“Who told you I’m not a Martial Artist?”
The moment those words fell, a vast martial aura erupted from Chu Feng’s body like a collapsing mountain. It surged forward like a bursting river, crashing down upon Luo Qing!
8th Grade Martial Artist!
After last night’s devouring and refinement with the Heaven-Burying Coffin, his martial realm had undergone a complete transformation. He had leapt from 5th Grade straight into the 8th Grade!
“E… 8th Grade Martial Artist?”
The confidence and control on Luo Qing’s face froze instantly. He stood there as if struck by lightning, his eyes bulging as though they might pop out.
“No… impossible! This is absolutely impossible! How could you be an 8th Grade Martial Artist?”
His mind was thrown into chaos, his spirit shaken to the core.
A well-known cripple in the capital, a useless waste who couldn’t even touch the threshold of martial cultivation… how could he, overnight, become an 8th Grade Martial Artist that even he had to look up to?
It was more absurd than the wildest fantasy!
Luo Qing rubbed his eyes subconsciously, almost thinking he had fallen into some illusion.
Yet the heavy, mountain-like aura pressing down on him was undeniably real. His bones creaked under the pressure, and even breathing became difficult.
“Y-you…” He pointed at Chu Feng, forcing out a single word, trying to say more.
But Chu Feng had already lost his patience.
His figure flickered, and like a ghost, he appeared right in front of Luo Qing. His fingers clamped down like iron, gripping Luo Qing’s throat with precision.
“Urgh…”
Luo Qing’s feet left the ground. His face instantly turned a dark shade of red. Both his hands grabbed desperately at Chu Feng’s wrist, yet he couldn’t move it in the slightest.
“You can go on your way now.”
Chu Feng’s expression was indifferent, as if he were speaking about something trivial.
Crack!
The crisp sound of bone breaking rang out sharply in the silent night.
Luo Qing’s struggle stopped abruptly. The light in his eyes faded rapidly. Even in death, he couldn’t understand what kind of monster he had provoked.
Chu Feng casually flung him aside. The corpse hit the ground with a dull thud.
On the other side, Bai Ying, who was locked in battle with Leng Yue, caught sight of this from the corner of his eye. His hawk-like pupils shrank sharply.
The heir… was dead?
Pfft!
In that instant of distraction, Leng Yue seized the opening. Her dagger traced a cold arc, leaving a line of blood across his chest.
“Ugh!”
Bai Ying groaned and retreated rapidly. Looking at Luo Qing’s lifeless body, his face turned extremely grim. Then he suddenly stared at Chu Feng and shouted, “You actually dared to kill Heir Apparent Luo?”
“He wanted to kill me. Why can’t I kill him?” Chu Feng shrugged and replied.
Bai Ying’s eyes flickered. The next moment, he turned and fled, transforming into a streak of shadow.
Now that Luo Qing was dead, there was no point continuing the fight. Moreover, that girl’s strength was on par with his. If he stayed any longer, he might lose his life as well. Read the latest chapters at novelping.com.
“Leng Yue, don’t let him escape!” Chu Feng called out.
Whoosh!
Leng Yue’s figure flashed, appearing in front of Bai Ying as if teleporting. Her dagger struck out again.
“Hmph! If I want to leave, you can’t stop me!” Bai Ying roared. His eagle claws erupted with powerful qi, tearing through the air as he unleashed his full strength.
But in the next instant, a far more terrifying aura burst from Leng Yue!
That overwhelming force crushed his protective qi layer, causing it to crack inch by inch!
“G… Grandmaster Peak?!”
Bai Ying’s pupils shrank to pinpoints, his face filled with shock and despair.
In that brief moment of lost focus, a flash of cold light passed.
Slash!
The dagger cleanly sliced through his throat. Blood gushed out.
Bai Ying clutched his neck, his body swaying before collapsing stiffly to the ground, eyes wide open in death.
Leng Yue restrained her aura and returned to Chu Feng’s side.
“Not bad. You were hiding something,” Chu Feng said, slightly surprised. “Grandmaster Peak… just one step away from the Great Grandmaster Realm.”
“Your Highness, you killed him just like that without questioning him about who was behind it?” Leng Yue glanced at Luo Qing’s corpse and asked.
