"How will you compensate us?" Ye Feng asked.

"How do you want me to compensate you?" Qiu Miaozhen asked back.

Qiu Miaozhen's face was full of smiles, but there seemed to be something strange mixed in with those smiles.

Ye Feng looked at her for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Forget it, I don't need you to compensate me for anything. I don't lack anything now."

"What a boastful tone."

Qiu Miaozhen chuckled and then said, "How about this, I'll give you some of my good deeds."

"Can good deeds be transferred to others?" Night Wind asked.

“Of course not, but if you see something you like, I can use my good deeds to exchange for it and then give it to you,” Qiu Miaozhen explained.

"Let's talk about it after we return to the sect," Ye Feng said.

Then Ye Feng stood up and walked outside.

The night passed quickly.

Today is the Silver Tide Festival.

The entire city of Mingyun became bustling with activity, just like during the Chinese New Year.

The sound of firecrackers could be heard from outside every now and then, along with the shouts and screams of children chasing and playing.

The Beichen family is now immersed in the festive atmosphere, and joy is everywhere.

Qiu Yuanming and Liu Xianghui prepared a large table of fine wine and dishes, which they ate with Ye Feng and Qiu Miaozhen.

Midway through, Kitashita Fumio and Kitashita Seifu arrived again.

The father and son brought many gifts, and even sat down at the table to pretend to eat, engaging in a lengthy discussion with Qiu Yuanming.

After Bei Chen and his son left, Qiu Yuanming said with a sigh, "Miaozhen, look at him. He's the head of the family, but he has no airs at all and is so hospitable to us. Such a family head is so rare!"

Qiu Miaozhen gave a wry smile, unsure of what to say.

Ye Feng couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Uncle, your daughter is the sect leader's disciple of the Ling Shui Sect. Sooner or later, she will become an elder or even the sect leader of the Ling Shui Sect. You are my senior sister's parents. Since that's the case, your status and position are far more noble than Bei Chen Wenxiong and Bei Chen Xifeng."

Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, Qiu Yuanming's mouth dropped open in surprise: "You mean, we old folks are important people now?"

“At least in front of the Beichen family, he is a big shot,” Ye Feng said.

Qiu Yuanming was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Brother, don't make jokes like that, I'll take it seriously."

“That’s right, how could we possibly be important people?” Liu Xianghui said with a smile.

The night wind shook its head and said nothing more.

Qiu Miaozhen smiled apologetically at the night breeze.

After dinner, Ye Feng prepared to go back to his room to rest.

At this moment, Qiu Yuanming suddenly began to tremble all over, and his cheeks turned red.

"Yuanming! Yuanming, what's wrong with you?!"

Liu Xianghui was startled and rushed to Qiu Yuanming, shaking him vigorously with a look of anxiety on her face.

Qiu Miaozhen was also a little anxious and quickly looked at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng immediately said, "Auntie, don't worry, let me examine Uncle."

"You're here to examine me? Are you a doctor?" Liu Xianghui said happily.

Qiu Miaozhen said, "How can a doctor in the mortal world compare to my junior brother? He is an alchemist! No matter what illness Father has, my junior brother only needs to refine one elixir for him to take, and all his illnesses will be cured!"

"Really?"

Liu Xianghui was both surprised and delighted, but also somewhat incredulous.

Ye Feng didn't say much, and after coming to Qiu Yuanming's side, he began to examine his physical condition.

Before long, Ye Feng's face showed a look of understanding.

“Auntie, don’t be afraid. Uncle isn’t sick. He’s just old and often goes out to sea to fish, so dampness gets into his body. He just drank too much alcohol, and the dampness in his body was washed away by the alcohol, so he temporarily lost control of his muscles.”

"So you mean he doesn't need any medicine or anything, and he'll be fine in a little while?" Liu Xianghui asked.

“That’s right, but let Uncle stay in my room tonight. I’ll cleanse his blood and dampness every hour, and he’ll recover faster,” Ye Feng said.

"Thank you so much, Night Breeze," Liu Xianghui said happily.

Ye Feng easily carried Qiu Yuanming into his room and made him lie down on his bed.

Then Ye Feng channeled his true energy into Qiu Yuanming, using his own true energy to help Qiu Yuanming regulate the uncontrolled blood and dampness in his body.

In a short while, Qiu Yuanming's trembling subsided.

However, he did not wake up and remained fast asleep with his eyes closed.

"Why is he still unconscious?"

Liu Xianghui breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Qiu Yuanming had stopped trembling and convulsing, but Qiu Yuanming had not yet woken up, which made her somewhat worried.

Ye Feng explained, "He's not unconscious, he's fast asleep. He drank so much, of course he won't wake up anytime soon. Auntie, don't worry, go back to your room and rest."

Hearing Ye Feng say that, Liu Xianghui stopped lingering in Ye Feng's room.

She nodded, then turned and walked outside.

“Junior brother, I’m entrusting my father to you,” Qiu Miaozhen said.

"It's nothing," Ye Feng said casually.

After Qiu Miaozhen and Liu Xianghui left, Ye Feng closed his door slightly.

Qiu Yuanming took over Ye Feng's bed, and Ye Feng simply took out a soft blanket from his storage ring, spread it on the ground, and then sat cross-legged on it to meditate.

Every now and then, a night breeze would rise, helping Qiu Yuanming to regulate his blood and internal energy.

By the middle of the night, Qiu Yuanming was completely recovered, and he had mostly sobered up.

If Ye Feng called him at that moment, he would definitely wake up, but Ye Feng did not do so.

With one or two hours to go before dawn, Ye Feng sat down on the blanket again and began practicing his internal energy cultivation.

However, Ye Feng only cultivated the Spirit Water Cloud and Rain Technique and did not attempt to integrate the water-element true energy he had comprehended into the lightning.

Although Qiu Yuanming was the only person in the room, he was fast asleep.

Even so, Ye Feng had no intention of taking any risks.

Time ticked by, and dawn drew ever closer.

Just then, a rustling sound suddenly came from above.

Ye Feng's eyes snapped open, a glint of light flashing within them.

"So they really came..."

The next moment, a large hole appeared in the roof, and a dark shadow fell from the sky straight to Qiu Yuanming on the bed!

It seems the assassin mistook Qiu Yuanming for Ye Feng!

"I'm here!"

Night Wind sneered and punched the assassin.

Although Ye Feng didn't hold back with that punch, he also didn't use his true strength.

Otherwise, a single punch from Night Wind would have been enough to kill this person!

Now, the assassin was simply punched by Ye Feng and sent flying backward, crashing through the wall and falling to the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.