The young man in the brocade robe stomped his foot, his fist stirring up a fierce gust.
He saw that the young man wasn't even giving him a chance to explain before attacking. Moreover, he showed no restraint whatsoever, striking with lethal force!
Hong Yu was exasperated…
'What did I do wrong?'
'Absolutely nothing!'
'All I did was return in the sa chariot as Beichen Celestial Frost, and that makes her secret lover?'
'Besides…'
'How the hell did you only see and completely ignore Little Feng in there? If I really had so kind of special relationship with Beichen Celestial Frost, why would I bring a kid along as a third wheel?'
Annoyed, Hong Yu retreated a step to dodge the young man's fist. "Friend, you've misunderstood," he said. "I have no relationship with Miss Beichen."
But the young man in the brocade robe completely ignored him. "Bullshit! Who doesn't know Tianshuang never lets anyone near her chariot? Forget you, even her own brother Beichen Ba has never ridden with her. I've been pursuing her for five whole years and I've never even lifted her curtain! Who the hell do you think you are, daring to sit in her chariot? I'll kill you!"
The young man in the brocade robe roared madly.
Hong Yu could now see the situation clearly.
This young man was just a kid consud by jealousy. Trying to reason with him at a ti like this was completely pointless.
'With soone this blinded by jealousy, the only way to deal with him is to cool him off!'
"Push it any further, and I won't be so polite!" Hong Yu's gaze grew cold.
The young man's handso features twisted in a snarl. "Not so polite?" he raged. "In the entire vast Qin Kingdom, I refuse to believe anyone would dare be impolite to !"
"Dragon Overlord Fist!"
Cyan Elental Power condensed on his fists. As it flowed, it surged and ford the phantom of a fist that looked like a ferocious dragon's head.
This punch was even stronger than the last.
His first attack had just been a common fist technique, but after Hong Yu dodged it so easily, he had gained so respect for his opponent's strength. He knew a normal attack would be useless, so this ti he was using a Martial Skill.
Beichen Celestial Frost's delicate brows twitched, and a hint of worry crossed her exquisite face. "Hong Yu, be careful! The Dragon Overlord Fist is a Mortal Level High-Grade Martial Skill. It's incredibly aggressive and fierce."
'A Mortal Level High-Grade Martial Skill!'
Hong Yu also frowned slightly.
If a Martial Skill of this grade were in the Fengyue Kingdom, it would be considered top-tier. Even the most powerful Martial Skills accessible to so Elders of the Cyan Nether Sword Sect were only of this Level.
Yet this young man was using a Mortal Level High-Grade technique right off the bat!
'It's just as I'd expect from the Qin Kingdom, the strongest of the Southern Ten Nations Alliance…' Hong Yu couldn't help but think with so admiration.
As Hong Yu was lost in thought, the young man's expression grew even more unsightly. "Damn it! Tianshuang actually cares that much about this pretty boy? I'm going to kill you! No one is taking Tianshuang from ! No one…"
The Elental Power within the young man surged.
The power of his strike rose another notch.
After dodging several more blows, Hong Yu finally planted his foot. He stomped down hard, his toes digging into the ground like steel spikes. With a twitch of his ankle…
BANG! The hard ground exploded, creating a half-foot-deep crater and sending dirt and broken flagstones flying. As Hong Yu spun, his arm shot out. His fingers splayed, fiery red energy roiling in his palm as he reached for the young man.
"You dare to clash with head-on without using any Martial Skill? You're courting death!"
The young man in the brocade robe sneered.
But a mont later, his expression changed completely…
"How is this possible?"
The young man stared, stunned. The ferocious dragon head ford by his rampaging Mortal Level High-Grade Martial Skill had co to a dead stop with a THUD the mont it touched Hong Yu's hand. His punch, carrying a force of tens of thousands of pounds—enough to topple a thick city wall—had been blocked so effortlessly by Hong Yu.
A cold look appeared on Hong Yu's face.
