From now on, we’ll change ‘good merit’ to ‘good karma’
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There were a total of forty-eight students in their class, and at least half of them thought that Feng Yang probably wouldn’t return to the classroom tonight, and even if he did come back, they were sure that he would be in bad shape.
However, Feng Yang not only returned unscathed, but also looked more arrogant than when he left.
What is going on? This is unbelievable!
When Lin Jingyun saw Qi Ze’s broken chair and asked him what had happened, a few of the students were nervous and worried that he would spill the beans on Feng Yang’s prior actions.
Surprisingly, Qi Ze didn’t dare to accuse Feng Yang of breaking his chair. In fact, Qi Ze said nothing, and neither did the rest of the class; they didn’t dare to open their mouths.
Feng Yang’s deskmate stared at him in disbelief, as though she was looking at an alien.
She was a chubby little girl called He Tingting. Her face was round, and her skin tone was a bit darker than his.
Her academic performance was also average. However, her character was very good, which was why Lin Jingyun had placed the two of them together as deskmates. Both of them were good-tempered and got along well with each other.
There was a Chinese language assignment on her desk that was half- answered and half-empty. Usually, He Tingting would ask Feng Yang for help if she had any problems with her studies or homework, but today, she felt a little afraid of him.
She sneaked glances at Feng Yang from time to time, and when she couldn’t hold back any longer, she whispered, “Feng Yang, will you be alright?”
Feng Yang turned to her and asked, “Why?”
“You provoked the two people behind us. If they want to make trouble for you later, wouldn’t it get very difficult for you?”
Feng Yang swiveled in his seat and looked at Qi Ze and Zhang Qingjie. “Oh, the two of them? It’s fine. That was before, it won’t happen again in the future.”
He Tingting nodded and thought in her heart: Yes, would a person who is not afraid of death be afraid of a school bully?
Speaking of bullies, Qi Ze and Zhang Qingjie weren’t really considered big-time school bullies either. The real school bully in their school was an upperclassman called Ji Yuchen. He was not like Qi Ze, who was like a chicken blind to everything outside of its nest. Ji Yuchen was a true male god!
When thoughts of this male god entered her mind, He Tingting threw a quick glance at Feng Yang. She felt that Feng Yang was also very handsome, but his facial features were too delicate. She thought that as a boy, he had a less masculine appearance and looked more like a ‘silky beauty’.
Also, he was paler than most of the other female students in their class, and that was not her favorite type of look on a man.
This kind of hostility and that, too, from a dark-skinned girl… hmph!
Feng Yang suddenly felt that his deskmate was gazing at him with a very weird expression on her face, so he stopped talking to her and turned his head away. He grabbed the assignment sheet that was lying on his desk from this afternoon, which he hadn’t yet filled out, and carefully reviewed the material, to see if he could understand it.
After all, he had taken over Little Feng Yang’s body and his memories, so he should be able to recall the things Little Feng Yang had learnt.
In fact, he would rather avoid school and studying, and focus his energy on other pursuits. But on the way back from the hospital, he had thought about a lot of things.
For example, how could he absorb spiritual Qi in the mortal world?
And what could he do to earn a living?
How could he collect good karma?
Finally, he came to the conclusion that he had to remain as a student for the time being. There were several reasons for his decision:
Firstly, it seemed like the fastest way to generate good karma was to help people, and the people he was most familiar with were his classmates. If he could find fellow students who needed help and give that to them, his actions shouldn’t appear too strange.
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Feng Yuyan had destroyed his spiritual roots, and the remaining spiritual Qi inside his body didn’t belong to him, but came from the Xianjue grass.
Its consciousness had helped him absorb the spiritual Qi that was around him. It had absorbed one-third of Xuanbing prison’s Qi and that should have been more than enough to sustain him.
However, he had spent a lot of spiritual energy in order to escape from the prison and lock his father and half-brother inside, and now, very little remained. But it was worth it, because if he hadn’t locked them up, he wouldn’t be able to live a good life.
Right now, although he was a lot stronger than humans, he couldn’t be compared with immortals.
The biggest question was, how long would the remaining spiritual Qi inside the Xianjue grass last for, and how fast would it absorb spiritual Qi in this world? Would there be unexpected mishaps? There were no guarantees.
In the case that the Xianjue grass could no longer collect spiritual Qi for him, then he really might have to spend his lifetime in the mortal world. This would be the worst possible outcome.
“Feng Yang, are you going home after this?” He Tingting casually asked at the end of class; she had just finished packing up her bag.
“En,” Feng Yang grunted, and then got up from his chair. He also packed up his things, flung his school bag onto his shoulders, and exited the classroom.
“Huff~~” Behind him, Qi Ze and Zhang Qingjie exhaled almost at the same time.
Their encounter with Feng Yang had scared them to death. They had been worried that, after school ended, Feng Yang would ask them to repair his bicycle again. If that had really happened, they would have gone crazy with fear!
Fortunately, it seemed like he had let them go.
