Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The moment Chu Feng’s words, “I’m taking it by force,” fell, the entire beast arena sank into a deathly silence.
All eyes gathered on him, filled with shock and disbelief.
Had the Heir of the Northern Suppression King’s Manor gone mad?
In front of so many people, he was openly snatching away a battle slave that Shen Yufeng had just bought for 1 million taels. This wasn’t arrogance anymore… it was a blatant slap to the face of the Duke Shen Manor!
“You…”
The smile on Shen Yufeng’s handsome face vanished instantly, turning dark as ink. He pointed at Chu Feng and shouted, “Chu Feng, don’t go too far! Do you really think the Northern Suppression King’s Manor is still what it used to be?”
“Right now, your manor is only being held together by that old man of yours! The day he dies, I’d like to see who’s still there to back you up!”
His voice was sharp and venomous.
Slap!!!
A crisp sound exploded without warning!
At some point, Chu Feng had already stepped forward and struck Shen Yufeng across the face with a solid slap.
The sheer force sent Shen Yufeng spinning half a circle on the spot before he crashed to the ground in a miserable heap. Half of his face swelled visibly at an alarming speed, a clear handprint stamped across it.
“If you don’t know how to speak, then shut up!”
Chu Feng spat to the side and snorted coldly.
“You… you dare hit me?”
Shen Yufeng clutched his burning cheek, his mind blank.
He… the dignified young master of the Duke Shen Manor, a 6th Grade Martial Artist, one of the top talents among the younger generation in the capital… had just been slapped in public by a universally acknowledged waste?
The overwhelming humiliation shattered his sanity in an instant!
“What are you all standing around for?! Get him! I want him dead! I want him to suffer a fate worse than death!”
Shen Yufeng roared at his attendants with a twisted, ferocious expression.
The attendants snapped out of their shock and charged toward Chu Feng with furious roars, their internal energy surging, their momentum terrifying.
However, they couldn’t even get within three meters of him.
A black phantom flickered past their eyes.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
Blinding cold flashes swept through at an extreme speed, accompanied by a series of dull, flesh-piercing sounds.
In the next moment, streams of blood sprayed into the air.
Before the attendants could even react, they all collapsed to the ground, eyes wide open… dead.
Deathly silence.
The entire arena froze, everyone staring in utter disbelief.
Shen Yufeng himself stood there, stunned beyond comprehension.
All of his attendants were at least 2nd Grade Martial Artists, with two of them even at the 6th Grade… yet they had been killed instantly?
Leng Yue glanced at Chu Feng. Her dagger, still dripping with blood, pointed at Shen Yufeng as she asked, “Heir, should I kill him?”
Chu Feng curled his lips. “Tear that filthy mouth of his apart so he stops spewing garbage everywhere.”
Shen Yufeng’s expression changed drastically. In the next instant, Leng Yue’s figure flickered, appearing right in front of him.
But at that moment, an elderly man over fifty suddenly appeared like a ghost, standing in front of Shen Yufeng. He said calmly, “Heir Chu, please give our Misty Rain Pavilion some face.”
Chu Feng’s gaze narrowed slightly as he sized up the man. “You’re from the Misty Rain Pavilion?”
“This old man is Xue Wansan, the manager of the Misty Rain Pavilion,” the elder replied with a gentle smile.
“Little brother, this one is no simple figure… he’s a Great Grandmaster,” Yao Ji’s voice echoed in Chu Feng’s mind.
Great Grandmaster!
Chu Feng’s heart tightened as he looked at Xue Wansan again.
Even a mere manager was a Great Grandmaster… the foundation of the Misty Rain Pavilion was truly unfathomable.
“Since Manager Xue has spoken, I’ll naturally give you face.” Chu Feng smiled faintly, as if the earlier bloodshed had nothing to do with him.
Then he turned to Da Hu, who was still standing there blankly, and waved. “You, follow me from now on. Let’s go.”
“Alright!” Da Hu scratched his head and nodded honestly, then strode after him.
Chu Feng left with Leng Yue and Da Hu, walking out in full view of everyone, completely unrestrained.
Only after their figures disappeared did Shen Yufeng finally come back to his senses.
He turned to Xue Wansan and shouted, “Manager Xue, I paid for that battle slave! Now he’s been taken right in front of everyone… and your Misty Rain Pavilion is just going to ignore it?!”
Xue Wansan looked at him indifferently. “Young Master Shen, this is a personal grievance between you and Heir Chu. Our Misty Rain Pavilion has no authority to interfere.”
Crack!
Shen Yufeng clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked. He stared in the direction Chu Feng had left, his eyes blazing with hatred as he ground out, “Chu Feng! If I don’t avenge this, I swear I’m not human!”
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Northern Suppression King’s Manor.
As soon as Chu Feng returned, he went straight to Uncle Fu.
“Uncle Fu, bring me all the cultivation resources in the manor’s treasury that can be used!”
“My father is gone. From now on, I have to carry this manor on my shoulders. If I don’t work hard in cultivation, how can I manage?” Chu Feng said seriously.
“Heir… you’ve come to your senses?”
Uncle Fu’s voice trembled with excitement. Though he found it hard to believe, he quickly wiped his tears and personally went to the treasury, bringing out all the cultivation resources the manor had accumulated over the years.
Afterward, he hurried to a study in the rear courtyard and reported the matter to Chu Tianyuan.
“What?”
Chu Tianyuan, who had been practicing calligraphy, was stunned when he heard the news.
“That brat… has he been possessed or something? Why would he suddenly want to cultivate?” Chu Tianyuan frowned deeply.
For years, he had tried every method, threats and incentives alike, to make that grandson cultivate, yet the boy refused stubbornly. And now… had the sun risen from the west?
“Patriarch, perhaps after experiencing the recent turmoil in the manor, the Heir has finally awakened,” Uncle Fu speculated.
“Sigh… too late.”
The light in Chu Tianyuan’s eyes dimmed as he let out a sigh. “I wonder how much longer this old body of mine can hold on…”
Cough! Cough! Cough!!!
He suddenly broke into a violent coughing fit, his face turning pale.
“Patriarch!” Uncle Fu’s expression changed drastically as he rushed forward.
Chu Tianyuan waved his hand. “Don’t worry. I won’t die just yet.”
“Oh right, in a few days it will be that brat’s wedding. Send a letter to Heavenly Sword Mountain. Qingge is his sister… she must not miss it.”
Uncle Fu nodded. “Understood!”
Meanwhile, Chu Feng looked at the mountain of pills and spiritual herbs piled before him and nodded in satisfaction.
He first selected a portion suitable for tempering the body and handed it to Da Hu. Then, he obtained a top-tier body cultivation technique from Yao Ji and passed it on to him, letting him cultivate on his own.
Afterward, Chu Feng returned to his room and closed the door.
With a thought, the Heaven-Burying Coffin within his sea of consciousness trembled slightly.
Buzz!
A dark, blood-colored light shot out from above his head, forming an invisible vortex before him.
The mountain of cultivation resources seemed to be drawn by an irresistible force and was instantly devoured into it.
Immediately after, streams of purified, refined energy flowed back out from the Heaven-Burying Coffin like a surging river, pouring wildly into Chu Feng’s limbs and bones.
Chu Feng instantly began circulating the Yin-Yang Creation Art, guiding this vast energy through his meridians. His aura began to rise at an astonishing speed.
He did not sleep the entire night.
At dawn the next day, just as the first light appeared, the once quiet Northern Suppression King’s Manor was suddenly filled with noise and cries.