Chapter 441: Envy
He didn't even say a single word!
This made the nearby Murong Family disciples burn with jealousy and envy toward Lin Feng.
Lin Feng, however, acted as if nothing had happened. He sat calmly and leisurely in his chair, quietly waiting for what Murong Yi Yun called his special Spirit Tea.
It wasn't that Lin Feng was putting on an act or was still angry.
It was just that this sort of thing was truly nothing to him.
After all, back when he was the sole successor to the Valley Master of the Immortal Doctor Valley, he had drunk more of this so-called Spirit Tea than he could count.
To put it bluntly, the mouthwash he used back then was of better quality than the tea the Murong Family revered as a treasure.
Seeing Lin Feng's demeanor, even Murong Yi Yun couldn't help but frown inwardly.
'This tea is truly the best my Murong Family can offer a guest, yet he looks completely uninterested?'
However, the thought was fleeting. As a shrewd man, he certainly wouldn't let the situation grow awkward.
He pondered for a moment, and after pouring the tea, he walked slowly to Lin Feng's side.
"Young Master Lin, although I am the Patriarch of the Murong Family, I am a complete layman when it comes to pharmacology."
"Therefore, I'm not certain what kind of Spirit Grass and miraculous medicines you require."
"I had my subordinates bring over a selection of items. If you find something is missing, Young Master Lin, you need only ask."
"Having you come all this way to treat my illness, only for you to suffer such an incident... my Murong Family has truly failed in its hospitality."
As Murong Yi Yun finished speaking, several maids entered from outside the villa, carrying trays of items that looked extraordinary at a glance.
"Please take a look, Young Master Lin. This is a five-hundred-year-old ginseng. Its age isn't exceptionally rare, but it has already taken a human-like form, so I imagine its effects are quite potent."
"We also have a three-hundred-year-old Wood Essence Fruit, a six-hundred-year-old Black Flower Root, a two-hundred-year-old Cold Silk Fruit, and these twenty Top-Grade Spirit Stones."
The moment he said this, the expressions of the many Elders present changed dramatically, their faces etched with disbelief.
The reason was simple. Putting aside the Spiritual Medicines—any single one of which could cause a tremor throughout the entire secular Ancient Martial Realm—those twenty Top-Grade Spirit Stones alone probably constituted a third of the Murong Family's entire reserve!
'Murong Yi Yun actually gave so many things to a junior?'
'Has he gone mad?'
'If these things were put on the market, even the Elders from top-tier sects would probably fight to the death for them, right?'
While everyone was lost in their own shocked thoughts, Lin Feng merely spared the items a glance before giving a calm, indifferent nod.
Seeing Lin Feng's reaction, everyone was dumbfounded.
Because the attitude Lin Feng displayed wasn't an act. It was completely natural.
He genuinely didn't think these things were worth a second look!
Murong Yi Yun, however, just smiled at Lin Feng. "Young Master Lin, you are indeed a straightforward person. Truly worthy of being called a peerless genius for having achieved such a cultivation at your young age. I'm deeply impressed."
Lin Feng said nothing. He simply reached out, picked up a Top-Grade Spirit Stone, and began to toy with it in his hand.
In an instant, the entire room fell silent once more.
With the exception of Murong Qian, the other high-ranking members of the Murong Family stared at Lin Feng, their eyes wide.
A wry smile appeared on Murong Yi Yun's face. This was a classic case of suffering a double loss.
He had intended to gift these items to Lin Feng as an apology and, at the same time, improve their relationship.
Who could have predicted this outcome? It left Murong Yi Yun deeply frustrated and, at the same time, increasingly curious about Lin Feng's true identity.
For any ordinary Martial Artist, these items would be considered absolutely priceless.
Yet Lin Feng acted as if they were completely beneath his notice.
This scene couldn't help but pique the intense interest of the Murong Family's senior members.
Just as Murong Yi Yun was trying to figure out how to resume the conversation, he heard Lin Feng suddenly ask a question.
"Your Murong Family should have a Pill Furnace in its treasury, correct?"
Lin Feng's sudden mention of a Pill Furnace made Murong Yi Yun's expression falter.
Pill Furnaces are one of the essential tools for Artifact Refiners.
But such items are typically in the hands of major sects or great families. It's impossible for an ordinary person to own one.
However, since Lin Feng was the one asking, he didn't dare conceal anything. After all, his current goal was to get on good terms with him. After a brief hesitation, he replied.
"We do have a Tier Four Pill Furnace in our collection."
Hearing Murong Yi Yun's words, a flicker of movement appeared in Lin Feng's eyes. He then stood up and walked straight out of the room.
"I'm going to take a look."
Lin Feng left the room after tossing out that single sentence. Murong Yi Yun, after a moment of shock, hurriedly followed, leaving everyone else in the room standing frozen in place.
"The Patriarch gave him so many spiritual herbs, and now the kid wants the Pill Furnace too. Don't tell me he's a Pharmacist who knows Alchemy?!"
"*Hiss*... Seriously? He can't be more than twenty-five, right?"
"I doubt it. I've seen Pharmacists like that before while traveling in the Ancient Martial Realm. They were incredibly arrogant, sure, but they all had their own Pill Furnaces. How could this kid..."
"Enough, enough, let's stop guessing. We'll know if we just follow them and see for ourselves, won't we?"
The group chattered excitedly as they hurried to follow Lin Feng.
"This way, Young Master Lin. All of the items my Murong Family has collected are stored in there."
Murong Yi Yun led Lin Feng deeper into the Murong Family estate. Soon, they arrived at a side hall.
The side hall was quite spacious. Its architectural style was different from that of an ordinary residence; it more closely resembled a palace hall.
However, it wasn't built with hard metals, but rather from the bark of certain trees.
It looked simple and unadorned, with no aesthetic beauty to speak of, yet it gave off an indestructible aura.
"Patriarch Murong, you really trust me."
"To show me the location of your family's treasury just like that... Aren't you afraid greed will blind me and I'll sneak back in the dead of night to steal everything?"
Seeing Murong Yi Yun's gesture, Lin Feng broke into an amused smile.
Murong Yi Yun laughed. "I have faith in your character, Young Master Lin."
"Besides, if you truly had such intentions, Young Master Lin, you could just take what you want. The Murong Family would absolutely not pursue the matter!"
Hearing the complete sincerity in Murong Yi Yun's tone, Lin Feng was momentarily taken aback before breaking into a small smile.
"Oh? I'm impressed. You have a good eye, Patriarch Murong."
"For that statement alone, I promise you this: within five years, I will ensure the Murong Family rises by at least one entire tier."
"Of course, this promise is only valid as long as you or your daughter, Murong Qian, is the Patriarch of the Murong Family."
His tone was nonchalant yet carried a domineering air, though it wasn't overtly aggressive.
Lin Feng's words sent a violent tremor through Murong Yi Yun's entire body.
His pupils instantly constricted.
A tempest of shock raged in his heart!
Within five years!