Chapter 449: Redeeming One's Freedom

At first it was very narrow, only allowing one person to pass, but after walking a few dozen paces, it suddenly opened up into a wide expanse. — Tao Yuanming

Cheng Feng did not even have time to marvel at the literary cultivation of the ancients

before he was stunned numb by the massive explosion of the Panmian.

"Fortune Point: 5000 (Origin of the Three-Source Body)"

Cheng Feng's face was full of question marks.

He looked back and forth between Shang Yan and the Panmian.

"Three-Source Body, is it a special constitution??"

Just like my Flood Dragon Body?

Information was limited, but with the Panmian, Cheng Feng could at least obtain some level of verification.

"Therefore, this world must have other, higher-level power systems."

Cheng Feng affirmed in his heart.

Originally, the explosion during the Wang Ji incident and the Immortal Seed mentioned by the Red Lotus Sect rebels had left Cheng Feng somewhat uncertain.

But since the benefits were already in hand and the precious body was right beside him,

no matter what, he had to believe it.

Cheng Feng suddenly felt a sense of urgency.

In this world, if one's power is insufficient, one will be slaughtered like an ant.

And there is no reason for it.

As a Lianzhan Martial Artist, Cheng Feng could kill Ordinary people without any Martial Dao cultivation with a casual wave of his hand, and do so without making a sound.

As for experts of higher levels, Cheng Feng did not even need to think about it.

With murder in the heart and a butcher's knife in the hand,

a single phrase of "do it"

could mean a life is lost.

Moreover, after the Flood Dragon Body he obtained by bathing in flood dragon blood achieved yin-yang harmony with the Three-Source Body,

Cheng Feng grasped the void and tightened the muscles throughout his body.

He sensed that his physical body and the Blood Qi within him had become even more refined.

His Martial Dao path now had a much more solid foundation.

Cheng Feng could not fully grasp all the various benefits in such a short time.

Looking at Shang Yan, who was still resting with tears at the corners of her eyes,

Cheng Feng steeled his heart: This woman must be taken away!!!

The sun was high in the sky.

Cheng Feng held the beauty's white jade in his hand and smiled at Shang Yan, who was feigning sleep: "Little beauty, wake up and get out of bed."

Shang Yan's eyelashes fluttered, but there was no other movement.

Cheng Feng raised an eyebrow and teased: "Yo, your eyelashes are trembling so violently, and you're still pretending to sleep? If you don't get up, I'm going to..."

As he spoke, he tightened his grip on the soft jade in his hand.

Shang Yan finally could not help but let out a "pfft" of laughter. She slowly opened her eyes, gave Cheng Feng a coquettish glare, and chided: "Young Master Cheng loves to bully people; you won't even let me sleep a little longer."

Cheng Feng smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to gently flick Shang Yan's nose, saying: "If you keep sleeping, the sun will be scorching your backside. Besides, we have serious business to attend to."

Shang Yan sat up, gathered her somewhat messy hair, and asked with a mix of curiosity and trepidation: "Young Master Cheng, what serious business?"

A slender, fair hand traced across Cheng Feng's chest.

Cheng Feng laughed: "This is the serious business."

"Ah, no, Young Master..."

Cheng Feng ignored the beauty's playful protest.

Women are the kind of creatures who sometimes say 'no' when they mean 'yes'.

Cheng Feng leaned down.

After Cheng Feng lost several hundred million,

he held the beauty in his arms, restrained his smile, and said with a serious expression: "Miss Shang Yan, I want to redeem you."

Shang Yan was slightly stunned, then a light of mixed surprise and emotion flashed in her eyes. She gently bit her lower lip, her voice trembling slightly: "Young Master Cheng... are you telling the truth? But I fear the Huayan Pavilion will not let me go easily."

A confident smile curled the corners of Cheng Feng's mouth, his gaze filled with unquestionable firmness: "Don't worry, whatever I, Cheng Feng, decide, I will certainly accomplish. Since I have chosen you, I will not let you suffer in this place of wind and moon any longer."

