Chapter 440 Cant Leave Anymore

Just one bite—and Ji Wugou couldn’t hold back anymore.

“How is this so delicious? What did you add?” she exclaimed, face full of amazement and curiosity toward Chen Fei.

Chen Fei chuckled and shook his head. “Just a few tricks to bring out the flavor. Nothing worth boasting about.”

“Hmph! You don’t want to say it, then don’t!” Ji Wugou pouted indignantly.

The heavens, too, seemed to be in a playful mood. Just as they began eating the hotpot, snowflakes started to fall from the sky, getting heavier by the minute. Chen Fei smiled and lifted his head, gazing upward.

The formation lanterns glowed faintly, adding a magical charm to the snowy scene.

Ji Wugou, entranced, lifted her head as well. “It’s so beautiful…”

“Then stare at it longer,” Chen Fei replied, completely ruining the moment as he got up to return to his room.

Just as he reached the doorway, he paused and reminded her, “Wear something warmer tonight. It’ll be cold.”

The moment he vanished into his room, a thud echoed from behind as the door was clearly hit by something heavy.

After last night’s debacle, Chen Fei was determined to stay alert and investigate why Ji Wugou kept ending up in his bed.

But strangely enough, the moment his head touched the pillow, he blacked out completely.

The next morning, the same old scene replayed.

Only this time, Chen Fei woke up first—speechless—as he found Ji Wugou once again fast asleep next to him, pouting and curled up like an aggrieved kitten.

“Hey!” Chen Fei called out, waking her directly.

Still groggy, Ji Wugou muttered impatiently, “What now…”

Then she suddenly realized the situation.

Though she was properly dressed this time, she shot to the edge of the bed and stared at Chen Fei in horror. “Crap! Am I never going to be able to leave you now?!”

Chen Fei felt a headache coming on.

He was just as troubled—this Heaven Silkworm Gu wasn’t something he could control. Worse, it seemed like its influence on him was growing stronger. How else could he fall asleep the moment he touched the pillow?

Something wasn’t right.

Sighing, he shook his head. “We don’t know exactly what’s going on yet. Give me a few days, I’ll try to figure something out.”

Ji Wugou hugged her knees and sat curled at the edge of the bed, clearly deep in thought.

After a pause, Chen Fei asked tentatively, “I’m planning to take a stroll through Zhenbei City. Want to come?”

“Yes!” Ji Wugou instantly agreed.

She didn’t know why she kept waking up in his bed, but after so many nights, her skin had clearly thickened. So what if they shared a bed? It wasn’t the first time!

If it comes to it, I’ll just take responsibility for him! she consoled herself. The Ji clan can definitely afford to raise one more cultivator.

Besides, it was rare to escape from her clan, and Ji Wugou was extremely curious about the outside world—she wasn’t going to miss this opportunity.

After a quick wash, the two set off.

Their appearance immediately sent a ripple through the city. All the major factions had been watching closely.

Right now, Chen Fei’s identity and strength were the hottest topic in Zhenbei City, even overshadowing the annual Muhan Festival, which had been disrupted by the blizzards.

The moment he stepped outside, Chen Fei could feel countless spiritual senses probing toward him.

He snorted coldly, and instantly, those hidden cultivators paled and withdrew their energy—none of them dared try again.

Chen Fei’s residence was quite close to the bustling commercial district, and as they walked over, Ji Wugou was stunned by what she saw.

It was lively—unbelievably lively.

Although Zhenbei was a bitterly cold place, that didn’t mean it lacked population. On the contrary, the region was rich in spiritual herbs, making it a prime cultivation ground for rogue cultivators.

Yes, the risk of dying was high. But the rewards—if you got lucky—could be life-changing.

Because of that dream, countless rogue cultivators had flocked to Zhenbei, and the flourishing herb trade made for an incredibly vibrant market scene.

Chen Fei hadn’t studied alchemy long, but he knew that to upgrade the Void Heaven Cauldron, he’d need to refine rare pills himself. Relying on trade was inefficient—rare pills were hard to find, and those available were often absurdly overpriced.

Better to do it himself. That way, the pill quality would be higher, and the cauldron would absorb them more efficiently.

The cauldron was annoyingly picky, after all.

Meanwhile, Ji Wugou had completely dropped the image of a noble clan heiress. Like an innocent village girl seeing the world for the first time, she stopped to gawk at everything novel.

At that moment, she was frozen in front of a sugar figurine stand.

The vendor was an elderly man with only eight fingers, but he moved with impressive speed. With a few expert flicks of his hand, he crafted a lifelike sugar sculpture and set it aside before beginning the next.

Chen Fei noticed Ji Wugou’s greedy little gaze and, not one to be stingy, casually tossed her a coin pouch. “Here. Yours.”

Her eyes sparkled.

Back in the Ji clan, she had no concept of money. She now understood that spiritual stones were used for transactions, but she didn’t have a single one to her name—she could only drool helplessly at the goods.

Chen Fei’s generosity was a godsend.

“When I return to my clan, I’ll pay you back a hundredfold!” she declared proudly.

Chen Fei only shook his head, not bothering to argue.

Ji Wugou didn’t understand the value of spiritual stones, only that they were needed for transactions.

“I want this one!” she said, pointing eagerly at one of the sugar figurines.

The old man smiled and handed it to her, and Ji Wugou immediately tossed him ten spiritual stones.

The old vendor nearly fainted.

“Miss, this… this little sugar figurine isn’t worth a single spiritual stone! If you’ve got silver coins, just use those!” he said, hands trembling as he held the pouch like a hot coal.

Ji Wugou waved him off casually. “Forget it. I don’t have any silver. Just consider the extra a tip.”

If the noble Ji clan heiress liked something, it didn’t matter if it was cheap—it became valuable.

Chen Fei wasn’t surprised. Ji Wugou was always like this. But her careless spending instantly lit up the eyes of every nearby merchant.

A big fish!

“Miss! Try this candied hawthorn! Sweet and sour, simply divine!”

“Fried fish balls! Crispy on the outside, tender on the inside! You’ll want to eat your fingers afterward!”

A swarm of vendors immediately shouted, trying to get Ji Wugou’s attention. If she casually threw them even one spiritual stone, it would be more than they could earn in a year!

Chen Fei didn’t bother reminding her of the value of spirit stones.

The girl wasn’t stupid—just didn’t care.

And rightly so. If the Ji clan cared about spiritual stones, they’d be no different from commoners.

Since they were out to enjoy themselves, Chen Fei wasn’t about to spoil the fun. Ji Wugou, meanwhile, was clearly basking in the attention and luxury.

But… some people just didn’t know their place.

And those people were about to get taught a painful lesson.