Chapter 8

Chapter 18 Xiaofeng is so naughty, you can only play for ten minutes

Hearing the words of the bodyguard in the black suit, the City Lord of Haicheng flew into a rage, slamming his hand on the desk and roaring: "What?!" "That butcher is actually inside Zhou Ling's Villa?" "Damn Zhou Ling, all that pure and holy act of hers was just an act!" "Behind closed doors, she's actually doing such filthy things with a man!" "Bitch!" After cursing, the City Lord caught his breath, let out a long sigh, and muttered with deep regret: "If I'd known, I should have made my move earlier..." "Such a juicy, tender peach, and someone else picked it first!" "Utterly infuriating!" The bodyguard was struck speechless: "Lord City Lord..." "I don't think that's the main point here..." Only then did the City Lord of Haicheng snap back to reality. His eyes narrowed slightly as he asked in a deep voice: "What message did he tell you to bring?" Trembling with fear, the bodyguard in the black suit repeated Yun Feng's words word for word. The City Lord of Haicheng fell silent for a long moment, then laughed out of extreme anger: "Good, good, good." "I don't know who he is, but it looks like this fellow is determined to fight me to the bitter end?" "Having governed Haicheng for so many years, I've offended anywhere from eight hundred to a thousand people." "When have I ever been scared?" "Does he really think I was scared of his empty threats?" The City Lord of Haicheng mused aloud: "Even if this person has a Grandmaster hiding behind him, it's no big deal." "I've killed Grandmasters before!" Pondering for a moment, a flash of sinister malice crossed the City Lord's eyes, and he sneered: "I have it." "That brat slaughtered the Chen Family banquet hall and offended quite a few aristocratic families in Haicheng." "I don't even need to dirty my hands." "I just need to leak the news, and by tomorrow morning, the swarming aristocratic families will tear that brat—along with the Grandmaster behind him—to pieces!" The glamorous female secretary kneeling before the City Lord of Haicheng smiled seductively and flattered him: "Lord City Lord is brilliant!" With that, she eagerly bobbed her head down for another couple of goes. The City Lord of Haicheng felt even more exhilarated, as if he could already see that man dying a violent death on the spot. "Fine. Once you're dead, I'll take Zhou Ling for myself." "Turning a chaste wife into a young widow..." "Heh heh heh... Now that does have a unique flavor to it..." A lewd smile bloomed once more on the face of the City Lord of Haicheng. He picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Hello? Patriarch Wang." "Let me share some news with you. The culprit who slaughtered the Chen Family's engagement banquet and killed your daughter, son-in-law, and granddaughter has been found." "The address is..." "The culprit's strength?" The City Lord of Haicheng hesitated for a split second, then sneered: "Just an Eighth-Stage Martial Artist." The City Lord knew that if he announced the name of a Grandmaster, it would scare off some of the aristocratic families. By mentioning only an Eighth-Stage Martial Artist, by the time these families realized something was wrong, they would already be trapped in a quagmire beyond redemption. "Hello? Patriarch Ouyang..." "Hello? Patriarch Liu..." "Hello..." After making a dozen phone calls in a row, the City Lord of Haicheng felt all the more proud of his brilliant strategy. He laughed heartily, grabbed the cowering opera actress and female secretary huddled in the corner, and retreated into the bedroom for lascivious pleasure. ... Beneath the cover of night, undercurrents surged throughout the entire Haicheng! Yun Feng, however, gave these matters no thought at all. Having been disturbed from his slumber twice, Yun Feng no longer felt like sleeping. Free from the urge to sleep, the exquisitely beautiful Zhou Ling in his arms seemed all the more soul-stirring. Igniting all sorts of distracting thoughts in Yun Feng's heart. "Sigh... Sixth Senior Sister is truly my inner demon..." "If this goes on, will it add countless troubles to my future cultivation?" "Huh? Sixth Senior Sister is really getting bigger..." "Haven't seen her in a year, how did she grow so much?" "Tsk... So soft... Feels amazing." In her deep sleep, Zhou Ling let out a soft moan as Yun Feng kneaded her, whimpering in her dream: "Hateful!" "Didn't Xiaofeng promise not to..." "No... No matter what Xiaofeng says, no..." "Then... then just ten minutes..." "But you can only play for ten minutes!" "Wails... You're so bad..." Yun Feng: "..." He had underestimated Sixth Senior Sister's lethality after all... Having not seen her in over a year, Sixth Senior Sister was becoming more and more alluring... I can't take this anymore. I'm going to take a cold shower... Otherwise, I really might make a mistake tonight... I promised Sixth Senior Sister that I wouldn't bully her tonight... ... The night passed in the blink of an eye. By the early hours of the following morning.Yun Feng, who had been resting his eyes while leaning against the pillows, suddenly opened his eyes.