“No need.” Chu Feng waved it off. “Anyone who could command a marquis heir and even try to drag the Eastern Palace into it… there are only a handful of such people in the capital. Now that he’s dead, whoever’s behind this won’t be able to sit still. We just wait.”
He paused, his tone turning cold, “Cut off Luo Qing’s head and hang it at the gate of Tian Nan Marquis Manor.”
“Yes!” Leng Yue nodded without hesitation.
Chu Feng returned directly to Northern Suppression King’s Manor.
As soon as he arrived, he went straight to his grandfather’s study and took out the Recovery Pill.
“Grandfather, this is a third-tier high-grade Recovery Pill. It can repair a Martial Artist’s damaged functions. Take it quickly.”
Chu Tianyuan looked at the pill, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes, “A third-tier high-grade pill? Where did you get this?”
“I just bought it at Misty Rain Pavilion’s Auction.”
“That thing… must have cost quite a bit, right?” Chu Tianyuan frowned.
“Not much, just 100 million,” Chu Feng replied casually.
“What? 100 million taels of silver?”
Chu Tianyuan’s eyes widened instantly. The next moment, he jumped up from his chair, grabbed a feather duster nearby, and shouted furiously, “You little brat! Did you mortgage our Northern Suppression King’s Manor?!”
Seeing his grandfather’s explosive reaction, Chu Feng couldn’t help but laugh helplessly and quickly explained, “Of course not. I found a God of Wealth to pay for it.”
He then briefly explained the matter of Wang Family Bank.
Only after hearing this did Chu Tianyuan’s anger subside, though his brows furrowed even deeper, “You’ve offended the Fourth Prince again. He’s not someone easy to deal with. His mother is the younger sister of the sect master of Grand Origin Sect, one of the top ten sects of the Great Qian Empire!”
“So what?” Chu Feng said indifferently. “Grandfather, just take the pill.”
“Alright.”
Chu Tianyuan said no more and swallowed the pill.
In an instant, a powerful medicinal force spread through his body. His vitality recovered at a visible rate. His pale face regained color, and his previously unstable aura became steady and solid. Get faster updates on novelping . com.
Seeing this, Chu Feng let out a breath of relief and quietly left.
Uncle Fu stepped forward and said softly, “My lord, the Heir Apparent… he’s truly different now.”
Chu Tianyuan didn’t reply. He simply watched Chu Feng’s departing figure, a long-lost trace of relief appearing in his aged eyes.
After leaving the study, Chu Feng went to Da Hu’s room.
“You’ve already reached 7th Grade?”
Seeing the stable aura of a 7th Grade Martial Artist emanating from Da Hu, Chu Feng was startled.
Just yesterday, this guy was only at 5th Grade. His breakthrough speed was almost catching up to Chu Feng himself.
Damn… what kind of background does this Da Hu have? Chu Feng muttered inwardly.
“This guy’s potential and talent are far beyond your imagination. You’ve picked up a treasure,” Yao Ji’s voice sounded in his mind.
Chu Feng immediately took out a large amount of cultivation resources from his storage pouch and handed them to Da Hu, letting him focus on training.
“Thank you, Master!” Da Hu said gratefully.
After returning to his own room, Chu Feng laid out all the cultivation resources he had obtained tonight. With a thought, he activated the Heaven-Burying Coffin and began devouring them madly.
“This time… I must break through to the Innate Realm!”
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The next morning, just as dawn began to break.
At Tian Nan Marquis Manor in the capital…
A servant, yawning and rubbing his sleepy eyes, prepared to open the gates to change the guards.
But as he pulled the bolt open, the corner of his eye caught something hanging from the eaves above the gate, swaying gently in the morning breeze.
Curious, he looked up for a closer look.
The next moment…
“Ah—!!!”
A blood-curdling scream tore through the quiet morning. The servant’s legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground.
The two drowsy guards at the gate jolted awake in fright, shouting, “What are you screaming for?!”
The servant’s face was pale as death as he tremblingly pointed upward.
The guards followed his finger… and their pupils shrank violently.
That… was a bloody head!
And that face, eyes wide open in death, was unmistakable…
It was their heir, Luo Qing!
Boom!
The two guards felt as if struck by thunder, standing there in complete shock.
Very soon, the news that Luo Qing, the heir of Tian Nan Marquis Manor, had been killed and his head hung at the gate of his own residence spread across the capital like a devastating storm!