With a sigh, Tong Lian said, "How about this, I will arrange for soone to take care of him these next few days. Once he wakes up, just let him leave."
Hearing her father’s words, Tong Wanqiu nodded in agreent, as she also understood that what her father said made sense.
She knew nothing about this person, had no clue about his background; indeed, it wouldn’t be appropriate to keep him at the Tong Residence.
Thereupon, the father and daughter administered a Spirit Netherworld Pill to Lin Feng and arranged for a servant to watch over him before they left.
Two days slowly passed, and after two days, the fingers of Lin Feng, who was lying in bed, trembled slightly.
The next mont, Lin Feng’s eyes suddenly sprung open.
Swoosh!
The recently awakened Lin Feng sprang up abruptly, his first thought being that this place was dangerous and he must not stay long.
But as he took in his surroundings, he was montarily taken aback.
Looking around, he found himself in a rather lavishly decorated room, lying on a soft large bed. In the room, there was also a servant cleaning, who was now staring at him dumbfounded.
What’s going on? Why am I here? Where is this?
A stream of questions bubbled up in Lin Feng’s mind. His thoughts traced back to being pursued by a mber of the Dynasty, Pang He, while on the run, and then coming across a large river.
As he was about to plunge into the river, Pang He struck with a fist emblazoned with imnse Fist Power that could easily shatter a mountain summit.
Even though he employed the strongest move in his Divine Wind Sword Technique, the Divine Wind Absolute Kill, he was still no match and was severely injured by the punch, losing consciousness soon after, with no knowledge of subsequent events!
"Where is this?"
Lin Feng looked at the servant in the room and asked.
The servant, startled by the sudden leap of Lin Feng, snapped out of it and said, "This is the Tong Residence!"
"The Tong Residence?"
Lin Feng was perplexed and asked, "Where is the Tong Residence?"
"The Tong Residence is, of course, in Moyu City!" replied the servant.
Lin Feng was even more puzzled. What Tong Residence? What Moyu City? He had never heard of them!
"In which country is Moyu City? How did I end up here?"
Lin Feng asked again.
"Moyu City is of course in the Great Qing Nation. Are you not a person of the Great Qing Nation?"
The servant replied, "You were unconscious and injured; it was our Young Miss who saved you and brought you here."
Hearing this, Lin Feng nodded, surprised that he had ended up in the Great Qing Nation, seemingly carried by the river’s flow after he lost consciousness!
After a while, Lin Feng checked his internal injuries and imdiately furrowed his brows deeply.
At this mont, his internal organs had sustained damage to varying degrees, with many areas even cracked by the shock.
Such severe injuries would have spelled imdiate death for any Qi Refining Martial Artist within monts, but fortunately, Lin Feng’s cultivation was not weak, and such injuries were not a huge problem for him. He could fully recover in a maximum of ten days.
Had Lin Feng’s flesh not been strong with formidable defensive abilities, he probably would have been dead beyond any doubt!
"That Pang He’s cultivation must be at the Earth Martial Master Third Layer; his strength is incredibly formidable!"
Lin Feng murmured to himself. Pang He’s strength seed only one layer higher than Qi Feiyu, but the difference in their strength was drastic; Pang He’s strength was more than ten tis that of Qi Feiyu.
Lin Feng also knew that the further along the path of martial arts, the gap between each layer of cultivation would beco increasingly wider, but this gap... wasn’t it just a bit too big?
"Pang He’s strength is likely far stronger than that of an ordinary Earth Martial Master Third Layer Martial Artist!"
Lin Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly, a cold light flickering within as he thought to himself: "Pang He, when I return, I shall kill you!"
Pang He had made it onto Lin Feng’s list of people that must be killed!
After a short while, Lin Feng suppressed the murderous intent in his heart and looked towards the servant, asking again: "Where is your young mistress?"
Lin Feng was preparing to leave the Tong Residence. He was a stranger to the Tong Family mbers, and naturally, it was inconvenient for him to stay there to heal his injuries for long.
Of course, since the young mistress of the Tong Family had saved his life, out of both emotion and reason, he wanted to personally express his gratitude.
"The young mistress seems to be at the family’s Martial Arts Arena right now!"
The servant said.
Lin Feng nodded and thanked the servant with a gesture of his fist: "Please bother brother to lead the way."
Thereupon, led by this servant, Lin Feng made his way towards the Tong Family’s Martial Arts Arena.
...
Today, the Tong Family’s Martial Arts Arena was extrely lively.
At this mont, a Battle Platform was erected in the center of the Martial Arts Arena, and beneath it, three to four hundred juniors from the Tong Family were gathered, with Tong Wanqiu, Liang Yao, Xiao Qing, and others among them.
On the periphery of the Martial Arts Arena, two high stands were set up. One stand was filled with high-ranking mbers of the Tong Family, including the Tong Family Head Tong Lian and a dozen Tong Family Elders seated there.
Similarly, on the other stand, there sat a dozen people, both middle-aged and elderly, all with profound gazes and powerful auras, in no way inferior to the senior mbers of the Tong Family.
"Tong Family Head, since everyone has arrived, let’s begin the challenge!"
At this ti, a middle-aged man seated in the central position on the other stand spoke to Tong Lian.
This middle-aged man was very tall, but thin like a bamboo pole, with a haggard face that gave off an ominous feeling.
This person was the Family Head of another great family in Moyu City, the Weng Family Head, Weng Zhen.
Hearing Weng Zhen’s words, Tong Lian nodded and said: "Then, let’s begin!"
As soon as these words were spoken, from behind Weng Zhen, a tall and thin young man wearing a large blue robe stepped forward.
The young man had an arrogant expression. With one step, he soared and landed on the Battle Platform at the center of the Martial Arts Arena.
Imdiately after, the young man turned his head to look at Tong Wanqiu standing below, his eyes emitting a lustful light as he smiled: "Sister Qiu’er, I hope the words you’ve spoken won’t be reneged upon. If I succeed, let’s get engaged right away!"
Upon hearing the other party affectionately calling her Qiu’er, Tong Wanqiu felt a wave of disgust in her heart and frowned: "You simply don’t have what it takes, so it’s best not to waste your effort!"
At this mont, Tong Wanqiu was feeling very helpless. The young man on the Battle Platform was nad Weng Kuwu, the only son of the Weng Family Head, Weng Zhen.
Weng Kuwu was extrely talented, having reached the Ninth Layer of the Great Martial Master at just twenty-one years old, renowned throughout thousands of miles around Moyu City.
Weng Kuwu had always been pursuing Tong Wanqiu. If other young talents pursued Tong Wanqiu earnestly, she might consider them, but she was utterly unwilling to entertain Weng Kuwu.
Almost everyone in Moyu City knew that although Weng Kuwu had exceptional talent, he was lascivious by nature, having caused misery to countless young won.
Tong Wanqiu had no intention of considering such a person.
But with his strong abilities, Weng Kuwu relentlessly pursued her, causing Tong Wanqiu endless annoyance.
Yesterday, Weng Kuwu boasted in front of Tong Wanqiu, claiming that his strength was enough to sweep through all the masters of the Tong Family, showing a contemptuous attitude that completely disregarded the juniors of the Tong Family.
In a fit of anger, Tong Wanqiu entered into a bet with Weng Kuwu—if he could indeed sweep through all the Tong Family juniors, she would entertain the thought of marrying him.
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