He could sense that a large crowd had gathered around Zhou Ling's Villa.

These people were completely silent, yet all of them carried a palpable murderous intent.

Clearly, they had come with malicious intent.

After running into each other on the streets, the various groups exchanged glances, showing no particular surprise at each other's presence.

Not a single person acted rashly; instead, they staked out every corner surrounding Zhou Ling's Villa.

Before coming, they had thought things through very carefully.

An Eighth-Stage Martial Artist had already transcended the ranks of ordinary people.

Though not considered a big fish in the eyes of wealthy families, they still required caution.

Ambushing the target, catching them off guard, and striking them down in a single wave was the wisest course of action.

Just as Yun Feng counted over a dozen different factions lying in ambush around the area, Zhou Ling let out a soft murmur in his arms and woke up from a damp, vivid dream.

Lifting her gaze to see Yun Feng, Zhou Ling's pretty face blushed for no reason, and she said softly:

"Good morning..."

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Yun Feng gave a helpless smile, shook his head, and said:

"Not really."

Zhou Ling was taken aback:

"Was the bed uncomfortable?"

Yun Feng stroked Zhou Ling's waterfall-like hair and smiled gently:

"How could that be? A bed with Sixth Senior Sister is the most comfortable bed in the world."

"It's just that there are a few too many flies buzzing around."

"I originally wanted to laze in bed with Senior Sister just like when we were little, before going to kick down the gates of the Li Family."

"What a shame..."

Zhou Ling instantly understood what was happening. Her lily-white fingers gently traced across Yun Feng's sturdy chest, and she spoke with a breath as fragrant as orchids:

"Business comes first."

"I'll stay in bed with you until noon tomorrow."

With that, Zhou Ling climbed out of Yun Feng's arms and began to dress.

Yun Feng rested his head on his arm, smiling as he watched Zhou Ling get dressed—a scene of exquisite beauty that could not possibly be shared with outsiders.

Once dressed, Zhou Ling looked back and chided playfully:

"Haven't you seen enough yet?"

Yun Feng shook his head and said earnestly:

"I wouldn't get enough of it even in my next life."

Blushing, Zhou Ling pulled Yun Feng's large hand and said:

"Come on, let's go watch Xiaofeng swat some flies!"

...

Countless gazes intersected and watched from the shadows.

The front gate of Zhou Ling's villa was suddenly pushed open from the inside.

"They're coming!" Everyone lying in ambush around the perimeter instantly perked up.

The high-stage martial artist retainers kept by these wealthy families each gripped their weapons tightly.

"Get ready."

"Once that Eighth-Stage Martial Artist comes out, catch him off guard and kill him on the spot!"

Some martial artist instructed his companions in an extremely low voice.

To everyone's utter surprise, however.

As the villa door opened, a young man with a sneering expression slowly walked out from inside.

He didn't look like he was caught off guard at all.

Refusing to step down from the threshold, Yun Feng cast a cold, disdainful glance in all directions, and his indifferent voice instantly echoed across the entire scene:

"Those of you looking for trouble, bring it on."

"Whether it's single combat or a brawl, I'll take all of you on..."

Chapter 19: Personal Grudge!

"However, let's get one thing straight first."

Yun Feng said calmly:

"You wealthy families of Haicheng previously had no grievance or enmity with me; there is no need for you to wade into this muddy water."

"And throw away a good life for nothing."

The people outside were clearly not from the same group.

After just a slight moment of thought, Yun Feng knew that this massive swarm of flies coming after him probably weren't people sent by the City Lord of Haicheng.

Yet, being able to appear here meant it was undoubtedly connected to the City Lord of Haicheng.

The disgusting nature of this City Lord of Haicheng...

was even worse than Yun Feng had anticipated.

The martial artists hiding in the surroundings were first startled to realize that Yun Feng had detected their presence.

Then, upon hearing Yun Feng's words, one martial artist directly stepped out with a sneer and rebuked:

"Audacious madman!"

"You slaughtered countless guests at the Chen Family's engagement banquet, and you still dare to tell us you have no grievance or enmity?"

"To tell you the truth, you've offended the wealthy families of Haicheng all at once this time!"

"Today, you will surely die!"

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately met with a chorus of responses:

"That's right! You're going to die!"

"We will never spare you!"

"My Ouyang Family's grandson is only six and a half years old! You monster, how could you bring yourself to do it?!"

