Chapter 441 A Meeting Gift

As the saying goes, “Don’t flaunt your wealth,” and Ji Wugou’s flashy behavior naturally attracted unwanted attention.

Chen Fei, of course, wasn’t going to stand idly by. Just as a few shady figures began inching toward Ji Wugou, he shifted one step sideways, and his powerful spiritual pressure swept over them like a tidal wave.

“Ahhh! What’s happening?! I didn’t even touch him!”

“Everyone saw it, right? This guy collapsed right on top of me! I didn’t even do anything—what kind of martial artist just starts seizing up like that?”

The scene instantly turned chaotic.

Ji Wugou glanced over at the commotion with surprise. From her expression, she looked like she really wanted to join in and watch the drama unfold. But before she could take a step, Chen Fei grabbed her shoulder.

“What are you doing?” she asked, annoyed.

“We’ve arrived,” Chen Fei said calmly.

“Arrived where?” Ji Wugou asked, puzzled—until she lifted her eyes and saw an unusually grand building in front of her.

This was their destination—The Goldgather Pavilion (Jujin Lou).

The name was simple and brash, oozing with the air of a nouveau riche.

The pavilion’s items were expensive, yes—but that came with its own perks. Rare treasures that were nearly impossible to find elsewhere could often be bought here.

The entire building was golden from top to bottom, its luxurious appearance clashing sharply with the more modest buildings around it.

As Chen Fei stood before the Goldgather Pavilion, taking it in, a plump figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The man wore a gold ring embedded with intricate formations—clearly a storage ring.

Normally, cultivators didn’t care much for flashy gold or silver. And for low-level cultivators, storage rings were precious enough to warrant discretion. The more inconspicuous, the better.

But this man clearly didn’t care for low-key behavior. His gold ring gleamed blindingly in the sunlight.

He beamed at Chen Fei and introduced himself, “Fellow Daoist Chen, I’ve heard much about you! I am Jin Buhuan, the manager of the Zhenbei branch of the Goldgather Pavilion. A pleasure to meet you!”

Despite his cheerful and harmless appearance, Chen Fei did not underestimate this man.

Though rotund in build, his aura was deep and steady. His temples were raised—signifying strong internal energy—and his eyes gleamed with hidden power. At first glance, he seemed harmless, but anyone who truly thought so would be terribly mistaken.

This fatty was a full-fledged Human Path cultivator, and not just any—he was at the pinnacle of the Human Path. Even at Chen Fei’s peak, they’d be about evenly matched.

That kind of strength was precisely why the Goldgather Pavilion could open branches all across the Xuanhuang Continent.

“I’ve heard your pavilion sells the rarest of treasures—as long as one has the coin, anything can be bought. Is that true?” Chen Fei asked with a smile. His tone wasn’t mocking—he had indeed heard of their reputation.

Back in Huangwu City, one of Chen Fei’s past ambitions had been to build a business empire rivaling the Goldgather Pavilion. But the world changed, and now he walked alone, the days of brotherhood and commerce long gone.

Jin Buhuan laughed. “Rumors always exaggerate, of course! We don’t claim to have every rare treasure. But we do our best to serve urgent needs and offer what others can’t find elsewhere.”

There was undisguised pride in his voice as he spoke.

Meanwhile, Ji Wugou’s eyes were glued to the glittering items inside the first floor. Seeing the two men still chatting politely, she couldn’t help herself and urged, “Let’s go inside already! The craftsmanship on those is amazing!”

Jin Buhuan beamed. “Excellent eye, miss! That section is our artisan collection—items crafted by Zhenbei’s finest craftsmen. Some are even made by the renowned Heavencraft Sect!”

Ji Wugou’s eyes lit up.

Even though the Ji clan was a reclusive, powerful lineage, it wasn’t entirely cut off from the outside world. Otherwise, how would it survive and reproduce?

Among the noble women of her family, collecting and showing off rare trinkets during festivals or social events was practically a tradition. Ordinary treasures sparked debate—but when something bore the Heavencraft Sect’s seal, everyone fell silent in envy.

Even Ji Wugou wasn’t immune to the allure.

Chen Fei had also heard of the Heavencraft Sect—famous for crafting exquisite and practical magical accessories. Their products were the “luxury goods” of the cultivation world—beautiful, functional, and absurdly expensive.

The mere mention of the sect would light up a woman’s eyes with stars… and make a man clutch his wallet in fear.

Their prices were outrageous, but the real challenge wasn’t the money—it was availability. You couldn’t just walk in and buy something. Each item was unique, with its own name, design, and story—like the one before them now.

At the center of a glass display, surrounded by a group of brightly dressed women, hung a pendant.

It was simple, elegant—yet possessed a strange, soul-stirring beauty that made it hard to look away.

Even Ji Wugou, the pampered heiress of the Ji clan, found herself unable to avert her gaze.

“This, miss, is one of our newest acquisitions from the Heavencraft Sect,” Jin Buhuan said smoothly. “It’s called ‘Nightfall.'”

“Nightfall? That’s a beautiful name…” Ji Wugou murmured, mesmerized.

Chen Fei, on the other hand, almost rolled his eyes.

What’s so great about that name? Just slap a Heavencraft label on it, and suddenly it’s worth a fortune? Still, even he had to admit—Heavencraft’s branding worked like magic. You could name it “Pig Dung,” and someone would still call it elegant.

And good luck trying to buy one. These weren’t mass-produced—they were unique, just like “Nightfall.”

Jin Buhuan, clearly prepared for this moment, made a hand signal behind his back. The pavilion staff immediately moved to action.

In no time, the crowd of women fawning over the pendant were gently cleared away, and Jin Buhuan stepped forward, plucked the pendant from its stand, and turned to Chen Fei.

“Fellow Daoist Chen, such a treasure is best suited for this young lady. Would you do the honor of putting it on her yourself?”

Chen Fei gave him a sideways glance. “Don’t start matchmaking now.”

Despite the protest, he still reached out and gently placed “Nightfall” around Ji Wugou’s neck.

To his surprise, Ji Wugou wasn’t her usual spoiled self in that moment. As she lightly touched the pendant, her eyes sparkled with warmth and sentiment, savoring the feeling—especially since it had been Chen Fei who put it on her.

Somehow, that made it feel even more special.

Chen Fei glanced at Jin Buhuan, realizing just how cunning this man was.

But the biggest question was—why go this far?

“Beauty and treasure are meant for each other. ‘Nightfall’ suits her perfectly,” Jin Buhuan said cheerfully, his plump face brimming with friendliness. “I’ll take the liberty of gifting it to her—as a token of friendship with Fellow Daoist Chen.”

Ji Wugou looked stunned. “You’re giving it to me? For free?”

“Yes,” Jin Buhuan nodded warmly.

Chen Fei raised an eyebrow and gave him a long, thoughtful look.

This guy was playing a deeper game.

Despite the generous smile and polite words, the real reason Jin Buhuan was “bleeding money” was clear—he had recognized Ji Wugou’s true identity.