The prompt this time was peculiar, a piece of clothing.
The garment resembled an ancient long robe, similar to those worn by emperors, heavily embroidered with five-clawed golden dragons.
Drawing on previous experiences, Lin Feng knew this robe was the key to unlocking his fifth skill.
However, clothing was too common, and finding the specific robe was like searching for a needle in a haystack.
Still, the timely appearance of this clue was fortunate, as he was set to face Lin Zhen in a month. Unlocking the fifth skill would significantly increase his chances of victory.
Recognizing the robe's importance, Lin Feng abandoned his cultivation and activated the teleportation array, heading directly to Lu Jingzhe's villa.
It was late at night, and Lu Jingzhe, Su Qingya, and Shen Xinyue were already fast asleep.
The three women were sharing a large bed, sleeping soundly.
Shen Xinyue, the shameless one, was even more fond of touching than he was.
One hand was on Lu Jingzhe, the other on Su Qingya.
Sandwiched between the two women, Shen Xinyue was an object of envy and jealousy for many men.
Lin Feng chuckled, raising his hand and releasing a stream of true qi, moving Shen Xinyue from the bed to the sofa downstairs.
He then took Shen Xinyue's place, lying between Lu Jingzhe and Su Qingya.
With one hand on each of them, he began to touch.
"Xinyue, stop messing around and go to sleep. Touch yourself," Lu Jingzhe mumbled, struggling a few times.
However, Lu Jingzhe was quickly startled awake. Reaching out to touch Shen Xinyue's face, she felt stubble.
"Xinyue, why do you have a beard?"
Lu Jingzhe exclaimed in fright.
That was something only men had.
"Jingzhe, how can you be so cute? You don't even recognize me?"
Lin Feng found it amusing.
Lu Jingzhe finally recognized Lin Feng.
"You bad boy, why are you here so late?"
"You've come at the perfect time. I was just dreaming of you. Let's play cards."
Lu Jingzhe wrapped her arms around Lin Feng's neck, twisting her slender waist like an eel.
Lin Feng wasted no time. After their intimate encounter, he proceeded to engage with Su Qingya.
The session only concluded at dawn.
What Lin Feng found perplexing was that while Lu Jingzhe had a penchant for handstands, Su Qingya also seemed to be performing them at the head of the bed.
"Hey, what are you two doing? Aren't you tired?"
Lin Feng asked with a smile.
"You wouldn't understand, and don't ask. Qingya and I are just doing some stretches between classes."
Lu Jingzhe couldn't explain.
"Right, I have something important to discuss with you. Help me find this piece of clothing."
Lin Feng drew the robe he had seen in his mind.
Lu Jingzhe couldn't compliment Lin Feng's drawing skills. "Is that a dragon or an insect you've drawn? Does clothing this ugly even exist?"
"It's passable. It looks like a dragon robe,"
Lin Feng explained.
Lu Jingzhe opened her computer to search for information about dragon robes.
To her surprise, Lu Jingzhe found a clue related to a dragon robe.
"This dragon robe was likely worn by Emperor Taizu of Song. Based on the embroidery, this is the one Zhao Kuangyin wore regularly. Is this it?"
Lu Jingzhe showed Lin Feng a picture of a dragon robe.
"Yes, that's the one! Can you find out where it is now?"
Lin Feng was a bit excited, surprised that Lu Jingzhe had provided such valuable information so quickly.
"I can find out. This dragon robe is in the hands of a descendant of Emperor Taizu. The Zhao family in Qingcheng are descendants of Emperor Taizu. You can go ask them."
Lu Jingzhe sent Lin Feng the information and address of the Zhao family.
"Alright, thank you for your hard work. You two can continue your handstands. I'm leaving."
Lin Feng was eager to find the dragon robe.
Upon receiving the lead, he immediately returned to the small building.
When he got back, Hua Yu was already up, admiring the flowers and plants in the courtyard in her pajamas.