He tightened his fingers slightly.
"CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!"
Dense, spiderweb-like cracks began to spread across the cyan dragon head ford from Elental Power.
"BOOM!"
With a flick of Hong Yu's wrist, the youth's Dragon Overlord Fist completely collapsed.
He shot his hand forward and seized the young man's fist.
"Get lost!"
A playful smirk touched Hong Yu's lips. With a low grunt, he yanked his arm, sending the young man in the brocade robe flying through the air to crash heavily onto the ground.
Dazed and disoriented, the young man stared blankly at Hong Yu. "This… this is impossible…"
Hong Yu said flatly, "Nothing is impossible!"
"Brother, you're so amazing!"
Little Feng ca bouncing over, his excited little face flushed red.
Hong Yu smiled and pinched Little Feng's cheek. "If you think I'm so amazing, you can learn from when you grow up!"
"Yeah! I want to be as strong as Brother!"
Little Feng waved his small fists and nodded seriously.
Hong Yu couldn't help but smile.
An unusual light flickered in Beichen Celestial Frost's clear eyes. She sized up Hong Yu and Little Feng, her thoughts impossible to read.
"Bastard, this is impossible, absolutely impossible…"
The young man in the brocade robe sprang to his feet and charged again, his aura murderous.
"Annoying!"
With a cold shout, Hong Yu kicked out, striking the young man square in the abdon and sending him flying twenty or thirty ters before he crashed to the ground. Hong Yu rubbed his nose and said angrily, "You'd better stay down. Push your luck again, and I'll crush your balls next ti."
"I… I…"
The young man shuddered. Under Hong Yu's cold, sharp gaze, he felt a chill between his legs.
His angry gaze swept back and forth between Hong Yu and Beichen Celestial Frost. He spat fiercely, pointing at Hong Yu. "You just wait! I'll get you back for this sooner or later." He looked at Beichen Celestial Frost. "Tianshuang, listen to ! You're mine, and no one can take you away!"
"Still spouting nonsense?"
Hong Yu made a move as if to give chase.
The young man's legs went weak. He stumbled and fell, then scrambled away pathetically on his hands and knees.
Little Feng covered his mouth and giggled. "Brother, he looks like a beaten dog!"
Hong Yu rubbed his chin. "He really does!"
The two of them, one big and one small, exchanged a look and burst into mischievous laughter.
Beichen Celestial Frost frowned at the sight. She sighed, her tone troubled. "You may have had your fun, but do you realize you've just stirred up a huge ss for yourself?"
"Trouble?"
Hong Yu looked at her.
Beichen Celestial Frost gave a bitter smile. "That man is nad Qin Mufeng. He's the youngest Prince of the Royal Family. You've offended him today. You're probably going to have no end of trouble in the Royal Capital from now on."
"Youngest Prince? From the Royal Family? Shit…"
Hong Yu rolled his eyes, speechless.
'The whole reason I ca to the Qin Kingdom was to figure out a way to get the *Celestial Soul Nine Refinents* from the Qin Royal Family!'
'This entire journey, I've been racking my brain trying to figure out how to get on the Royal Family's good side so I could ask for the *Celestial Soul Nine Refinents*.'
'And what happens instead…'
'Before I've even taken a single step, I've already beaten up the youngest Prince and sohow beco his romantic rival?'
'What in the world am I supposed to do now?!'
Hong Yu hung his head and shot a resentful look at Beichen Celestial Frost.
This look was enough to make the great Miss Beichen of the Beichen Family, one of the four great beauties of the Royal Capital, blush beet red. Annoyed and embarrassed, she flicked her sleeves, took Little Feng by the hand, and marched toward the Beichen Mansion.
Helpless, Hong Yu could only follow.
From the snippets of conversation in the chariot earlier, Hong Yu had already deduced that Little Feng's real na was Beichen Feng, and that he was the son of Beichen Ba, the current Patriarch of the Beichen Family.
