Chapter 292: Source of Information

Leng Yue was clearly uncomfortable in the bustling, crowded scene.

But what surprised her was how naturally Chen Fei handled it. His knowledge of the area wasn’t just for show—within a few sentences, he was chatting easily with locals of Tianli City.

This ability made Leng Yue reevaluate Chen Fei in a new light.

The reason Chen Fei knew so much about Tianli City was simple—he had long coveted the Sky Crystal Ore found here!

Back when he had first organized a merchant caravan, he immediately set his sights on Sky Crystals—rare and highly sought-after treasures that were crucial for both forging and alchemy. With their aid, success rates could be drastically improved.

Naturally, anything this valuable would be a goldmine for trade.

And when it came to cultivation, resources were everything.

Chen Fei understood this more than most. Although he was now a core disciple of the Sky Vault Holy Land, his chats with merchants today were more about fulfilling an old wish from his past than seeking profit.

“What do you think? This Drunken Fragrance Pavilion isn’t bad, right?” Chen Fei grinned.

Leng Yue nodded slightly, still wearing her usual indifferent expression.

But that cold demeanor only made many wealthy merchants and nobles inside the pavilion cast curious glances her way.

The Drunken Fragrance Pavilion wasn’t a place just anyone could afford—a single cover charge cost ten supreme-grade spirit stones!

If not for the hidden assets of the Chen family supporting him, even Chen Fei would’ve felt the sting.

But now? Such expenses meant nothing to him.

Noticing her own iciness, Leng Yue softened a bit and finally asked the question that had been on her mind:

“You still haven’t told me how you know so much about this place.”

Chen Fei smiled.

“That goes all the way back to my time in Yellow Mist City.”

Leng Yue stayed silent, quietly listening as Chen Fei recounted everything he had experienced there.

As she listened, her gaze toward Chen Fei visibly softened.

“Senior Sister, don’t underestimate these merchants.

Even though they’re weak in cultivation, their information networks are sharp,” Chen Fei said in a lower voice.

“Want to know what I just discovered?”

“What?” Leng Yue was fully intrigued now.

“Outside the Menghuo Dynasty, the Blood Cloud Sect is currently the most active group.

And it seems they’re planning something big. Senior Sister, doesn’t that make you think of anything?”

Leng Yue didn’t answer directly.

Instead, she countered,

“And what do you plan to do about it?”

“For the Blood Cloud Sect to abandon their own territory and operate here… it doesn’t make sense.

I think they’re after something huge—possibly related to the Blood Burial Secret Realm!” Chen Fei said seriously.

Leng Yue raised an eyebrow.

“But how would mere merchants know about something so secret?

Even within the Blood Cloud Sect, not everyone would be aware of this!”

Chen Fei grinned.

“Ah, Senior Sister, this is where you don’t understand!

Cultivators are people too—especially demonic cultivators, who are even more obsessed with luxury and pleasure.

My conclusion is based on clues and patterns I gathered from merchants.

Don’t worry—I’ll be fully prepared!

And besides…” he gave a mischievous chuckle, “I still have you, Senior Sister!”

Under the intensity of Chen Fei’s gaze, Leng Yue’s heart skipped a beat. She instinctively averted her eyes.

Taking a slow breath, she warned,

“Don’t get too confident.

Even though I’ve broken through to the Human Manifestation Realm, I’m still not invincible.

If we face a Demon Lord, at best I can stall them…

But if you’re surrounded—”

Before she could finish, Chen Fei interrupted, eyes firm.

“Then I’ll wipe them all out!”

Leng Yue stared at his serious expression—and then suddenly chuckled.

That one laugh was like a blooming flower, lighting up the whole tavern.

Many of the people already watching the pair couldn’t help themselves.

After exchanging a glance, one dignified-looking man finally stood up and began walking toward them.

Chen Fei’s eyes gleamed with amusement.

“So the drunk courage kicks in, huh? These lecherous fools finally couldn’t resist.”

“Fellow friends, a chance meeting is fate.

I am *Yang Boyuan, a prince of the Menghuo Dynasty. A pleasure to meet you both.”

Yang Boyuan offered a polite bow.

As a prince of the Menghuo Dynasty, his status was nothing to scoff at.

But today… he was clearly being ignored.

Chen Fei didn’t even glance at him, and Leng Yue had already put on a cold expression as soon as he approached—also not looking his way.

Yang Boyuan’s face turned from pale to red with anger, and the guard behind him immediately let out a cold snort:

“Isn’t it a bit rude to ignore His Highness like this?”

Before the words fully left his mouth, the guard struck out, reaching toward Chen Fei’s back with a clawed hand.

A fierce glint flashed in the guard’s eyes—anyone who dared ignore a prince must have some confidence, but so did he.

This was Yu Lai, a Qi-Gathering Realm spirit master—a top figure even within the Menghuo Dynasty!

“Let’s see who you really are, kid,” he sneered internally.

The onlookers leaned in eagerly.

“Captain Yu is making his move! That kid’s in trouble now.”

“Disrespecting a royal? He deserves it!”

But just as Yu Lai’s hand was about to reach Chen Fei, a pair of chopsticks suddenly blocked his path.

“So quick to retaliate just because things didn’t go your way?

Such royal arrogance,” Chen Fei said with a smirk, his chopsticks pinning Yu Lai’s wrist midair.

Yang Boyuan’s face twisted.

Inside the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion, a deathly silence fell.

A dignified Qi-Gathering Realm cultivator like Yu Lai had been completely restrained, and Chen Fei hadn’t even looked serious!

“Y-You…!” Yu Lai stammered, sweat beading on his forehead.

He looked at Chen Fei with a mixture of fear and disbelief.

He’d never imagined that someone could stop him with chopsticks—this defied everything he knew.

Instinctively, he tried to sense Chen Fei’s cultivation…

And immediately regretted it.

Chen Fei’s presence was like a black hole, pulling his spirit in and making his whole body tremble uncontrollably.