In the past, Qi Ze and Zhang Qingjie never bothered to pack up their school bags. When the final bell rang, signalling the end of school, they just left their things behind and walked away. Now, they tidied up their desks and left with their backpacks, just like the other students. Some of the students who saw this felt very curious. What did Feng Yang do to them to turn them this timid?
Feng Yang walked out of the school building, but didn’t immediately leave the school grounds.
His bike was completely demolished, so it was inconvenient to bring it along with him. Thus, he intended to go to the supermarket first, to borrow a box that he could use to put the broken parts in.
As a boarding school, there were many amenities available on the school campus, including a supermarket. Once there, Feng Yang looked for the supermarket aunt. The aunt was a good person, and when she gave him the box, she told him that there was no need for him to return it if he still needed to use it.
Thanks to Little Feng Yang’s memories, he knew that she also sold this kind of box to make money, so he didn’t want to take advantage of her kindness. He assured her that once he finished using the box, he would return it to her.
After thanking her, he went to the bike shed and collected all the bicycle parts, putting them one by one into the box. Then, with the box in hand, he headed to the school gate.
Fifteen seconds later, Qi Ze and Zhang Qingjie also came out. These two didn’t live in the dormitory, because of the ‘poor’ on-site living conditions, and had been commuting to and fro every day. They walked close to each other, moving with the flow of students exiting the gates.
Qi Ze leaned close to Zhang Qingjie and whispered, “Damn, I think I’ll take the day off tomorrow.”
“I want to take leave too, what will you say to get permission?”
“Let’s just say that we got a cold. Or a high fever!”
Feng Yang heard their conversation from far away and smirked. He called out to them just as they left the school gates. “Qi Ze, Zhang Qingjie! You two, come here.”
Qi Ze and Zhang Qingjie, who had just managed to calm their nerves from their encounter with Feng Yang, suddenly froze on the spot and turned their heads stiffly. “Wha-what is it?”
Feng Yang pointed at the box under his arm and smiled. “Come, help me take this thing to my house.”
We don’t want to go at all!
But with so many people around, they had no choice but to face Feng Yang with courage!
Qi Ze said, “Your home is quite far away. Should I grab a taxi to take us there?”
Feng Yang replied, “Okay.”
Zhang Qingjie suddenly said, “I’ll pay for the taxi! Let me pay for it!”
Qi Ze said, “No, let me do it!”
Feng Yang interrupted, “Stop arguing, both of you can pay.”
Qi Ze and Zhang Qingjie then quickly crossed the road and walked over to the pavement on the opposite side, where a taxi was waiting.
Feng Yang shouted, “You want me to carry the box by myself?”
Qi Ze and Zhang Qingjie: “No, no, no! We’ll carry it!”
The two ran back to Feng Yang, picked up the box, and crossed over again.
Feng Yang put his hands in his pockets and followed after them leisurely. He took the front passenger seat, and told the driver where he wanted to go.
He wanted to be kind to others and accumulate more good karma, but he didn’t have the patience to be generous to people who were rotten from the roots.
How many times had these two boys cornered and bullied Little Feng Yang on the road, causing him to be afraid of going to and leaving from the school?
If it weren’t for his dear grandmother at home, Little Feng Yang would likely have stayed in the dorm on the school grounds and not have gone anywhere.
In order to save up some money and give his grandmother a good life as early as he could, Little Feng Yang had been rising early and going to bed late every day.
If it wasn’t for Qi Ze, that jerk, Little Feng Yang would have been admitted to a good university, which would have opened a different and better path in his life than the one he had had.
Feng Yang didn’t think there was anything wrong with bullying these two weak men. He propped his elbow against the window frame and rested his head on his fist, then he closed his eyes, and frowned…
Grandma! He has motion sickness!
The car ride didn’t feel as enjoyable as he thought it would. It would be better to ride a bicycle. This car was even worse than flying in the air or teleporting. He couldn’t sit comfortably!
Hua Cheng, hidden inside Feng Yang’s shirt sleeve, was about to vomit and faint. Originally, he felt that it was boring to wait inside the sleeve, but when he thought of going out and being noticed, he let the idea go.
Both of them thought: Let’s hold on just a little longer!
The master and servant were both suffering from motion sickness, and only returned to their senses when the driver said that they were nearing their destination.
Oh, we’re about to arrive at the ‘new home.’
The taxi fee was nearly thirty yuan, however, the distance from his school to his house wasn’t that long—Little Feng Yang had been able to ride his bicycle to and fro every day.
After Feng Yang got off the taxi, Qi Ze and Zhang Qingjie took the box out of the trunk and gave it to him. He then let them go.
He didn’t want the two boys to enter the place where Grandmother Feng and Little Feng Yang had lived.
When Hua Cheng heard the taxi leave, he shot out of Feng Yang’s sleeve and flew to his shoulder. He whispered, “Prince, what should we do next?”
Yeah, what should I do?
Feng Yang also got a headache once he saw the dilapidated house. Grandmother Feng never had much money, plus, on account of needing a place to store the scraps she collected every day, she had rented a small courtyard.
This kind of small courtyard was very rare in Panyun City, and it would be fair to say that both the house and the yard weren’t far from being demolished, so the landlord had had no intention of renovating them.
