In three days, Ye Feng never left the attic.

At noon, Uncle Fu's voice sounded from outside the attic again: "Young Master, it's been three days. If you don't eat, your body will not be able to stand it."

A slightly tender voice echoed in the attic on the second floor; "It's okay, I've done some cleaning my muscles and marrow removal. It doesn't matter if I don't eat or drink for a few days. You can step down first."

"But" Uncle Fu's face was filled with anxiety. After a long sigh, he just waited to turn around and leave.

"No wonder this cheap father kept holding the yellow ancient scroll in his hand during his lifetime. It turned out that there were so many things about cultivating immortals. It not only records the strange people and strange things in the world of cultivating immortals, strange land and dangerous peaks, geography magazines, but also records the methods of cultivation, magic, and countless monsters and beasts. It can be called a strange book. Now it seems that cultivating immortals really existed in this world. I didn't expect that my father was also a cultivator."

At this time, Ye Feng was sitting on the ground, holding a yellowed ancient scroll in his hand, and opened the box handed over by Uncle Fu. The book was in it.

This ancient scroll was always held in his hand by his father Ye Qingfeng, but now he is dead and naturally falls into Ye Feng's hands.

Ye Feng carefully read the contents of this book and couldn't help but open his eyes.

First of all, the book describes the division of the realm of cultivation of immortals, which can be divided into the twelve levels of Qi training, the foundation building stage, the golden elixir stage, and the Nascent Soul stage. Only these four realms are written.

"This Qi training period is to constantly breathe spiritual energy, so that the spiritual energy in the body fills the twelve meridians, each of which is filled with one level. If it is converted according to the spiritual energy in my dantian, it will not even reach one percent of the first level." Ye Feng put down the ancient scroll in his hand. In the past three days, he not only finished reading it, but also memorized it and left it deeply in his mind.

"Haha, I didn't expect that this dead father had already arranged the way out for him,"

Ye Feng smiled bitterly and took out a fragrant Qingmu token from his arms. This was an entry token called Qingmu Sect. He knew that he could use this token to worship the mountain gate and practice immortal methods.

"It seems that it is necessary to go to search for the fairy track and visit the fairy gate. Although I have inherited the Kunpeng inheritance, there are only countless magical powers and magic in it, and the truth is the most rational. There is no basic method of meditation and qi training. Haha, it is correct to think about it. As an ancient beast, Kunpeng has extremely powerful strength as soon as it transforms into shape. I am afraid there is no record of the small method of qi training,"

Ye Feng patted his sleeves and stood up. He knew that it was not avenge now. When looking for a girl, what he needed to do most now was to keep getting stronger and keep practicing.

"The first sentence of the inheritance of Kunpeng that I took the first step is that Tao is not what I came out, but what I came out."

Ye Feng stuffed the token in his arms and put the scrolls into the secret room. After doing these, he walked out of the attic.

But after walking out of the attic, the first sentence he said was: "Call everyone from Ye's house to gather in the main hall, remember, anyone."

The lobby of Ye Mansion is wide and bright, and the unique medicinal fragrance of Ye Mansion is everywhere. At this time, Ye Feng supported his head with one hand, staring at the dozens of people on the ground with a calm look, and took a deep breath. "A few days ago, my father passed away and left me with this huge Ye family to entrust me. However, I am still young, and I have no intention of running the Ye family, so I am about to disperse the Ye family."

As soon as these words were spoken, dozens of people below were in an uproar.

In this Shuishi City, no one knows the Ye family. But what they didn't expect was that once Ye Qingfeng died, the huge Ye family would actually disperse.

"Young master, no, this Ye family is the foundation that the master has worked hard to support, and it cannot be ruined in your hands," Uncle Fu immediately stood up to object.

Ye Feng showed his peace today; "What's wrong? You must know that there is no prosperous empire in this world, nor does it last forever. For me, it's better to part early than to part late. Uncle Fu, I know your loyalty, so there is no need to say the words of advice,"

"You all heard it? My father is dead, and the Ye family will sooner or later decline. Instead of doing this, it is better to take advantage of the fact that Ye Feng is not yet in decline, and don't say that I am the head of the family at that time." Ye Feng breathed deeply. He felt bitter in his heart. A huge Ye family was going to be ruined by himself. If he didn't sit in this position, he would never feel the taste of it.

