A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 572: A Pleasant Feeling.

Time seemed to pass as Li Feng slowly began to feel control over his body returning.

And for some reason... the surroundings felt very, very pleasant.

It was the kind of quiet comfort that came from resting on a soft bed, with no immediate pain pressing against his body and no urgent danger forcing him awake.

For a moment he simply lay there, letting the feeling settle.

It reminded him of days back in his previous world, when he would stay in bed until the sun rose high, without needing to worry about anything at all.

"...Uhh."

Even so, Li Feng sighed and forced himself to pull away from that pleasant haze.

He slowly opened his eyes and murmured,

"...What an unfamiliar ceiling."

Li Feng leaned up from the bed and looked around.

The room was rather large and well-kept.

Polished wooden furnishings were arranged neatly along the walls, and soft drapes framed the windows, allowing daylight to filter in.

A low table sat to the side with a porcelain incense burner still releasing a thin trail of smoke, filling the air with a clean, gentle fragrance that made the space feel calm and refined.

The bedding beneath him was big and far better than anything he would expect from an ordinary recovery room.

His gaze moved across the decorations, the carved patterns on the beams, and the overall layout of the chamber.

After a moment, Li Feng recognized it.

Judging by the design... this was probably still inside the palace.

Li Feng then looked down at himself.

At some point, the torn clothes from the battle had been replaced.

He was now wearing a clean, well-made robe, neat enough that someone had clearly taken the time to dress him properly while he was unconscious.

He couldn’t help murmuring,

"...I hope it was a woman who helped me dress."

Then the memories came back.

The battle, the Wishing Card, the white space... and that black-cloaked future version of himself walking away into the distance, leaving only a lonely back behind.

Li Feng let out a quiet sigh as he just sat there on the bed.

But after a moment, he lightly smacked his own cheeks with both hands.

The dull sting was enough to push the heavier thoughts aside.

He exhaled once, then straightened his posture as his expression brightened again.

"No point sitting around looking miserable. I’ve still got a future full of happiness and blessings to work on."

Li Feng pushed the blanket aside and jumped up from the bed.

Just as he fully stood up from the bed, Li Feng blinked a few times because something felt off.

Then he slowly lowered his gaze.

There... pitching an extremely obvious and extremely huge tent beneath the clean robe, was his little brother standing at full attention, as if it were a spear pointed at the heavens and longing for war.

For a moment, Li Feng could only stare at it in pure confusion.

"...What the hell?"

He was still trying to process the situation when the door to the room opened.

It was Fen Ling who stepped inside.

The Empress of the Fen Dynasty entered with her usual composed presence, crimson eyes calm as she pushed the door open and walked in.

She was clearly here to check on him, her posture steady and expression carrying a quiet seriousness.

Seeing him awake and well, Fen Ling smiled beautifully and spoke.

"I felt that you had woken, Envoy Li, so I came to... check...?"

But then her voice trailed off as she lowered her gaze... until she saw that tent too.

Li Feng’s body stiffened at once.

His mind, which had only just recovered from so many things, short-circuited a little, so he didn’t know what to say immediately.

The room fell into a brief silence.

Fen Ling blinked a few times.

Her crimson eyes remained fixed on the extremely huge tent for a second longer than necessary before she finally looked back up at Li Feng’s stiff expression.

Then, unexpectedly, a soft laugh escaped her.

It was light, genuine, and carried a trace of helpless amusement.

"Haha, It seems I don’t need to worry too much about your well-being," she said, her lips curving into a beautiful smile. "Since you’re clearly this energetic."

Li Feng coughed lightly.

The stiffness on his face lasted only a moment before his thick skin took over.

He cleared his throat, adjusted his posture as if nothing particularly awkward had just happened, and gestured toward the room with calmness.

"...Ahem. Please, come in, Your Majesty."

Seeing a man with his huge tent inviting her inside, Fen Ling gave him one last amused look before stepping further into the room.

Soon the two of them sat down across from each other near the table, the soft fragrance of incense still lingering in the air between them.

Once seated, Li Feng showed no intention of dwelling on the earlier awkwardness.

With the same thick-skinned composure, he simply started chatting.

"So... how long was I out? And... ahem, do you happen to know where Yue Lan and Lan Suyao are?"

Fen Ling calmly lifted the teacup in front of her and took a slow sip.

When she lowered it again, her crimson eyes rested on Li Feng with a clearly knowing look.

The corner of her lips curved slightly, carrying a trace of elegant amusement that made it obvious she understood his intention.

"...It seems the first thing Envoy Li thinks of after waking up is having his Dao companions come take care of his ’matter’."

Hearing that, a flicker of surprise crossed Li Feng’s face.

Because he had never told anyone here that Yue Lan was his Dao companion.

He looked at Fen Ling more carefully, brows lifting a little with question.

Fen Ling smiled faintly at his questioning look.

"It’s a long story," she said.

"But the short version is... your Dao companion and Lan Suyao have already returned to the sect."

Li Feng looked even more confused at those words.

"...They left? Why would they leave me here?"