Fungling County, in the Feeng Family’s Courtyard.
Indeed, Sect Leader Qi Hongwu of Tiejian Sect didn’t deceive Feeng Chan. Shortly after Ling Feng and others were put under house arrest in the courtyard, he brought the Feeng Family Patriarch to reunite with Feeng Chan and her father.
However, the Feeng Family Patriarch looked...
Quite bad, to say the least!
A haggard middle-aged man, staggering with each step, was slowly brought into the courtyard under the escort of several Tiejian Sect disciples.
His skin was sallow, eyes sunken, entire eyeballs engorged with blood vessels, and each breath seed to be expending life itself.
This appearance was utterly inconceivable for Ling Feng to associate with the mighty patriarch of such a large family, a Human Emperor-level powerhouse.
"Father! How have you beco like this!"
Feeng Chan rushed forward to support her father, tears brimming in her eyes.
In less than ten days, her father had been tornted to this state!
The Feeng Family Patriarch’s eyes moved slightly, focusing on Feeng Chan’s face; his entire body trembled.
"Chan... Chan’er..." The Feeng Patriarch lifted his hand with difficulty, cupping Feeng Chan’s cheeks, then frantically broke free from the grip of the two Tiejian Sect disciples, growling: "Why... return! Why... co back!"
"Hmph, old thing!"
One of the Tiejian Sect disciples kicked the Feeng Patriarch’s back, snorting coldly: "Old thing, looks like you haven’t suffered enough!"
"Hey, Junior Brother Liu, tis have changed. Soon Second Miss Feeng will beco the Sect Leader’s twelfth concubine, this Old Master Feeng is then the Sect Leader’s father-in-law, we mustn’t be rude to the Sect Leader’s father-in-law!"
While speaking, the disciple sneered as he stomped heavily on the Feeng Patriarch’s face.
To trample on a Human Emperor, that feeling couldn’t be more satisfying!
"Does it feel good to stomp?"
Unnoticed, a purple shadow drifted by, and the two Tiejian Sect disciples abruptly turned around to see a handso young man standing behind them, catching their shoulders left and right.
"Kid, you looking for death!"
The Tiejian Sect disciple cursed: "Seems you haven’t realized your situation! How dare you speak to like that!"
"Smack!"
A loud slap sent the Tiejian Sect disciple flying, all his teeth completely knocked out.
The other Tiejian Sect disciple’s pupils contracted; he hastily stepped back a few paces, threatening sternly: "Kid, you’d better recognize the situation!"
"Situation my ass!"
Ling Feng struck with a slap right on the Tiejian disciple’s forehead; in an instant, the disciple only saw stars, bleeding from his seven openings, felt his vision blacken, and then nothing.
"Arrogant fool!"
Ling Feng snorted lightly, turning his gaze to the Feeng Patriarch. In his eyes was pain, regret, and even a hint of despair, as if wishing to end it all.
Such a mighty Human Emperor reduced to this; no wonder he wished for death.
That Sect Leader of Tiejian, or rather Sky Net Elder, indeed had so ans. No wonder he managed to control the entire Feeng Family in such a short ti.
"Well done!"
Fatty Huang clenched his fist tightly, witnessing the once-glorious Feeng Family now dominated by a small Tiejian Sect, undeniably a great irony.
Ling Feng exhaled deeply, crouched down, and placed a hand on the Feeng Patriarch’s wrist, frowning slightly.
The poison afflicting the Feeng Patriarch was exceptionally severe, if left untreated, the Feeng Patriarch probably wouldn’t survive another month.
His current condition seed even more severe than Sect Leader Yue Zhonglian of Cangqiong Sect was at his worst.
"Father..."
Feeng Chan cried, looking at her father, her heart aching. This was no longer the heroic father she rembered.
"I’m sorry... Chan’er... Before, your father... also... was against my will, completely beyond control..."
The Feeng Patriarch spoke intermittently, Feeng Chan rely nodded while sobbing, "I know, Chan’er knows. Father, don’t speak anymore, Chan’er will find a way to save you! I’ll beg that Tiejian Sect Leader for the antidote!"
"No... no!"
The Feeng Patriarch hurriedly grabbed Feeng Chan, "Cannot, absolutely... cannot!"
"But, father, you..." Feeng Chan’s eyes were red from crying, feeling utterly powerless.
Brother was missing, father had fallen, who else could she rely on?
"With here, there’s no need to beg that old bastard, otherwise my title as the Heir of dical Saint might as well be relinquished!"
Ling Feng gently pressed Feeng Chan’s shoulder, speaking in a deep voice: "Second Miss, please be calm first. Although your father’s poisoning is severe, it doesn’t pose a problem for ."
Both the Feeng Patriarch and Feeng Chan looked to Ling Feng, doubting he could neutralize such a potent poison that even a Human Emperor couldn’t suppress.
Furthermore, what does it an, Heir of dical Saint?
The Feeng Patriarch stared blankly at Ling Feng, tremblingly asked: "Young master, I’m aware of my condition. If you wish to aid the Feeng Family, take Chan’er and leave, escape as far... as possible. If you care... care for Chan’er, then marry her, and take care... care of her for life..."
"Cough, cough..."
Ling Feng’s face flushed; this man was truly nearing his end, clearly settling his affairs.
"Feeng Patriarch, if I say I can save you, then I can save you. As for Second Miss, it’s best for you to personally care for her."
Ling Feng shook his head with a wry smile. People these days seem to want to beco his father-in-law for no reason...
However, it was evident the Feeng Patriarch truly adored his daughter, willing to sacrifice his life to ensure her safety.
On that basis alone, the Feeng Patriarch was worth saving.
"Young Master Ling, do you really..." Feeng Chan looked at Ling Feng skeptically, though Ling Feng previously ntioned he could attempt to heal her father, the severity of her father’s condition was beyond her expectations.
"Worth a try."
Ling Feng shook his head, realizing people no longer trust honesty, so he must be modest.
Otherwise, if he claid a hundred percent certainty, others would think he’s bluffing!
After all, seeing is believing.
"Sigh..."
The Feeng Patriarch evidently held no hope for Ling Feng but had to grasp at straws; if a slim chance existed, even restoring a bit of cultivation, he would risk his life to escape control of the Tiejian Sect Leader and get his daughter out of danger.
His eldest son Feeng Yan was already trapped on Tianluo Island; the final outco likely was unavoidable death. He didn’t want his only daughter to risk dying in vain.
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