The evening sun set in the west, Shi Feng returned to Xiuling Village as dusk approached.
Because his black horse had gone missing during the scuffle with the Hai Family, Shi Feng had run back at top speed. Starting from today, he would focus on refining his body and enhancing its strength.
It wasn’t until the entrance of the village that Shi Feng finally stopped running and strolled leisurely toward his ho.
At this ti, on the road, there were groups of villagers walking back in pairs and threes from the fields.
However, when these villagers saw Shi Feng, they all avoided him like the plague, keeping their distance.
A senior farr hastily held back his young grandson who was walking towards Shi Feng. The boy, puzzled, turned his head to look at his grandfather and asked, "What’s wrong, Grandpa?"
"Didn’t you see him?" the old farr pointed at Shi Feng, whispering to his grandson.
"Eh? Isn’t that Shi Feng? We used to play together when we were kids, and we got along pretty well. I haven’t seen much of him in the past few years since I’ve been working in the fields with you. What’s happened to him, Grandpa?" The boy’s honest face revealed his confusion as he questioned the old farr.
The senior farr continued to whisper in his grandson’s ear, "Silly boy, you’re clueless, aren’t you? This kid is a violent maniac; just last night, many people in the village were beaten by him, and they still can’t get out of bed! I’ve even heard that he broke the village chief’s arms. You’d better stay away from him. One wrong move and he might cripple you too."
"No way! Has he really beco that powerful? I rember when other village kids bullied him, it was who helped him out." The boy was skeptical.
"If I ever find out you’ve been close to him again, I’ll break your legs myself," the old farr threatened.
As people on the road saw Shi Feng, there were many whispers about him, and no shortage of people gave him nicknas like "violent maniac" and "Madman Shi." Even if Shi Feng heard them, he couldn’t care less, as long as they didn’t provoke him or his family, they could say whatever they wanted.
He and they belonged to two different worlds. He was pursuing the ultimate Martial Arts; this village was just a temporary stopping point, and he would inevitably leave.
However, at the turnoff to his ho, Shi Feng saw two young figures from afar, waiting, it seed, for him.
"Shi Feng, you coward, you finally dared to co back." From a distance, Shi Feng heard a sharp shout, and his head ached at the sound. After a tiring day, he had wanted to return ho for a good rest, but now trouble had co knocking again. It seed endless.
He could easily kill them, but he feared it would tarnish his true identity if people found out; Emperor Nine Nether, slaying over being rejected by a butcher’s daughter. That was sothing he would not be able to wash away even if he jumped into the Yellow River.
And such rumors spread extraordinarily fast on Tianheng Continent; a whisper to ten and ten to a hundred people, until the story was twisted beyond recognition.
The person who had shouted was none other than the village beauty, the first beauty of Xiuling Village, Li Ru, the daughter of Butcher Li.
Li Ru’s delicate face was full of pride and arrogance, and right now, she believed that as long as the man by her side was there, she had nothing to fear, even if the sky fell, much less in teaching a village youth a lesson.
Yang Zhong, though born into a poor family on the outskirts of Moon City, stumbled upon a Jade Scroll while playing in the mountains at the age of seven. Little did he know, the Jade Scroll he picked up contained a Martial Arts Technique for cultivation.
From then on, Yang Zhong cultivated according to the Technique recorded in the Jade Scroll. As he grew older, he increasingly realized the importance of Martial Arts Techniques. Only by becoming a Martial Artist could he shed his commoner status, stand out among his peers, and marry a beautiful wife.
Afterward, Yang Zhong’s dedication to Martial Arts cultivation grew even stronger. At the age of eighteen this year, he finally stepped into the Martial Warrior Realm, becoming a true Martial Artist, and was hailed as a prodigy who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the scions of the Four Great Families in Moon City.
But Yang Zhong firmly believed that he was the number one genius among the youths of Moon City. His Martial Arts achievents today were all due to his own hard work, unwavering willpower, and talent.
Those so-called geniuses from the Four Great Families were nothing more than the product of their families’ abundant resources.
Dressed in a flowing white robe, Yang Zhong stood beside Li Ru. He tilted his head slightly, hands clasped behind his back, the very picture of a young master.
Li Ru pointed at Shi Feng, who was walking towards them, and said to Yang Zhong, "Brother Zhong, that’s him, the one who bullied this morning."
The corners of Yang Zhong’s mouth turned up in disdain, as he spoke in a tone that was both self-mocking and doting, "I never thought there would co a day when I would have to lift a finger against these commoner rabble for the sake of a little lass like you."
"Hehe, I knew you were the best, Brother Zhong," Li Ru giggled, resting her head gently on Yang Zhong’s shoulder, her eyes playful as she watched Shi Feng drawing closer.
Just another Martial Warrior trash, Shi Feng quickened his steps, eager to dispense with these nuisances and head ho.
Watching Shi Feng approach, Yang Zhong turned his head and deeply inhaled the fragrance of Li Ru’s hair. Then, shifting his shoulders, he slowly moved away from Li Ru’s adorable head and, with hands behind his back, walked step by step towards Shi Feng.
"In my eyes, you commoners living at the bottom of society are no different from ants. I truly don’t care to raise my hand against you, but since you’ve offended my Sister Ru, I naturally won’t let you off. How about this, break your own legs and then bow and apologize to Sister Ru, and I will spare your pathetic life."
Yang Zhong stalked forward, his words carefree, his face taking on the deanor of soone who could decide the life or death of others.
Such a stance was on par with the Family Heads of the Four Great Families of Moon City.
Li Ru watched Yang Zhong’s retreating figure, listening to his words, and beca sowhat infatuated. This, she thought, was a real man; this was the man she should marry.
"Idiot!" Shi Feng scoffed at Yang Zhong as he kept walking. He didn’t know where these Martial Artist dregs got their overwhelming sense of superiority.
"You!" Yang Zhong’s brain short-circuited upon hearing Shi Feng’s dismissive "idiot."
In his mind, when that kid nad Shi Feng saw him, when he saw his powerful stance, when he saw him casually approaching, fear and terror should instantly appear on his face. Following that, he should tremble, beg for rcy, even kneel, and kowtow, pleading for his life to be spared.
But what he got in return was Shi Feng’s disdainful expression and a single word, "idiot"!
"You! You’re seeking death!" Yang Zhong instantly snapped back to reality, and in that mont, he was thoroughly enraged. A nobody from a small village, a commoner trash, dared to show disrespect to him, especially in front of his woman, humiliating him.
He wanted this commoner nad Shi Feng to suffer his boundless wrath; he wanted Shi Feng to regret ever coming into this world.
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