Many years ago, Beichen Ba and Bai Wanting were in love and had reached the stage of discussing marriage.
But a sudden turn of events forced the loving couple to separate.
To preserve his family's legacy, Beichen Ba was forced to marry Wang Fei, the eldest daughter of another powerful Noble Family. Shortly after the wedding, Beichen Ba learned that Bai Wanting, a commoner, was pregnant with his child. He wanted to bring her into the Beichen Family, but Wang Fei vehently opposed the idea.
She even went so far as to use the power of the Wang Family to threaten Beichen Ba.
What's more, she secretly dispatched assassins to slaughter Bai Wanting's entire family.
Fortunately, Beichen Ba got word and arrived just in ti. However, he was only able to save Bai Wanting herself. He secretly arranged for the pregnant woman to leave the Royal Capital.
Heartbroken and disillusioned, Bai Wanting wanted nothing more to do with the Beichen Family.
Thus, she raised Little Feng on her own, the two of them relying on each other.
If not for contracting a terminal illness over a year ago and knowing she didn't have much ti left, she would never have let Little Feng return here.
'Another one of these cliché Noble Family dramas,' Hong Yu thought, gazing at the enormous Beichen Mansion. 'And from the sound of it, that so-called Wang Fei despises Little Feng. I wonder if coming back here is a good thing for him or not…'
The world often only sees the hustle, bustle, and glamour outside the gates of great houses.
Few know of the scheming and bloodshed that fills the courtyards within.
Even with Beichen Celestial Frost's support, Little Feng would likely find it difficult to receive the treatnt he deserved in the Beichen Family.
Just as Hong Yu expected, when Beichen Celestial Frost brought Little Feng back to the family grounds, all the servants and attendants along the way lowered their heads, not even offering a single greeting. Beichen Celestial Frost seed accustod to the servants' indifference and rudeness. Expressionless, she led Little Feng towards her own courtyard.
Just as they passed through the main courtyard and were heading towards the rear courtyard, two basins of foul, stinking water were suddenly thrown from behind the courtyard gate, splashing towards Little Feng.
"Hmph!"
Quick as a flash, Hong Yu thrust out his palm.
The stinking water was blocked by an invisible force and splashed onto the ground.
"Who did this?"
Beichen Celestial Frost's face turned icy as she demanded an answer.
"Oh my, Young Miss, I am so terribly sorry! This old servant didn't see that you had returned. My deepest apologies!"
An old woman, garishly made-up and flamboyantly dressed, walked out from the courtyard gate.
She wore a false smile. Although she was apologizing, the look in her eyes was one of brazen confidence, with not a hint of actual regret. She sized up Little Feng, crying "Oh my!" as she ca forward. Her fat, fleshy hands pinched and kneaded his cheeks.
She glanced sideways at Beichen Celestial Frost. "So this is that whore Bai Wanting's… ah, my mistake, the Patriarch and Bai Wanting's little bastard? Oh, listen to my mouth, I an the young master? Tsk, tsk, so adorable. Just look at this little face…"
The old woman squeezed Little Feng's face with considerable force. His fair cheeks flushed crimson, and his eyes welled with tears as he struggled not to cry out in pain.
But the little one was perceptive. He had noticed so things on the way here and knew that Beichen Celestial Frost's position in the family might be awkward. He bit his lip and didn't make a sound.
The old servant grew even more brazen. "Oh? Why isn't the little bastard… ah, I an, the young master saying anything? Is he mute?" Her eyes glinted with scorn and mockery as her hands pinched him even more cruelly.
Tears rolled down the poor little fellow's cheeks.
Beichen Celestial Frost's face was a mask of icy rage, but she seed to be holding back, unable to say a word.
She was clearly hesitant to intervene, and Little Feng, worried about causing trouble for his aunt, could only endure.
But there was one person present who had no reason to fear anyone.
The corners of his lips curved upward into a dangerous smile…
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