12: The Little Moon Wants to Play Tricks [Please Read Further]

An Miaoyi, Yan Ruyu, and the Saintess of the Jade Pool were completely speechless; the sight before them was more fantastical than any legend.

Even the knowledgeable Witch, who originated from the Chaotic Ancient Era, sent a string of ellipses, clearly stunned by Chu Feng's audacious act of "robbing" a Forbidden Zone.

"Chu Feng, Chu Feng! So many! Hahaha! We're going to be rich!!!"

After a brief moment of stupefaction, Ji Ziyue burst into cheers ten times more excited than when she was picking Holy Medicine earlier. Like a happy little butterfly, she began flitting through the mountain of treasures, touching this and looking at that, nearly fainting from happiness.

A single Saint Weapon is enough to serve as the foundational treasure of a Holy Land, a Great Saint Weapon can ensure the prosperity of a power for ages, and Quasi-Emperor Weapons... those are assets even Extreme Dao Holy Lands would covet!

Now, these items were piled up before her like junk, ready for her to take!

"Hurry up and pack, Wife." Chu Feng smiled, ruffled her hair, and joined the harvest. With a sweep of his hand, large quantities of treasures were stored in the Chat Group warehouse.

He had initially thought some stubborn Supreme Being would jump out to spar, but he didn't expect these old fellows to be so skilled at hiding, valuing their lives immensely.

But that's good; it saves trouble.

The two of them were busy for a full hour before they finished clearing out the mountain of treasures "sponsored" by multiple Forbidden Zone Supreme Beings. Looking at the dazzling and priceless haul in the warehouse, Chu Feng nodded in satisfaction.

"The Betrothal Gift is almost complete. Let's go home." He took the hand of Little Moon, who was still in an excited state, and with a flash of his figure, vanished without a trace from the Primordial Ancient Mine, a place that made the outside world pale with fear.

It wasn't until after they left that the slumbering Supreme Beings deep within the Primordial Ancient Mine began communicating again using Divine Thought. The center of their discussion was naturally the Quasi-Emperor of the Chaos Body, Chu Feng, who had suddenly appeared and completely defied convention.

Meanwhile, Chu Feng had already returned with his newly minted "Little Rich Wife" to the familiar Boudoir in the Purple Moon Pavilion, filled with a maiden's fragrance.

Ji Ziyue stood on the familiar floor, looking at everything in the room, and then recalling the dreamlike experience just now in the Primordial Ancient Mine. Everything felt so unreal.

She raised her head, looking at the handsome man beside her with a smile playing on his lips. Her gaze was incredibly complex, holding shock, admiration, shyness, and a hint of... resigned delight?

"Now," Chu Feng lowered his head, looking at the pretty Face so close to him, and asked with a mischievous smile, "Do you believe I'm a Quasi-Emperor? My... Little Moon Wife?"

Chu Feng's words, laced with teasing and confirmation, were like stones thrown into her heart lake, jolting Ji Ziyue out of her immersion in the joy of their massive haul.

She raised her small Face, meeting Chu Feng's deep eyes that held laughter and seemed capable of seeing through people. Her cheeks, already flushed with excitement, instantly took on a deeper scarlet hue.

"I... I..." She stammered, her eyes darting away, her small hands unconsciously twisting the corner of her clothes. She flashed an extremely awkward yet somewhat pleading smile. "Um... I was just joking. Don't... don't take it so seriously... We just... just met today. This... this is too fast, it's not good..."

Watching her small appearance—trying to "renege" yet too embarrassed to say it outright—Chu Feng couldn't help but burst into laughter, which echoed through the room, full of delight.

"Hahaha! Little Moon, you said it yourself: 'If you're a Quasi-Emperor, I can even be your wife!' Your voice was clear and loud, and I recorded it perfectly using the Chat Group. The evidence is irrefutable!"

Chu Feng deliberately put on a stern Face, but the laughter in his eyes couldn't be hidden. "We hooked pinkies! Whoever goes back on their word is a puppy! What, does our dignified Little Princess of the Ji Family want to be a little puppy who doesn't keep her promises?"

"Who... who wants to be a puppy!" Provoked by him, Ji Ziyue immediately retorted, sticking out her neck like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, but her Aura was clearly lacking.

Her small Face flushed crimson, and finally, like a deflated ball, she mumbled softly:

"And... and also, I didn't... didn't say no... just... not right now..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible. But then, as if she had found an excellent excuse, she suddenly put her hands on her hips, trying hard to look completely justified, though her shifty eyes and bright red earlobes betrayed her:

"Right! Not right now! I said I'd be your... wife... but I didn't say I had to... that thing... right now..."

Seeing her sophistry, which was both illogical and utterly charming, Chu Feng was delighted.

He knew this girl was sensitive about her Face, and making her fulfill the "Bet" on the first day of meeting was indeed a little too demanding.

He decided to quit while he was ahead, a knowing smile playing on his lips. Following her lead, he said, "Alright, alright. Since my Little Moon has said so, we'll put this matter on hold for now and discuss it later."

Changing the subject, he pointed to the cozy Boudoir and asked with a grin, "However, you won't deny that I said I'd live here, right? This poor, homeless person is entirely dependent on you."

Ji Ziyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she heard he was no longer pressing the "wife" issue, but her cheeks flushed again when she heard he intended to stay.

She hesitated, pointed to the cushioned Chaise Longue in the corner of the room, and then pointed to the chair in front of the Dressing Table. With a mix of shyness and final insistence, she said:

"Th-this is okay... but you can only sleep on the floor, or... sleep on that couch, or else sleep on the chair! You are not allowed... not allowed to climb into my bed!"

This was the biggest concession she could make!

Allowing a strange man to stay in her Boudoir—if word got out, the reputation of the Little Princess of the Ji Family would be completely ruined!

It was only because this Chu Feng was... well, indeed very handsome, ridiculously powerful, and treated her well (even if his methods were annoying), that she had inexplicably agreed.

If it were anyone else, she would have called her Older Brother to break their legs!

"Alright, alright, I'll listen to you. I promise not to cross the line without permission." Chu Feng nodded readily, wearing a harmless smile.

He knew clearly that as long as he successfully moved in, proximity would lead to advantage, and long-term association would lead to affection. This adorable Little Moon would eventually become his Madam Chu legitimately.

Seeing Chu Feng agree so readily, Ji Ziyue actually started to feel a little guilty.

After all, she was the one who proposed the Bet, and she was the one trying to renege. By all accounts, she was in the wrong.

But... but asking her to call someone she had only known for less than half a day "Husband" on the very first day—that was too embarrassing! A girl's reserve made it impossible for her to say the word.

Chu Feng saw her embarrassment and hint of guilt, and timely changed the subject, breaking the slightly ambiguous and awkward atmosphere:

"Alright, let's not talk about the past for now. Let's count our haul this time, and convert the unnecessary items into points, to see exactly how much our 'Betrothal Gift' is worth."

At the mention of the haul, Ji Ziyue's eyes immediately lit up again. She instantly tossed her shyness aside and nodded excitedly: "Yes, yes, yes! Let's count the treasures!"