The President of the Martial Arts Association, relying on his own prestige, personally invited the Martial Saint of the Wang family.
Together, they went to the Wei family and managed to retrieve Grandpa Jin.
The Martial Saint of the Wang family was actually a junior to the President of the Martial Arts Association.
Before he became a Martial Saint himself, the President had often looked out for him.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to call on this Martial Saint time and again.
The face of a Martial Saint carried a lot of weight.
However, by calling in this favor, all of Chen Feng’s rewards and merits naturally vanished.
In just two days, Grandpa Jin was sent to Jiang City.
When Jin Youxi saw her grandfather, her eyes instantly filled with tears.
The once mighty and imposing Martial Supreme had now become a frail old man.
The last time he left home, Grandpa was still radiant and full of life.
But this time, he was pale, his lips colorless, his face lined with wrinkles that spoke of decline.
He looked like a completely different person.
Because of the injury to his dantian, Grandpa Jin had to use a cane to walk.
Jin Youxi burst into tears and rushed over.
Chen Feng couldn’t help but sigh.
Grandpa Jin didn’t bother to comfort his granddaughter.
Instead, he looked up at Chen Feng.
In his final moments with the Jin family, he was watching the news on TV.
The person on the screen was the young man before him.
Also the master of his granddaughter.
He wasn’t stupid.
He knew that the reason he was freed from his prison and sent to be by his granddaughter’s side in Great Xia was definitely thanks to this young man.
With his keen eye for people, even without speaking to Chen Feng, just by looking at his determined face, he could tell:
This was a righteous man.
Chen Feng noticed Grandpa Jin’s gaze and quickly nodded in acknowledgment.
Back at the residential complex, Chen Feng saw a luxury car parked at the entrance.
Wei Guangming’s expression was grim.
He had already received the news.
The President of the Martial Arts Association had personally come to the Wei family’s doorstep, bringing along the Martial Saint of the Wang family, and taken Grandpa Jin away.
Although the Wei family was powerful, they still had to show respect to a Martial Saint.
Especially since Grandpa Jin was insignificant to the Wei family.
But to Wei Guangming, it was a slap in the face.
Just a few days ago, he had just thrown down a harsh warning in front of Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei.
And now, in the blink of an eye, Grandpa Jin was sent right back to Jin Youxi’s side.
This infuriated him, but there was nothing he could do.
After all, the decision came from the family’s top brass—not something he could easily override.
At that moment, as Chen Feng and the others returned by car, Wei Guangming got out of his vehicle with Xiao Ruohan.
Now backed by the strongest Wei family in Great Xia, Xiao Ruohan’s gaze toward Chen Feng was once again filled with arrogance.
In her eyes, no matter how extraordinary Chen Feng was, he was no match for the Wei family.
Wei Guangming looked coldly at the approaching Chen Feng and sneered:
“Didn’t expect we’d meet again.”
“I’m even more surprised that you have such connections—enough to get the President of the Martial Arts Association and the Wang family’s Martial Saint involved.”
“At first, I was planning to kill that old man myself.”
Chen Feng looked at Wei Guangming blocking the entrance and retorted with no patience:
“You’re nothing but a petty schemer and a coward.”
“Someone as treacherous as you is a disgrace to the Wei family.”
Chen Feng’s words instantly darkened Wei Guangming’s face.
Xiao Ruohan hadn’t expected Chen Feng to dare speak to a member of the Wei family like that.
Wei Guangming laughed furiously.
With a sharp tone, he said:
“I should have crippled you the first time we fought.”
“If I hadn’t held back, you wouldn’t even have the chance to stand here and talk to me today.”
Chen Feng snorted coldly and replied,
“Yeah, I almost forgot if you hadn’t reminded me.”
A towering golden Buddha illusion, draped with a golden dragon over its shoulder, suddenly appeared with a thunderous presence. The chanting of Buddhist scriptures and the roar of dragons echoed throughout the scene.
Jin Youxi quickly pulled her grandfather back.
Liu Weiwei was also stunned—she hadn’t expected her master to actually make a move.
Grandpa Jin stared in shock.
“This is the same technique as my granddaughter’s.”
“But it seems slightly different.”
On the other side, Xiao Ruohan was equally surprised.
“Could it be that he’s about to make a move against the young master of the Wei family?”
“That’s the Wei family—we can’t believe he’d dare!”
Wei Guangming himself was taken aback, never expecting Chen Feng to openly take action.
At first, he had only been annoyed by Grandpa Jin’s affairs.
Unable to swallow his anger, he had gotten out of the car to throw some harsh words.
But he didn’t expect Chen Feng to act on the spot.
This was unlike the Chen Feng he knew.
In his impression, Chen Feng was never an impulsive man.
“You dare make a move against me here?” Wei Guangming said as he slowly drew the soft sword at his waist.
Chen Feng replied coldly,
“You’ve attacked me several times. Now it’s my turn to return the favor.”
“First at the Tun Tian Club, then two waves of pursuit on Kunlun Mountain, and now threatening my disciple.”
“Enough is enough. You’ve crossed the line.”
Chen Feng raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike.
A massive golden palm shadow thundered forward.
Though Wei Guangming had been seriously injured during their last encounter on Kunlun Mountain and lost much of his vitality and cultivation, the Wei family’s resources quickly restored his strength with rare treasures.
His power had fully recovered.
But Wei Guangming knew he was no match for Chen Feng now.
After all, Chen Feng had defeated Zhang Bowen.
During the Kunlun City press conference, he had even gone head-to-head with a grandmaster-level branch president.
Although Chen Feng hadn’t used his powerful sonic technique then, Wei Guangming assumed he didn’t want to escalate things.
Now, he thrust out sword qi, attempting to block Chen Feng’s palm force.
But in the next moment,
The sword qi shattered with a roar.
The soft sword bent and twisted under the pressure of the palm strike.
“Impossible to resist!” Wei Guangming was horrified.
He had thought he could hold his ground since Chen Feng hadn’t used that devastating sonic technique.
But now he realized the vast gap between them.
Two master-level bodyguards behind him hurried forward to help block.
Yet all three were sent flying by a single palm strike.
Wei Guangming and his two bodyguards lay heavily injured on the ground.
Chen Feng, now with 1,600 vitality points, utterly crushed Wei Guangming.
Back when he had only 500 vitality, Wei Guangming had chased him around.
At 800 vitality, they had fought to a standstill.
Both times, Chen Feng was at a disadvantage in vitality.
Now, with 1,600 vitality, he crushed his opponent effortlessly, without even using his full strength.
The commotion immediately drew the attention of people nearby.
Security guards at the entrance of the residential complex, carrying duty recorders, approached cautiously.
But seeing Chen Feng’s overwhelming presence, they dared not come closer.
Other onlookers stood far back, pulling out their phones to capture Chen Feng’s fight.
“Isn’t that the great hero Chen Feng?”
“Holy moly! Seeing that martial arts phantom live is way more intense than watching it on video.”
“Who’s that no-nonsense kid? How did he manage to offend our big hero?”
“Nowadays, what else do young people fight over? Besides love troubles, it’s usually someone cheating.”
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ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
