The Furious Yi Feng

In recent days, the light rain continued, and today it finally cleared up. The warm sunshine shone down, raising the temperature quite a bit.

In Pingjiang City, many people were sunbathing under the warm sun.

At the entrance of the martial arts hall, the atmosphere was especially lively, with singing and dancing.

The sounds of the zither, erhu, gongs and drums, all kinds of musical instruments were available, with one melody after another of different styles being performed, some cheerful, some passionate, some lyrical...

Accompanying the music, there were also more than a dozen women dressed glamorously below the steps, swaying their slender waists, dancing along to the different styles of music, fluttering about gracefully.

And at the entrance of the martial arts hall, a man in black robes was casually lying in a reclining chair with his legs crossed.

Along with the music, his sleeves were waving above his head quite rhythmically, and at his feet, a dog was lying down, eyes half-closed, wagging its tail with an obsequious look as it kneaded his thighs.

"Marvelous!"

A satisfied voice came from under the black robes. He grabbed a handful of gold coins from the large basin next to him and tossed them over.

Seeing this, the dancing women worked even harder, some bolder ones even twisted their way to the black-robed man, their soft bodies unintentionally brushing against him, almost falling right into the black-robed man's arms.

Although they didn't quite understand why this body under the black robes felt a little prickly, with that large basin of gold coins next to him, it didn't matter.

"Hehehe!"

"Marvelous, extremely marvelous!"

Ripples of laughter came from under the black robes.

His palm reached out again, tossing over another handful of gold coins, simply extravagant.

Just then, his actions suddenly froze, as if sensing something. His whole body gave a start, and he jumped up, pushing away the two women in front of him, tumbling and crawling as he started to run away.

The dog at his feet also lifted its head to look around, and upon seeing the situation, its fur stood on end as it scurried away swiftly on its four limbs.

The dog ran fast, but the black-robed man had only taken two steps before a palm grabbed him.

"Abba, abba!"

He quickly cried out.

"I'll 'abba' your seven generations of ancestors!"

Accompanying the scolding, a clenched fist smashed down towards the black-robed man's head.

"Abba, baba, abba..."

This punch knocked the black-robed man silly, his legs went soft and he shuddered on the ground.

"You still 'abba', you still 'abba'!"

The one who had returned from the mountains and rushed back was Yi Feng. He had just arrived at the entrance and saw this scene. What was even more infuriating was that the black-robed man was spending his gold coins so extravagantly, putting on airs even more than Yi Feng ever had. It simply angered Yi Feng to the point of explosion.

He first smashed the skull head with a punch to the head, then grabbed the black robes and twisted it into a ball, dragging it to the corner to trample it some more.

"I'll make you 'abba', I'll make you arrogant as hell!"

"These last few days I was away, you dared to go wild, huh!"

"And you used my gold coins to squander, if I don't beat you to death today, you probably don't know how many eyes this horse king has!"

Yi Feng stomped on the skull head's body without holding back at all.

From the cracks of the door, the dog Ao Qing watched with heart pounding nervously, and every stomp even made his eyelids twitch.

"Bro, it's really not that I'm not loyal."

"Master's beating, probably only you in the whole world could withstand..."

While Yi Feng was beating the skull head violently, the dancing ladies also saw the situation was bad. Nimbly, they went to pick up the gold coins on the ground, brazenly grabbing another handful from the basin before hurriedly running away without a trace.

"Damn, my gold coins!"

Seeing the large basin of gold coins left with just the bottom, Yi Feng was practically in tears.

It was true he had money now, but having money didn't mean he could forget the days of poverty. He still remembered that year when his books weren't selling and no one was coming to the martial arts hall, he had eaten radish leaves and rice mix for the whole winter, causing him to be constipated for months and nearly getting hemorrhoids.

Thinking of this, Yi Feng's anger rose again as he continued stomping heavily on the skull head.

"So you are that Yi Feng?"

Just then, an arrogant voice sounded from behind.

Hearing this, Yi Feng, who had one foot on the skull head, turned to look. He saw the Qingshan Patriarch and a middle-aged man dressed lavishly standing behind him.

The one who had just spoken was that unfamiliar middle-aged man.