"Where have you been? You're so elusive."
Hua Yu was startled as Lin Feng suddenly appeared in the courtyard.
"I haven't been anywhere. What about you? Why are you up so early?"
Lin Feng was surprised. According to Hua Yu's usual routine, she would wake up at six.
It was only five now.
"I made you breakfast. You've returned at the perfect time. Eat it while it's hot."
Hua Yu put down what she was doing and brought out steaming buns.
"You made these?"
Lin Feng couldn't believe that the esteemed Miss Hua family would make buns!
"Yes, I've been practicing for a long time. They're beef-filled, and this meal cost me tens of yuan."
Hua Yu smiled. She usually wouldn't spend so much money.
However, remembering Lin Feng selling his blood to buy her a phone, she decided to contribute a little.
"Mmm, they taste really good. Your cooking is improving."
Lin Feng bit into a bun, acknowledging Hua Yu's intelligence.
After all, making such delicious buns would require years of life experience.
"So, you see, I'm quite capable."
Receiving Lin Feng's praise, Hua Yu suddenly felt the tens of yuan were well spent.
"By the way, I have to tutor students later, and I might be back very late. If you're hungry, just reheat the buns."
Hua Yu instructed.
Lin Feng felt a moment of daze, finding Hua Yu increasingly resembling a homemaker who knew how to manage a household.
What had gotten into this woman to treat him so well all of a sudden?
Lin Feng couldn't figure it out and didn't dwell on it.
After breakfast, he headed to the Zhao family's residence according to the address Lu Jingzhe had provided.
The Zhao family was not a prominent clan but an ordinary household residing in a large old house in the suburbs of Qingcheng.
The house had a certain age to it, exuding an antique charm.
As Lin Feng was about to knock on the door, he heard a commotion nearby.
"Hey uncle, sell me this chamber pot. I'll give you fifty thousand yuan."
A shifty-eyed peddler was chasing a middle-aged man carrying a chamber pot.
"I won't sell it for any price. This is my family's ancestral chamber pot. You spotted it while I was just about to relieve myself. What use do you have for this thing!"
The middle-aged man said as he ran.
"Uncle, this is just a regular chamber pot, not an antique."
"The reason I'm willing to pay a hefty price is that I have difficulty urinating. Seeing such a beautiful chamber pot makes me able to urinate."
The peddler was making up absurd reasons, the kind that made Lin Feng want to punch him.
The middle-aged man wouldn't believe such nonsense. He stopped, showing some anger. "Young man, don't waste your effort. My family's chamber pot is from the Song Dynasty, I know it well."
"Your little tricks won't work on me. I won't sell it for any amount. Go back where you came from!"
Upon hearing this, the peddler became embarrassed. "Uncle, then how about three hundred thousand? This is all the money I have. Please sell it to me."
"If it's just sitting here with you, you might as well exchange it for some money!"
The middle-aged man's stance was firm. "Young man, this is not about money. It's about heritage!"
The peddler's expression turned fierce, and he pulled out his phone. "Old man, don't push your luck. I'm taking this chamber pot today!"
"I'll ask you one last time, are you selling it or not? If not, I'll have people take it by force!"
The peddler was desperate. This chamber pot was priceless, worth the risk.
"Kid, this is illegal. I advise you to calm down and not go down the wrong path for a chamber pot!"
The middle-aged man cautioned him kindly.
"Damn it, you ungrateful old man, then prepare to die!"
The peddler said, reaching for his phone to call for backup.
"Hmph, bullying an honest man in front of me, you want to die, kid!"
Lin Feng suddenly appeared, snatched the peddler's phone, and with a crack, shoved it into the peddler's mouth.
Then, to the middle-aged man's horrified gaze, Lin Feng slapped the peddler across the face.
With a loud bang!
The phone shattered under Lin Feng's slap, blasting the peddler's mouth with blood and knocking out his teeth.