Yun Feng let out a cold laugh and said apathetically:

"I only explain things once."

"At the engagement banquet, I only killed members of the Chen Family."

"All the other guests were shot dead on Chen Jin's orders."The surrounding martial artists were stunned at first, and then began to curse: "Bullshit!" "The Chen Family and our Ouyang Family are in-laws and have been on good terms for generations. How could they possibly kill the direct grandson of the Ouyang Family?" Other martial artists chimed in: "That's right! The Chen Family and our Wang Family have been trading partners for years. How could they ever make a move against us?" "Do you really expect us to believe your one-sided story?" "You're surrounded, you realize you can't run, you can't win, so you're resorting to such a cheap trick?" "Utterly ridiculous!" Yun Feng shrugged, shook his head, and said: "I have already explained the whole story." "If you keep hounding me..." "You are simply walking the path to your own destruction." "Don't blame me." Standing before the villa with his hands behind his back, Yun Feng spoke in an indifferent tone that resonated across the entire area: "If any of you want my life, come and get it." …… In the distance, atop a high-rise building. Four bodyguards in black suits stood on the rooftop. In the center sat an oversized lounge chair. Lounging in the chair was the obese City Lord of Haicheng. Holding a pair of binoculars, this Lord City Lord was observing the battle around Zhou Ling's Villa from afar. "They're fighting!" The City Lord of Haicheng slapped his thigh and roared excitedly: "This arrogant kid actually sensed it in advance, but he didn't even run?" "I saw at least three Grandmasters among the forces sent by the various wealthy families today, and there might even be more in hiding!" "Such terrifying power is more than enough to crush this kid and the Grandmaster behind him into dust!" A bodyguard in a black suit flattered him: "His Lordship is truly wise and formidable!" "Since this brat dared to set himself against Your Lordship, he deserves to be ground to dust!" …… In front of Zhou Ling's Villa, a cold, aged voice suddenly rang out across the clearing. "Young man, having spirit is a good thing." "But going too far is as bad as not going far enough." "This is the first time in all my years that I have seen a young man as vicious as you." "Utterly disgusting!" "I swear by my status as a Grandmaster that today, I will execute you!" "No matter who comes, they won't be able to stop me!" The speaker was an elderly man dressed in a coarse white robe. Standing behind Yun Feng, Zhou Ling drew a sharp breath: "This man is Ouyang Xing, the former head of the Ouyang Family..." "His strength, influence, and connections are top-tier in Haicheng." "The direct grandson of the Ouyang Family who died in the banquet hall was Ouyang Xing's most beloved descendant..." Among the several young martial artists gathered around the old man, one stepped forward, bowed to Ouyang Xing, and said: "Grandfather, a mere Eighth-Stage Martial Artist is not worth your time." "Let me teach this madman a lesson for you!" "And avenge my cousin's blood-soaked murder!" Ouyang Xing nodded slightly and said: "Very well, I will back you up." "Kill him without holding back! No need to show any restraint!" A gleam of excitement flashed in the young martial artist's eyes. In this battle, as long as he could cleanly and decisively kill the murderer, his and his parents' standing within the Ouyang Family would undoubtedly soar! In his eyes, it didn't matter what Yun Feng had done at all! Yun Feng wasn't a threat; he was a golden opportunity wrapped in wealth! With a fierce stomp, the young martial artist leaped forward, a murderous glare bursting from his eyes. Staring down Yun Feng not far away, he shouted: "My name is Ouyang Muyi, and my hands do not slay the nameless!" "You villain, state your name!" "So that my kill might have some flavor to it!" Yun Feng smiled faintly: "Yun Feng of the Yun Family." At these words, everyone present froze. The younger ones had never even heard of the "Yun Family." Among the older ones, however, several high-ranking individuals turned pale. "The Yun Family?" "That Yun Family that was wiped out seven years ago?" "Could someone have actually survived?" Listening to the whispers around him, Yun Feng nodded and said: "Indeed, that very same Yun Family!" …… Far away on the rooftop, the City Lord of Haicheng was holding his binoculars, his face previously radiant with extreme excitement. Hearing Yun Feng state his background, the excitement on his face instantly froze. A moment later, it completely collapsed. The City Lord's face darkened by the shade, and his bulky body slowly hoisted itself out of the lounge chair. "The Yun Family's Yun Feng?" There was even a trace of trembling in the City Lord's voice. "How is this possible... Wasn't he dead?" "The events of back then involved too many powerful