

He had come here to gauge this young man’s depth and decide whether to take him as a disciple. This was an agreement among their group of friends.

They had agreed to compete in recruiting disciples, each relying on their own abilities. There was an order to things, and they had to show their skills. This was the pride of reclusive experts.

But at this first meeting, Wei Donghai was already impressed.

As the Wine Sage, the wine he carried was no ordinary brew.

The gourd contained Chiyan Brew, infused with pure Yang Dao power, its energy fierce and overwhelming!

Even his old friends had to drink it in moderation.

But this young man? He downed half the gourd in one go!

After waiting a few moments, Yi Feng showed no change in expression.