Night soon descended upon the courtyard.

Duan Menglu was instructed to choose any vacant room she wished, and after a brief look around, she selected one near the eastern side of the residence.

Throughout the evening, she had the opportunity to meet all of Lin Feng’s women.

Some were gentle and refined, others lively and outspoken, while a few possessed the calm and mysterious demeanor of seasoned cultivators.

The more she interacted with them, the more surprised she became.

She had originally assumed that every woman in the residence shared Lin Feng’s chambers.

However, after observing the arrangements more carefully, she discovered that this was not the case at all.

Several women occupied their own private rooms and seemed perfectly content doing so.

This revelation left Duan Menglu puzzled.

With Lin Feng’s status, strength, and appearance, it seemed almost impossible that any woman would willingly stay apart from him.

Yet that was exactly what she was witnessing. Still, she had only arrived today.

It would be inappropriate to immediately pry into matters that did not concern her.

As an ancient cultivator who had lived for thousands of years, patience was one of her greatest virtues.

If she remained here long enough, the answers would naturally reveal themselves.

Thus, she set aside her curiosity for the time being.

Hours passed.

Eventually, midnight arrived.

Ding!

The distant chime of a spiritual clock echoed through the courtyard.

Duan Menglu sat alone in her room.

Despite her calm appearance, her heart was beating fiercely inside her chest.

For thousands of years, she had imagined what this night would be like.

Countless times during her long life, powerful cultivators, young masters, clan patriarchs, sect leaders, and even emperors had sought her hand.

Yet she had rejected them all.

Her heart had never been moved, nor had she found anyone worthy enough to stand beside her.

But Lin Feng was different.

For the first time in her life, it would seem that fate had chosen a man for her.

Naturally, she had expected certain things to happen tonight. As the minutes slowly passed, she waited.

One hour passed.

Nothing happened.

No footsteps approached her room. No knock sounded on her door. No familiar figure appeared.

Duan Menglu frowned slightly.

Perhaps he was occupied with something important. That was understandable.

After all, Lin Feng was an existence whose thoughts even she could not fully comprehend.

So she continued waiting. Another hour passed. Still nothing.

The courtyard remained completely silent.

The anticipation she had carefully maintained throughout the evening slowly transformed into confusion.

"How can this be?"

Duan Menglu muttered softly.

Throughout her life, there had been countless men who dreamed of claiming her affection.

Some had challenged entire sects for her sake. Others had spent centuries pursuing her.

A few had even been willing to throw away their lives for a mere chance to gain her favor.

She had never lacked admirers.

In fact, if word spread that she was willing to spend a night with a man, countless experts would likely lose their minds from excitement.

Yet tonight, the man she now called master seemed completely uninterested.

This outcome had never crossed her mind. Surely Lin Feng was not immune to beauty.

Looking at the women around him was proof enough of that. Then why had he not come?

Was he testing her? Had she done something wrong? Or perhaps...

The thought made her expression become slightly strange.

Could it be that Lin Feng had simply forgotten about her?

The mighty Duan Menglu, whose beauty had shaken generations, found herself staring blankly at the door while contemplating a possibility she had never considered before.

Another hour quietly slipped away. The moon climbed higher into the night sky. The door remained closed.

And Lin Feng never came.

***

Morning arrived.

Unfortunately for Duan Menglu, she had not slept a single moment throughout the entire night.

Every time she closed her eyes, she found herself listening for approaching footsteps.

Every creak of the courtyard made her think Lin Feng might finally appear.

Yet the night had passed quietly, leaving her with nothing but disappointment.

After composing herself, she joined everyone for breakfast as if nothing had happened.

Lin Feng sat at the table leisurely enjoying his meal. Not once did he mention the previous night.

Not once did he even look at her differently. To him, it was as though everything was perfectly normal.

"Menglu, can you mop the floor for a bit?" Lin Feng asked casually after breakfast.

"Of course, Master Lin Feng."

Duan Menglu immediately nodded. There was no reluctance in her voice.

If others from her era could witness this scene, they would likely cough blood from shock.

The dignified Duan Menglu, an existence who once stood at the peak of the heavens, was obediently mopping floors at a young man’s request.

Yet she performed her duties seriously.

One day passed.

Then another.

Before she realized it, an entire week had gone by.

Throughout that week, Lin Feng treated her exactly as he had promised.

A servant. Nothing more. Nothing less.

He assigned her various tasks around the courtyard. Sometimes she cleaned. Sometimes she prepared tea.

Occasionally she helped organize items around the residence.

But beyond that? Nothing.

"Impossible!"

Duan Menglu sat alone in her room one evening, unable to believe it.

"Why hasn’t he accepted me yet?"

She felt genuinely bewildered.

Throughout her countless years of existence, she had never once questioned her own charm.

Nor did she have any reason to. She had remained pure for over a million years.

Countless heaven-defying geniuses had pursued her. Sect masters had sought her hand.

Ancient ancestors had admired her beauty.

Some men had even spent entire lifetimes hoping for a single smile from her.

Yet Lin Feng seemed completely indifferent. It was enough to make her doubt reality itself.

Then a week became two. Two weeks became three. Before long, an entire month had passed.

Still nothing happened. Not a single hint. Not a single advance. Not even a suggestive glance.

One evening, Duan Menglu sat beneath the moonlight in deep contemplation.

For the first time, she began viewing the situation from a different perspective.

"Master Lin Feng is not an ordinary man."