"Ah!"
Chen Feng let out a heavy sigh as he looked at the Tianxuan Martial Arts Hall, now reduced to a pile of rubble.
More than half of Kunlun City had been turned to ruins during the ambush on Zhang Bowen.
Countless martial artists had sacrificed their lives in the battle against foreign invaders.
But what troubled Chen Feng the most was the annihilation of the Duan family from the Sacred Capital.
Not only had the family patriarch, the Martial Saint, died in battle, but the clan members were also ruthlessly slaughtered by the Tun Tian Club.
Almost all the core members of the family were wiped out.
Only a few minor figures managed to escape.
This made Chen Feng recall the system notification he had received on the day of the conflict.
[Disciples jointly destroyed a top-tier family.]
The only top-tier family eliminated in Daxia this time was the Duan family.
The three disciples had only taken down Duan Changtian and Duan Yan’er halfway through.
That hardly counted as a joint destruction of a top-tier family.
The true culprits behind the destruction of the Duan family were the Tun Tian Club.
According to the system’s judgment, Chen Feng immediately thought of another disciple.
Su Yan!
Just as Chen Feng was about to message Su Yan to ask what was going on, a notification popped up on the Green Bubble public account.
The Martial Arts Guild had announced a 10-billion bounty, placing the Tun Tian Club’s leader on the wanted list.
Along with it came the leader’s profile and photo.
When Chen Feng saw the name of the leader, he was stunned.
Su family from Donghai City.
Su Yan!
“Is it really such a coincidence?”
Chen Feng scrutinized the blurry surveillance photo again.
Though the image was a bit unclear, it was obvious that the person in the photo was not the Su Yan he had taken in years ago.
This was a young, beautiful woman with a stunning figure.
She wore a high-slit purple qipao that outlined a devilish silhouette.
Whereas the Su Yan he knew was a woman in her forties or fifties, covered in sores, hunched over, and quite bulky.
“Could Su Yan be related to her somehow?”
“Or is it just a coincidence that they share the same name?”
At that moment, Chen Feng received another system notification.
After reading the message in his mind, Chen Feng’s mouth fell open in disbelief.
[Congratulations on achieving the Master Teacher achievement.]
[Fourth disciple Su Yan’s vitality and cultivation have reached Martial Saint level.]
[Reward: Master’s vitality increased by 1000 points.]
Martial Saint?
Su Yan had become a Martial Saint?
A terrifying thought suddenly crossed Chen Feng’s mind.
“Could it be that she used the Beiming Divine Technique to devour others’ vitality and cultivation to reach Martial Saint level?”
No matter what, Chen Feng was certain that Su Yan was connected to the Tun Tian Club.
He opened Su Yan’s chat window on Green Bubble.
[Su Yan, be honest with me. What’s your relationship with the leader of the Tun Tian Club?]
[How could you join the Tun Tian Club?]
[Did you take part in the attack on the Duan family?]
[To be honest, I already know. You’re a Martial Saint now, so you must have used the Beiming Divine Technique to devour others’ vitality.]
[Su Yan, when I first met you, I knew you weren’t an evil person. Can you explain this to me?]
Meanwhile,
Su Yan, who had just broken through to Martial Saint, looked at her phone as it kept vibrating with Chen Feng’s messages.
Curious, she opened them and immediately burst out laughing.
“Ah, the old man really worries himself sick!”
Su Yan gave a sly smile and sent a message.
【Alright! I'm laying my cards on the table—I’m done pretending.】
【Actually, the leader of the Tun Tian Club is my daughter.】
【Because my daughter can't get married, I had no choice but to join the Tun Tian Club myself.】
【Master, can you do me a favor?】
【If you marry my daughter, we’ll leave the Tun Tian Club immediately.】
Seeing Su Yan finally reply, Chen Feng breathed a slight sigh of relief.
He had been worried that his disciple wouldn’t respond, leaving him utterly helpless.
But when he read the message, Chen Feng was left speechless.
“What kind of nonsense is this?”
“Master marrying his disciple’s daughter? That’s just messing up the family tree.”
He replied:
【That’s not really appropriate. Forced matches never work out.】
【Besides, I don’t even know your daughter. She definitely wouldn’t suddenly accept a stranger.】
【And I’m your master—if I marry your daughter, wouldn’t that make you my father-in-law?】
On the other side, Su Yan laughed heartily.
Even the sorrow from her uncle’s passing was somewhat eased.
She continued teasing her adorable little master.
【You’re a hero of Daxia. My daughter not only knows you, she’s your obsessive fan.】
【Once, I even caught her secretly kissing the screen while watching you.】
【She often watches your videos while doing… well, you know, those indescribable things.】
【If you’re willing to marry my daughter, no bride price, and we’ll even throw in billions in assets!】
【As for the family hierarchy, don’t worry about it.】
【Isn’t it all the rage these days to just do your own thing?】
【You can call me mother-in-law, and I’ll call you Master.】
【Whether my daughter calls you husband or grandmaster is totally up to you!】
Hmm?
After reading the messages,
Chen Feng’s mind froze for a full five seconds.
“Indescribable things”?
Can’t you at least describe them a little?
Of course, that’s not the point.
The point is: I treat you as my disciple, and you want to be my mother-in-law!
That’s just outrageous.
Chen Feng decisively refused:
【Su Yan, your daughter and I really aren’t a good match.】
【Besides, she’s wanted by the authorities now—how could we get married?】
Su Yan gave a sly smile and replied:
【The reason my daughter is like this is because she loves you but can’t have you. It’s messed up her mind.】
【If you marry her, she’ll quit the Tun Tian Club immediately.】
【Please, Master, save my daughter—she’s still just a kid!】
【I know she’s not worthy of you, but a parent’s heart knows no bounds.】
【Even if it’s just a fake marriage!】
【You don’t want Daxia to have another female villain, do you?】
【Master, if you sacrifice yourself, millions will be happy.】
This…
Chen Feng stared at the messages, unsure how to respond.
Then, at that moment,
Su Yan delivered the final blow.
【Master, here are my daughter’s private photos.】
【Which type do you like?】
After saying this, Su Yan sent a photo of her daughter in a cheongsam.
Then, recalling the encounter with Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei at the hotel,
she switched to a bunny girl outfit and sent another selfie.
Next came photos in flight attendant, nurse, maid, and leather outfits—one after another.
But Su Yan wasn’t satisfied.
She followed up with swimsuit splits, bubble baths, artistic portraits—everything.
Chen Feng’s throat went dry from watching.
As the saying goes, it’s not the flirtatious girls you should fear, but the thirty-year-old married women.
Testing the master with this?
What kind of master could possibly withstand such a trial?
Bah!
Chen Feng quickly shook his head, forcing himself back to reason.
He was a disciplined man.
At this moment, he sternly warned himself never to let Su Yan’s photo cloud his judgment.
But a small personal sacrifice—
Saving Su Yan’s daughter and, at the same time, easing some pressure on Daxia—wouldn’t be such a bad deed after all.
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