interests. If he isn't dead, this Haicheng is bound to suffer a massive earthquake..." "Even my position as City Lord might not remain secure..." Panicking for a moment, the City Lord of Haicheng took two deep breaths to quickly calm himself. A vicious glare flashed across his face as he sneered: "Still, given the lineup today, I suppose this brat Yun Feng won't survive anyway." "After he's dead, I can go and offer a humble apology with a rod bound to my back." "Better late than never; that person... shouldn't make things too difficult for me." …… Ouyang Muyi burst into laughter: "Oh? Your family was slaughtered seven years ago, you say?" "How gratifying!" "Must feel pretty terrible without parents, huh?" "No worries, though—I'll be sending you to join your dead parents very soon!" A sharp, piercing glare suddenly flashed in Yun Feng's eyes! No one was permitted to insult his parents, absolutely no one! "Very well, now you and I have a personal score to settle." Yun Feng extended a single finger, crooked it slightly at Ouyang Muyi, and flashed a smile brimming with murder as he said: "Make your move." Ouyang Muyi slammed his foot into the ground with a thunderous crash, his entire body launching toward Yun Feng like a cannonball! This punch possessed peerless momentum! A chorus of cheers erupted from the onlookers: "Truly worthy of the most talented martial artist of the Ouyang Family's younger generation!" "This punch has already captured the true essence of a martial artist!" "This remnant of the Yun Family probably won't even survive a single blow!" Facing Ouyang Muyi's formidable punch, Yun Feng's expression remained completely placid. He simply reached out a hand and grabbed Ouyang Muyi's fist. Seeing Yun Feng's move, the surrounding martial artists exchanged whispers, mocking him for being overly arrogant and utterly ridiculous. However, the faces of the several Grandmasters present flashed with strange expressions. In their eyes, Yun Feng's movement was like an inescapable net, enveloping all of Ouyang Muyi's offensive momentum within it. A stifling sense of oppression involuntarily rose in the hearts of the Grandmasters. It felt as though if they were in that position, no matter what, they wouldn't be able to land that punch! The Grandmasters exchanged dark glances, reading the heavy solemnity in each other's eyes. This kid Yun Feng was no ordinary opponent. His martial arts realm might not necessarily be extremely high, but his technique had truly reached the pinnacle of perfection. With just this single move, the claim that he could fight opponents of a higher rank was by no means an empty boast! "To dare act so arrogant in Haicheng, he really is no pushover. He has grounds for his pride..." Ouyang Xing thought to himself: "However, as the saying goes, a tall tree catches the wind; a young man who doesn't know how to lie low and bide his time won't live long..." "Though Yun Feng's technique is strong, Muyi has me backing him up and his confidence is soaring. He can serve to test this brat Yun Feng's true depth..." On the other side, faced with Yun Feng's outstretched hand, Ouyang Muyi's expression also shifted drastically. Fighting head-on, Ouyang Muyi could feel the profound subtlety of that move better than anyone. Clearly, he could see Yun Feng's technique, yet he had no idea how to counter it! "Crack!" With a soft sound, Ouyang Muyi's fist landed squarely in Yun Feng's palm! The terrifying brute strength capable of tearing tigers and leopards apart vanished into Yun Feng's palm like a mud ox entering the sea. It didn't kick up the slightest ripple! It didn't even force Yun Feng to take half a step back! "How is this possible?!" Ouyang Muyi roared in disbelief, instinctively yanking his fist back.Yun Feng sneered, loosening his grip and allowing Ouyang Muyi to stumble backward a full zhang (about three meters). Ouyang Xing's voice rang in Ouyang Muyi's ear: "If I'm not mistaken, this is a defensive technique." "This Yun Feng may have inherited some genuine teachings, leaving him completely flawless." "But as they say, a prolonged defense will inevitably lead to a mistake. Don't be afraid, keep attacking!" "Grandfather is backing you up, you won't be in danger." Hearing Ouyang Xing's voice, Ouyang Muyi's confidence solidified instantly! "Prepare to die, you thief!" Roaring furiously, Ouyang Muyi sprang up and kicked straight toward Yun Feng's chest and abdomen! Snap! With another soft sound, Yun Feng steadily caught the kick, remaining completely calm and breezy. Continuing his relentless offensive, Ouyang Muyi spun around and threw a haymaker hook! Snap! Yun Feng caught it casually in his hand. Ouyang Muyi drove his knee upward in a strike! Snap! With a single light push of his palm, Yun Feng dissolved Ouyang Muyi's attack into nothingness. As Ouyang Muyi continued his barrage of attacks against Yun Feng, the expressions of the three Grandmasters slowly turned grim. This Yun Feng...