"Since the young master said that, it's hard for the young guys to say anything else. I just don't know how much severance payment the young master wants to give us servants one by one?" A slightly thin literati stood up and bowed.

His name is Ye Wen, and he was also given the surname Ye, who was in charge of the accounting department, and he knew the financial situation of the Ye Mansion very well.

"Huh? Since I have said it, I will answer it together." Ye Feng hurriedly thought of a reasonable number in his heart. After all, he was just pushing the duck and didn't know anything.

Thinking of the financial resources of the Ye family and the salary of a servant in a month, Ye Feng suddenly found a clear idea: "A servant's salary is one tael of silver per month, so the severance fee is fifty taels, and Ye Wen, you have twenty taels per month, so one thousand taels."

When I dared to finish my words, two completely different surprises rang out.

"So much? Fifty taels are enough for my five years of wages,"

"What, just a little bit, the old men who usually reward me are more than that."

"Yes, yes, this young master is too stingy. He can't spend all his property alone in his lifetime, so it's better to disperse it to us poor families," he said.

The voice was very small, and they were muttering, but Ye Feng heard it all.

"Since this is the case, then I will leave this matter to Uncle Fu. Anyone who received the money will take it with him with a contract," Ye Feng lost his eyes.

"Wait~!" Suddenly, Ye Wen shouted: "Young Master, are these severance expenses a little less? I have been in charge of the Ye Mansion's accounting for several years, and I have worked hard without any credit. I'm afraid that the young master will give me such severance expenses, which is probably not enough."

He signaled to the servants beside him, and those servants immediately spoke.

"Yes, the Ye Mansion is about to be dispersed, and no matter how much money the Young Master can't afford. Why don't you give it to us poor people?"

"Fifty taels are indeed a little less, why not add them again,"

"Young Master, it will cost at least 1,000 taels. Otherwise, the little one would just move some things out to sell in the Ye family."

Hearing this, Ye Feng's eyes suddenly opened and his voice suddenly became cold; "Dare you threatening me? Do you want to stage a evil slave to deceive the master?"

The evil slaves in the noisy met Ye Feng's cold gaze and lowered unconsciously. They never thought that the owner of this gaze was a ten-year-old child.

Ye Wen was not afraid: "I dare not, it was just that the young master was unfair to deal with things, so the servants made suggestions."

Ye Feng sneered repeatedly, "I remember you sold your body to the Ye family. You should know what it means to sell your body, but now you may have forgotten it, Uncle Fu will repeat it to him."

"Anyone who sells his body will be a slave for life, and even the children born will be slaves for generations, and the master has the right to decide his life and death."

Ye Wen's face changed, "Young Master, what do you mean? Since you promised us to return the contract to us and send severance payments, then I will no longer be a servant of the Ye Mansion, so you have no right to decide my life and death."

"Haha, but that's all based on your money and leaving, but now? I'm sorry?" Ye Feng sneered.

"Okay, Uncle Fu, the five evil slaves and Ye Wenquan were killed by me just now. I want to see, you, a slave, have the right to bully the master." Ye Feng slapped the chair and shouted.

Ye Wen suddenly panicked and shouted hurriedly: "Ye Fu, don't listen to him. He is just a child. How can he manage the Ye family? Wouldn't it be better than Ye Feng's property that you and I have to share together?"

Uncle Fu did not answer, but just punched Ye Feng heavily. He stomped his feet and flew out like a cannonball.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Six consecutive punches sounded.

When Uncle Fu came back, six more corpses appeared in the center of the lobby. Ye Wen, who was the leader, had fear in his eyes after his death. He might not have figured out why this young master, who was usually silent and gentle, had such iron-blooded methods.

"I want to blackmail me, and I really think I am a ten-year-old child," Ye Feng looked at the corpse on the ground, without any fear. Instead, he felt indescribable excitement in his heart, and was also surprised that Uncle Fu could have such martial arts.

With this bloody lesson, things went very smoothly. Uncle Fu gave the severance payment to the Ye Mansion, who left with contracts one by one.

Looking at the empty lobby, Ye Feng felt a little uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!