103: Chapter 103 After I left, I mostly planted radishes in the field.

"Open."

Qin Feng, while holding Yang Liu's boneless, soft body as he walked towards the secret chamber behind the main hall, issued a command to the System in his mind without hesitation.

[Ding! System Gift Pack opened successfully!]

[Congratulations to the Host for obtaining a top-grade Medicinal Pill—one Qi Refining Pill!]

[Item Description: This is a Divine Pill for breaking through barriers, refined from concentrated Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi and the essence of century-old Spirit Medicine, specifically for Cultivators at the Early Stage of the Qi Refinement Stage to Breakthrough their Realm. After consumption, it can broaden Meridians and purify true essence without any side effects, offering an extremely high probability of breaking through the Realm!]

As the cold and crisp mechanical prompt in his mind faded, Qin Feng felt a slight warmth in his palm.

A Medicinal Pill the size of a dragon's eye, with a warm jade color throughout and mysterious pill patterns flowing on its surface, appeared silently in his hand.

An intensely rich, exotic fragrance—so potent that taking a single breath made one feel refreshed and caused the true essence within the body to stir—instantly permeated the air.

"Good stuff. With this Qi Refining Pill, plus the residual medicinal power of the pure yang golden body pill that I haven't fully digested yet, breaking through to the Second Level of Qi Refining is a sure thing!"

A flash of fervent ecstasy crossed Qin Feng's deep black eyes.

He flipped his hand and quickly stored the incredibly precious Qi Refining Pill into the System space.

By now, he had already carried Yang Liu and kicked open the thick stone door of the backyard secret chamber.

"Bang!"

The stone door slammed shut behind him, cutting off all the noise from the outside world. Inside the entire secret chamber, only a few night-luminescent pearls embedded in the walls remained, emitting a dim and ambiguous glow.

"Husband..."

Yang Liu, like an octopus, clung tightly to his broad and sturdy body.

Her breathtakingly beautiful face was now covered in a morbid flush, and her peach-blossom eyes were filled with swirling moisture and an unbreakable tenderness.

After her submission value reached one hundred percent, this female steward, who had once been high and mighty and even vainly attempted to trample Qin Feng underfoot and treat him like a dog, had now completely abandoned all dignity and reserve.

She only wished she could melt her entire being into the bones and blood of the god-like, powerful man before her.

"Earlier outside, weren't you calling me 'Little Qin' quite happily?"

Qin Feng's lips curled into a wicked, wild laugh.

"Woo… Husband, don't make fun of me. Liu'er knows she was wrong, and I will never dare to do it again…"

Yang Liu proactively raised her snow-white jade-like neck, and her warm, red lips met his impatiently.

Full of tenderness and sycophancy…

...

A few hours later.

Qin Feng comfortably draped a thin, black robe over himself, casually leaning against the edge of the bed.

He held a cup of Spirit Tea that had just been warmed with true essence, slowly blowing away the white steam at the rim of the cup, and took a leisurely sip.

Beside him, Yang Liu lay in the brocade quilt like a lazy kitten.

She gazed infatuatedly at the man drinking tea with her still misty peach-blossom eyes, as if she could never get enough of looking at him.

"Stop looking. You'll have plenty of time to look later."

Qin Feng put down the teacup and reached out to gently flick Yang Liu's smooth nose bridge, breaking the brief tranquility.

He looked toward the stone door of the secret chamber with deep eyes, his tone calm but carrying a trace of unquestionable majesty as he asked,

"Tell me, how much do you actually know about the Servant Grand Competition?"

Hearing Qin Feng ask about serious matters, the haziness in Yang Liu's eyes instantly dissipated, replaced by a trace of shrewdness and solemnity that belonged to a steward.

She forced her sore body to sit up.

"Why is Husband suddenly so concerned about the Grand Competition?"

Yang Liu sighed and smiled self-deprecatingly while using her slender, white fingers to straighten Qin Feng's slightly disheveled lapels.

