Whether it was Duan Menglu’s choice of clothing, the way she carried herself, or the extra effort she put into interacting with him, her intentions had become increasingly obvious.

Lin Feng found it rather amusing.

Of course, among all the women currently around him, Duan Menglu was still one of the newest additions.

Compared to those who had accompanied him for much longer, she had only recently entered his life. Because of this, he felt no urgency whatsoever.

For someone who could potentially live forever, what was a month? What was a year? Even a hundred years could pass in the blink of an eye.

There was simply no reason to rush anything. Some things were best allowed to develop naturally.

Besides, he quite enjoyed watching Duan Menglu’s determination grow stronger day by day. It was entertaining.

He could vividly remember when he was the one doing the chasing.

But he knew that even if he had managed to win a woman over back in his first life on Earth, it would have only ended in tragedy.

After all, how could a yang spear a mere inch long ever bring a woman true happiness? It was simply a lost cause. A faint smile appeared on Lin Feng’s face.

"This life in comparison really is amazing." He spoke inwardly while gazing at the clear morning sky. He had strength that countless cultivators could only dream of.

He had the freedom to go wherever he wished. He could explore mysterious realms, uncover ancient secrets, and experience endless adventures.

Every day brought something new. Every day carried another possibility. How could such a life be anything but wonderful? The smile on his face widened slightly.

Then, naturally, his gaze drifted toward the courtyard where several breathtaking beauties were chatting and laughing together.

"Of course..."

Lin Feng chuckled to himself.

"Beautiful women are a pretty important part of it too."

With that thought, he stepped forward to greet the day as he always did... with optimism, curiosity, and an endless enthusiasm for whatever adventure awaited him next.

***

The days that followed saw Duan Menglu constantly on the offensive. She tried every method she could think of, determined to earn a special place in Lin Feng’s heart.

Some days she would carefully prepare his meals, personally delivering them with a bright smile.

Other days she would accompany him on walks, intentionally displaying her elegance and charm.

She even took the initiative to learn more about his interests so she could engage him in longer conversations. Unfortunately for her, none of it seemed to have the effect she wanted.

Lin Feng was always polite. He always appreciated her efforts. Yet he never crossed the line she secretly wished him to cross.

"Is Master Lin Feng made of wood?" Duan Menglu stared at her reflection in a bronze mirror and sighed.

"How can he remain so calm?" She truly could not understand it. Throughout her life, she had never lacked admirers. Countless young masters had fought over her attention.

Talented geniuses had attempted to impress her with expensive gifts and grand gestures. Even powerful cultivators would become nervous when speaking to her.

Yet Lin Feng was completely different. The more she thought about it, the more mysterious he seemed.

"Could it be that my beauty isn’t enough?" The thought immediately made her shake her head.

No.

She knew that was not the case. Whenever she appeared before him in carefully chosen outfits, she could occasionally catch a trace of appreciation in his eyes.

Lin Feng was clearly not blind. He recognized beauty when he saw it. That was what made the situation so confusing. He appreciated her beauty, yet he never acted upon it.

As the days passed, Duan Menglu became increasingly bold in her efforts.

She paid greater attention to her appearance. She spent more time selecting her clothes each morning.

Sometimes she would casually brush against him while serving tea or standing beside him. Other times she would deliberately seek opportunities to spend time alone with him.

Yet every attempt ended the same way. Lin Feng simply smiled. A calm smile. A smile that seemed capable of seeing through all her intentions.

It was enough to make her both frustrated and fascinated. One evening, she found herself sitting alone beneath the moonlight, replaying every interaction she had shared with him.

Most men pursued women. For the first time in her life, she found herself being the pursuer instead. And strangely enough, she did not dislike the feeling.

If anything, it made her even more determined.

Lin Feng possessed a confidence that required no boasting. A power that required no display.

No matter what happened around him, he always seemed relaxed, as though nothing in the world could truly trouble him. The more she learned about him, the more she admired him.

"Master Lin Feng is truly different from other men." Her eyes softened as she gazed at the moon above.

Many people sought power. Many people sought wealth. Many people sought beauty. But Lin Feng seemed to possess all three while remaining completely indifferent to them.

That alone made him extraordinary. A small smile appeared on her face.

"Very well."

"If one method doesn’t work, I’ll simply try another."

A spark of determination shone within her eyes. Duan Menglu had never been someone who gave up easily.

Since ordinary methods had failed, she would simply have to be more patient. After all, Lin Feng possessed an endless lifespan.

Compared to such a person, a few days or even a few years were insignificant. With her resolve renewed, she rose to her feet. The game was far from over.

And from that day onward, Duan Menglu’s pursuit of Lin Feng became even more persistent, leaving everyone around them wondering whether the beautiful young woman would eventually succeed in capturing the heart of the mysterious man who seemed immune to every charm she possessed.

Yet the harder she tried, the more elusive Lin Feng appeared to be.

It also did not help that every night she could hear hints of the happiness and affection shared between Lin Feng and his women.

Their laughter, their joy, their lewd moans and the closeness they shared constantly reminded her of the place she wished to have by his side.

Of course, Duan Menglu was no ordinary woman. Having cultivated for more than a million years, her Dao Heart was exceptionally firm.

She could easily suppress distracting emotions and maintain perfect composure whenever she wished. However, the problem was that she did not always want to.

When it came to Lin Feng, she found herself willingly lowering her guard. The more she learned about him, the more fascinated she became.

His power, his confidence, his seemingly endless patience, and the way he treated those around him all drew her in deeper and deeper. Many times, she found herself imagining the future.

A future where she was no longer merely standing on the sidelines. A future where she could stand beside him just as naturally as the other women in his life.

Those thoughts alone were enough to make her heart race.

Duan Menglu lay upon her bed, staring at the ceiling as countless thoughts filled her mind. Her usually calm expression softened as she pictured Lin Feng’s smiling face.

"Master Lin Feng..." The words escaped her lips unconsciously. A faint blush appeared on her beautiful face.

For perhaps the first time in many years, Duan Menglu found herself eagerly anticipating something.

Every passing day seemed too slow, and every moment spent apart from him felt longer than it should. She closed her eyes and hugged her pillow tightly.

A gentle smile formed on her lips.

"No matter how long it takes..."

"I will succeed eventually."

The determination in her heart only grew stronger as another night quietly passed.

***

One day, Duan Menglu finally relented and decided to ask Lin Feng’s women directly.

The moment she voiced her concerns, the women looked at her with amused expressions, as though she were a child who had overlooked something obvious.

"You don’t need to worry, Sister Menglu," Ning Xi said with a gentle smile. "As you can see, Lin Feng hasn’t accepted all of us as his partners yet."

There was a hint of longing in her eyes, but no resentment. Instead, she seemed perfectly content to wait.

"What?!"

Duan Menglu was genuinely stunned.

She had never bothered to investigate such matters before. In her mind, she had simply assumed that every woman living beside Lin Feng had already become his lover.

After all, with Lin Feng’s status, power, and charm, what reason would there be for things to be otherwise?

Yet after taking a closer look, she quickly realized that Ning Xi was telling the truth. And Ning Xi was not the only one.

Several of the women surrounding Lin Feng were still waiting patiently. Their yin flowers were still untouched and not pierced and claimed by any man yet.

Despite the affection they clearly held for him, their relationships had not progressed as far as Duan Menglu had imagined. The discovery left her momentarily speechless.

She looked from one woman to another, unable to hide the shock on her face.

"How is this possible?"