The Wind Rises

Xiao Ruohan had been going through a tough time lately.

Both her hands were now plastered in casts.

Fortunately, the injuries weren’t too severe.

The doctor assured her it wouldn’t affect the national competition three months from now.

During this period, she had witnessed firsthand the disgrace that had befallen the renowned War God Martial Arts School.

Liu Weiwei had become an internet sensation, hailed as the “Leg God Sister.”

But Xiao Ruohan was the one who suffered because of it.

Her past grudges with Liu Weiwei, along with some dark secrets, were dug up and exposed, causing countless people to mercilessly attack her online.

She decided that the day after tomorrow, she would go and watch how Chen Feng would embarrass himself.

Seeing someone she once abandoned living a better life than her stirred an inexplicable jealousy deep in her heart.

The worse Chen Feng’s fate, the more balanced she felt inside.

At the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association,

Yang Honghui was brewing tea when his personal phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the number.

Good grief, a string of identical digits.

He hurriedly answered the call.

“President, you wanted to see me?”

The President said, “Don’t you care at all about what’s happening in Jiangcheng?”

“What’s happening in Jiangcheng?”

Yang Honghui was puzzled.

He quickly opened his computer and checked his email inbox.

All he found were trivial, superficial projects—nothing serious.

“I don’t know what you’re referring to, President.”

The President said, “Chen Feng and that Han Ming are about to sign a death pact. You didn’t know?”

Yang Honghui was confused.

“I know, but what does that have to do with us?”

“Isn’t that the business of the notarization officials?”

An exasperated voice came through the phone.

“Are you an idiot?”

“A prodigy who masters three Heavenly-level martial arts techniques and has already reached the pinnacle while still a Martial Disciple.”

“Talent like that, are you really going to watch him go off to fight for his life?”

“If Chen Feng dies, it’ll be a loss for Great Xia.”

“I’m telling you, even if you die, he cannot.”

Damn!

Yang Honghui almost cursed out loud.

After all these years of hard work, he still wasn’t as important as a Martial Disciple.

He immediately shouted into the phone, “President! I understand.”

“Don’t worry, even if I die, I won’t let a single hair on Chen Feng’s head be harmed.”

After hanging up,

Yang Honghui pondered silently.

“I never expected the General Association to value Chen Feng so much.”

“No matter what happens the day after tomorrow, Chen Feng must be protected.”

He considered whether to capture Han Ming in advance.

That way, the death pact issue would be settled.

But after some thought, he decided against it.

Let them fight.

When Chen Feng is in danger, he would step in.

That would also earn him some goodwill.

As for the rules of the death pact, sorry, those don’t apply in front of him.

At Wei Corporation,

The person in charge of capturing Chen Feng also paid close attention to the matter.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

One day later, this person showed up at Jiangcheng Martial Arts Hospital.

That day, Chen Feng had first taken his disciple to the neighborhood clinic for simple treatment—stopping the bleeding and disinfecting the wounds—before rushing to Jiangcheng’s best hospital.

At this moment, Liu Weiwei was still lying in the hospital.

The doctor advised her to stay hospitalized for a few days for observation.

As for Jin Youxi,

She had originally been crying and panicking, asking if she was disfigured.

Chen Feng comforted her, saying that if she was disfigured, he would take her for plastic surgery.

But when they changed the dressing the next day, they found the huge scar on her forehead had completely healed.

Even the scabs had already fallen off.

As for the scars, there wasn’t a trace left.

Jin Youxi’s forehead was smooth and flawless, as if it had never been injured.

Both Chen Feng and the doctor were astonished.

Only Jin Youxi, facing the mirror, was cheerfully celebrating without a care in the world.

At that moment, Chen Feng suddenly realized something.

It seemed that ever since Jin Youxi had learned the Buddha’s Palm technique, she hadn’t fallen ill even once.

He recalled an incident from before.

Jin Youxi had insisted on cooking for him.

But she accidentally cut her thumb.

Blood poured out, the wound deep and wide.

Yet by the next morning, the injury had completely vanished.

The master and disciple were amazed for a long time but didn’t think much of it.

Now, looking at Jin Youxi’s forehead again,

This whole matter felt utterly baffling.

Chen Feng thought to himself,

“Could it be because of practicing the Buddha’s Palm?”

As for Liu Weiwei, it was confirmed she had no major issues.

She just needed to avoid strenuous exercise for the next month

and take time to rest properly,

nourishing her internal organs with the energy and blood cultivated through martial arts.

Chen Feng was just about to handle the discharge procedures

when a sharply dressed young man in a suit approached him.

“Hello, Mr. Chen, I’m Wei Xu from Wei Corporation.”

“I’d like to discuss tomorrow’s life-or-death duel with you.”

Chen Feng was puzzled.

What did his life-or-death duel have to do with Wei Corporation?

“If you have something to say, just say it.”

Wei Xu glanced around; seeing few people nearby, he spoke directly:

“Our Wei Corporation can guarantee your victory tomorrow.”

Guarantee victory?

Chen Feng wanted to say that he was sure to win anyway.

Why would he need their guarantee?

But there’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

The other party must have some ulterior motive.

“So, what do I have to give in return?”

Wei Xu smiled but didn’t directly say what he wanted.

Instead, he went on about what he could offer.

“Besides, we’re willing to give you three hundred million.”

Three hundred million!

Chen Feng and his two disciples were stunned.

But Chen Feng quickly regained his composure and said,

“Just get to the point.”

Wei Xu said,

“Wei Corporation wants to be friends with you.”

“And to purchase your three Heavenly Grade martial arts techniques.”

Chen Feng thought to himself: just as expected.

He shook his head helplessly and said,

“No sale.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to sell; three hundred million was tempting.

But system martial arts simply couldn’t be sold.

If the other party couldn’t learn them, they definitely wouldn’t pay.

With that, he ignored the man and took Liu Weiwei to complete the discharge procedures.

Wei Xu called out to Chen Feng’s retreating back,

“If you ever want to make a deal, just say the word.”

“I’ll personally watch your life-or-death duel tomorrow.”

His meaning was clear.

But Chen Feng knew

the other party would definitely be disappointed tomorrow.

It seemed the Martial Arts Guild’s security measures were doing a decent job.

News of his upgrade to a martial artist hadn’t leaked yet.

Otherwise, given Sha Heming’s recent defeat, these people wouldn’t be so confident he’d lose.

Wei Xu frowned slightly as he watched Chen Feng walk away.

Things weren’t going as smoothly as he had imagined, and he was displeased.

The first attempt to hire the Devouring Sky Club to capture Chen Feng had failed.

The second attempt to search the Chosen Martial Arts Academy also ended in failure.

This time, he would not allow himself to fail again.

Because his family would not tolerate repeated failures either.

The Wei clan, though incredibly powerful,

was famed far and wide: without the Martial Saint, none could claim to be the best under heaven.

Yet, the clan had a significant flaw.

Their core martial art was formidable, but it came with a major drawback.

Not everyone could master it.

Many of the clan’s descendants remained mediocre.

The Wei clan urgently needed other advanced techniques to cultivate their heirs.

Of course, over the years, they had gradually acquired several heavenly-grade martial arts.

But naturally, the more heavenly-grade techniques they had, the better.