She replied: "Actually, the process of every Menial Laborer assessment is relatively simple, one might even say… it's ridiculously brutal."

"Oh? How simple is it?" Qin Feng raised an eyebrow and asked with interest.

"Very simple. There are no complicated tests of Comprehension Ability, nor are there any assessments of Heart-Nature."

A flash of sorrow crossed Yang Liu's eyes, and her voice lowered slightly.

"Because the high-level members of the Sect are very clear that for people like us, who were assigned to the Servant District from the beginning and deal with soil and hard labor all day, our talent for cultivation is simply a joke in the eyes of those Outer Sect Prodigy!"

"For the vast majority of people here, being able to touch the threshold of the Qi Refinement Stage in their lifetime would already be a miracle."

She paused, looked up, stared directly into Qin Feng's eyes, and said word by word,

"Therefore, the purpose of the Outer Sect holding the Menial Laborer assessment has always been only one—that is, to choose those with powerful combat strength! As long as you can fight, can kill, and can survive, you are qualified to enter the Outer Sect!"

"To put it bluntly…"

Yang Liu bit her red lip and uttered a sentence that was extremely realistic and cruel: "It's just picking the tallest among the short, choosing a batch of useful cannon fodder."

Hearing such a straightforward answer, which even reeked of bloody class oppression,

Qin Feng was not at all shocked or angry; instead, he nodded slightly in agreement.

"That's true."

He put down the teacup, the curve of his lips becoming increasingly cold.

He sneered: "Menial Laborers, after all, are just livestock raised by the Sect. No matter what kind of character you think you are in the Servant District, in the eyes of the Outer Sect masters, you are probably just a slightly stronger ant."

"If you want to make an ant valuable, you naturally only care about whether it can bite. Who would care about an ant's talent?"

Qin Feng's words were sharp and hit the mark, directly tearing away the last fig leaf of the cultivation world.

Yang Liu trembled at heart as she heard this. Looking at his calm, unruffled face, the worry in her heart surged like a tide.

She couldn't help but reach out her hands, hold him tightly, press her cheek against him, and say in a pleading voice,

"Husband… Actually, if possible, I don't want you to participate in this Grand Competition, and I even less want you to go to the Outer Sect!"

"Why?" Qin Feng lowered his head, his deep gaze scrutinizing her.

"Because it's dangerous, and even more because it's not worth it!"

Yang Liu looked up eagerly, her beautiful eyes filled with sincerity and a longing for stable power.

She analyzed: "Husband, your strength is so powerful now. In this 666 District, we can be true local emperors."

"Here, we hold great power and can control the life and death of everyone! We can have whatever we want! Resources, Spirit Stone, women, and even things bestowed by the Sect—we can all siphon off a portion, living lives countless times more comfortable than those ordinary, low-level Disciples in the Outer Sect!"

"But…"

Yang Liu's tone became slightly trembling: "Once you go to the Outer Sect, there are clouds of Prodigy there, and experts at the Foundation Establishment Stage are everywhere. Even if your combat strength is strong, once you go there, everything will probably have to start over again…"

"It is better to be a chicken head than a phoenix tail. Husband, isn't it good for us to live happily here for a lifetime?"

Listening to Yang Liu's heartfelt words, Qin Feng could feel the concern in her words, as well as the short-sighted view of a small woman who craved comfort and lived her life guarding her own small patch of land.

He was not angry; he just slowly withdrew his arm that Yang Liu was holding and gently patted her soft cheek.

"I understand what you mean."

Qin Feng stood up, stood with his hands behind his back, his tall and straight back appearing like an insurmountable mountain in the dim secret chamber.

He turned his head, a burst of violent ambition and the arrogance of looking down on the world shooting from his black eyes, enough to pierce the firmament.

"But, how can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan? I, Qin Feng, did not travel thousands upon thousands of miles to be born just to be a local tyrant in a small Servant District."