He didn’t know how Grandmother Feng had found this place, but no one lived in the houses on either side of the courtyard. No one would hear them talking loudly in the daytime, let alone this late at night.
Feng Yang felt that all the buildings on the school property were inferior to Fengtai Mountain’s grand architecture and natural environment, not to mention this small dilapidated courtyard.
He felt wronged.
Feng Yang dumped the ‘bicycle skeleton parts’ from the box to the ground, opened his right hand, and slowly waved it over them. As if coming to life, the bicycle skeleton began to restore itself to its original state, looking exactly the same as when Little Feng Yang had first ridden on it.
“Prince, what will you do with it?” Hua Cheng asked again, “Repairing it has consumed so much of your spiritual power. Do you want to ride it to school?”
“No,” Feng Yang replied, and with a flick of his finger, a ray of flame shot out of his fingertip.
Boom!
Flames immediately engulfed the just-repaired bicycle, instantly burning it to ashes.
Feng Yang quickly wrote something in the void above the inferno with his finger. Obviously, he didn’t have anything in his hand, but the sigil he drew in the void was filled with fire.
This rune burned for about three seconds before a sudden wind gathered up the ashes on the ground, lifted them up high, until all of it had scattered in the wind.
“This bike is Little Feng Yang’s most treasured possession in his lifetime. He is in the Underworld now, and it will take him about three years to reincarnate. I sent it to him so that he can continue to ride it.”
After he finished the ‘bicycle offering,’ he entered the dilapidated house with Hua Cheng.
A moment later…
“Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!”
Hua Cheng yelled and flew around excitedly in a circle. “Prince! There are so many babies–I mean crickets in the room! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I am going to be celebrating the Chinese New Year early!”
“Shut up!” Feng Yang’s head hurt.
“You are a parrot. What are you doing eating crickets? Tell me what you should be eating!”
“Ah? Haven’t I told you before? My dad is a parrot, but my mother is a thrush! Although I look like my father, my diet is the same as my mother’s.”
“Is it?” Feng Yang looked at the motionless cricket that had been caught by Hua Cheng. “Is it delicious?“
“Delicious! Prince, please roast it with your fire.” Hua Cheng fluttered his wings and jumped back and forth. Seeing that Feng Yang had roasted the cricket for him, he ate it with great gusto.
“Would you like to have a taste?”
“I don’t eat crickets.” Feng Yang looked at the roasted cricket with disgust. “Tomorrow is Saturday. After the two classes we have in the afternoon, we will go out for a walk.”
“Oh, oh, okay…” Hua Cheng ate the cricket with relish. “What do you want to do, Prince?”
“Well, your family’s Crown Prince has decided to lower himself to the same level as mortals, and help them by reading their fortunes.“
“But, Dao Tianji is a vital thing, and mortals should experience what’s fated for them naturally and on their own; knowledge of it should only come to them by chance, or they’ll have to face Heaven’s wrath. I’m afraid you can’t do that, Prince.”
“Does it matter if it isn’t by chance?” Feng Yang added, “It doesn’t take much spiritual power to look into their hearts and drive away their evil intentions. We also have the opportunity to persuade people to be good, generate some good karma, and earn some money along the way. Don’t forget that I’m buried in poverty now. “
“Ah, that does seem like it’ll work, so then I should be your assistant.” Hua Cheng only ate the softest part of the cricket and threw away the rest of the bad parts. “But where do you want to do the fortune telling? This place is so shabby, and the people who need it definitely won’t come here.”
“Didn’t I just say that we’ll be going out tomorrow? When we do, pay close attention and find out which streets have a lot of cicada eggs buried, we’ll open our psychological clinic there.”
Hua Cheng: “…”
If you want to say something, just say it! Those who don’t know what you’re talking about will think you’re going to cure cicadas!
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The author has something to say:
Regarding how to obtain spiritual Qi, and how much is needed to ascend to the immortal world, these will also be explained in the later chapters. I won’t spoil it in advance ~~
A new name that’s male… is it the ml or a villainous local tyrant???
Thanks for the chapter~ ( ^ ♡ ^ )/
Aye~~
Hubby is a dragon, ehehe~~
I thought he would really bully them both, but I guess it’s a waste of time, huh?
Thank you for the update ❤️
Looking forward to how he’ll survive and manage to gather his Qi again.
You’re welcome~~
Ah, gathering his Qi will be easy if hubby was there 😆
Hopefully those boys can somehow learn a proper lesson in all that.
Thanks for the great translation ♥️
Thanks for the chapter! 😘
Though Feng Yang is insufferably arrogant, he’s not without intelligence and compassion (sorta… kinda…). Let’s see how the story will progress.
Thanks a lot for the chapter! 🌸
Ahhh finally read this!! So interesting and quite funny. Thanks for sharing this story ❤
Hello, thank you very much for the actual update, and for sharing this very interesting story. 👍❤️❤️
I would like to ask if I can get your permission to use your English translation to re-translate this story into Spanish in my Wattpad account?
I will give you the corresponding credits, I hope you can answer, and sorry for the inconvenience.
this pair master and servant is quite cute lol