Chapter 910: Preparations Before The Inheritance

Returning to the courtyard.

Feng Qianyue casually informed Yi Feng of the outcome of the matter, without delving into the details or seeking credit.

It was evident.

Although the incident at Yunhu had dealt her a heavy blow, nearly shattering her Dao heart, it had also significantly elevated her state of mind.

"Sir, the inheritance will take place in seven days. How are your preparations coming along?" Feng Qianyue asked Yi Feng, addressing him as per his request.

"What preparations? What do I need to prepare for?" Yi Feng asked, puzzled.

"Preparations for accepting the inheritance, of course. Don't tell me you haven't made any preparations?" Feng Qianyue widened her eyes in surprise.

Although she knew Yi Feng was incredibly powerful, the Death Inheritance was not something to be taken lightly. Throughout history, there had been no shortage of super experts who had coveted it, but without exception, they had all failed. Thus, even for Yi Feng, she didn't hold out much hope for success.

Hearing that Yi Feng had made no preparations at all, she suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

"Oh, now that you mention it, I do recall there are some preparations I need to make," Yi Feng said, scratching his head. "Thanks for reminding me. I almost forgot."

Feng Qianyue pursed her lips.

You almost forgot?

How could you almost forget something so important?

This is way too careless.

She felt even more uneasy.

Had her decision at Fengyue Tower been too impulsive?

Of course, she didn't dare voice these thoughts aloud.

Fortunately.

There were still seven days left.

If they hurried, there might still be time.

"Are you busy?" Yi Feng asked.

"Qianyue is free," Feng Qianyue replied.

"Good, then come with me to make some preparations," Yi Feng said, standing up.

"Me? Come with you?"

Feng Qianyue was incredulous.

"Of course, didn't you say you're free?" Yi Feng said.

"No, I mean, am I really allowed to?"

Feng Qianyue still couldn't believe it.

"Why wouldn't you be? Didn't I just say you're coming with me?"

Yi Feng rolled his eyes.

He couldn't help but feel this woman was a bit odd.

Having received Yi Feng's confirmation, Feng Qianyue took a deep breath, overwhelmed with excitement.

She never expected her relationship with Yi Feng to progress so quickly, that he would trust her so much.

All her efforts had truly paid off.

She quickly stood up and followed behind Yi Feng, her heart filled with nervous anticipation.

By accompanying him, she might get a glimpse of some of his hidden cards and methods!

After all, when facing such a dangerous inheritance, anyone would reveal some of their trump cards, right?

She dismissed her maid, and the two of them walked out of the courtyard and onto the street.

Yi Feng walked ahead with his hands behind his back, while she followed behind.

Though she didn't understand why they were on the street, she didn't dare ask.

Suddenly.

Yi Feng entered a food store.

She followed him inside.

"Boss, how much for this beef jerky?"

Yi Feng picked up a piece of beef jerky and asked.

"Three immortal crystals per pound."

"Two immortal crystals."

Yi Feng held up two fingers.

"Sir, I can't sell it for that."

"Why not? Let me break down the costs for you... In short, your profit margin is already quite high."

"Sir, I really can't sell it for two immortal crystals. How about this: five immortal crystals for two pounds."

"Boss, you're not good at business. Even if I buy at this price, I won't come back. If you sell it to me at my price, you'll have a loyal customer..."

Beside them.

Feng Qianyue watched the haggling duo, her forehead covered in black lines.

She wanted to remind Yi Feng to hurry up and prepare for the Death Inheritance, but she was afraid of annoying him by speaking too much.

Finally.

After nearly half an hour of bargaining, Yi Feng managed to buy a large quantity of beef jerky for one and a half immortal crystals per pound.

The shopkeeper shed tears of hardship, having never encountered such a tough bargainer.

To make matters worse, the guy even took a roast duck on his way out, claiming he wanted to taste it and would buy in bulk next time if it was good.

Finally leaving the food store, Feng Qianyue let out a sigh of relief.

Now, surely, Sir would start preparing properly?

Thinking this, her anticipation grew...

"Sir, what's next?"

Feng Qianyue tentatively asked.

"Hmm, I need to prepare a set of clothes," Yi Feng said, stroking his chin.

Remembering the clothes torn by the demonic beasts, he realized he didn't have many outfits left.

Feng Qianyue's eyes lit up.

Clothes?

So, Sir was finally getting serious.

The clothes he mentioned must be defensive treasures.

And such treasures, capable of transforming into clothing, were undoubtedly high-level items!

Indeed, the tip of the iceberg was about to be revealed.

As she was lost in her wild imagination, she saw Yi Feng standing at a street corner, haggling with a seamstress, his words flowing like a river...

Feng Qianyue's mouth twitched, her eyelids fluttering.

She nearly spat out a mouthful of blood...