Looking at the red plum blossoms on the bed, Cheng Feng did not feel he was a heartless person.

Shang Yan's eyes turned slightly red. She reached out and gently grasped Cheng Feng's hand, her voice soft yet full of deep affection: "Young Master Cheng, you are so thoughtful toward Shang Yan; Shang Yan has no way to repay you in this life.

It is just that this matter of redemption is likely fraught with difficulties. The forces behind the Huayan Pavilion are complex, and they will surely demand an exorbitant price."

Cheng Feng patted Shang Yan's hand and comforted her: "Do not worry. In business, harmony brings wealth. If they dare to make things difficult, I will certainly make them pay the price."

Shang Yan's eyes were full of trust. She leaned gently against Cheng Feng's shoulder and said: "Young Master Cheng, Shang Yan believes in you. It is just that Shang Yan does not want you to fall into danger because of me."

Cheng Feng gently hugged Shang Yan and said tenderly: "Silly girl, for you, even if there is a mountain of blades and a sea of fire ahead, I will go without hesitation. You just need to wait in peace; I am going to talk to the people at the Huayan Pavilion about the redemption now."

Having said that, Cheng Feng stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked toward the manager's room of the Huayan Pavilion.

Shang Yan sat on the edge of the bed, watching Cheng Feng's departing back, feeling both moved and worried.

Cheng Feng arrived at the manager's room and knocked gently on the door. A slightly lazy voice came from inside: "Come in."

Cheng Feng pushed the door open and saw a plump, middle-aged beauty sitting in a chair, holding a cup of tea and sipping it slowly.

This middle-aged beauty was the manager of the Huayan Pavilion, known as Shopkeeper Qian.

Shopkeeper Qian saw Cheng Feng, her chest heaving like ripples, frowned slightly, set down her teacup, and asked: "Who is the honored guest? What brings you here?"

Cheng Feng smiled slightly and said, "Shopkeeper Qian, I am Cheng Feng. I have come today to redeem Shang Yan."

A glimmer of greed flashed in the eyes of the beautiful woman surnamed Qian. She looked Cheng Feng up and down, sneered, and said, "Redeem her? Although Shang Yan is ranked second-class, the establishment spent quite a lot of money cultivating her. Wanting to redeem her is not such an easy matter."

Cheng Feng's expression did not change as he said, "Shopkeeper Qian, name your price."

Shopkeeper Qian held up five fingers and said smugly, "Five thousand taels."

Cheng Feng was indifferent and was just about to take out the money.

The beautiful woman added, "In gold."

Cheng Feng sneered inwardly; this Boss Qian was truly asking for an exorbitant price.

He said indifferently, "Boss Qian, isn't this price a bit too high?"

"It is not high, not high at all. You may not know, honored guest, that Shang Yan's status is special. I also spent a large sum of money to buy her back then."

"Shang Yan's father had a special status; he committed a crime and implicated his entire family."

"After her father died, her relatives and friends used some methods to get Shang Yan out, but her household registration documents had already been changed, and she was relegated to a lowly status."

"Through connections, she ended up here, with the understanding that they would find a way to get her out later."

"I have served her with the best food and drink, and the cultivation over these three years has not been lacking in the slightest."

"The rules for receiving guests were also left up to that girl."

"If you want to redeem her, that girl Shang Yan must surely agree."

"But once she leaves, my efforts and waiting over these years—"

"Are they not worth it?"

The beautiful woman surnamed Qian poured out her grievances, incidentally revealing Shang Yan's background.

Cheng Feng pressed, "Who is her father?"

"I don't know, and don't you ask. I only know he was a high-ranking official who committed a crime, and there were strings pulled in between."

Cheng Feng did not press further: "Understood."

Five thousand taels of gold, according to the exchange rate of one to ten, converted to Silver would be fifty thousand taels.

Seeing Cheng Feng agree without even blinking, the beautiful woman surnamed Qian's eyes lit up.

Since when did such a young talent arrive in Heimu Prefecture?