Chen Feng returned to the apartment complex with his two disciples and had just stepped out of the elevator.
Right at the doorstep, he saw a foreign beauty standing there.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, dressed in professional attire—though the outfit was a bit tight, as if it might burst at any moment.
Before Chen Feng could say a word,
the blonde woman spoke fluently in Great Xia’s language:
“Mr. Chen, hello. I represent the Western Continent and sincerely invite you to join us.”
“As long as you’re willing to join the Western Continent, we can meet any reasonable conditions you require.”
“From now on, all your expenses will be covered by us.”
Damn.
This was the first time Chen Feng had ever heard of someone inviting another to immigrate.
But he rejected her outright on the spot:
“I will never immigrate. Please leave.”
The woman seemed to have anticipated Chen Feng’s refusal.
She continued:
“Mr. Chen, I must remind you.”
“Whether or not you participate in tomorrow’s life-or-death duel,”
“your situation is extremely dangerous. You must align yourself with a powerful faction.”
“To be honest, it’s not just us from the Western Continent.”
“Even the noble families of Great Xia have their eyes on you.”
“As for the reason, I’m sure you understand.”
“But I guarantee that no matter how many noble families there are, none can offer you more than the Western Continent.”
Chen Feng shook his head again.
The woman was persistent and pressed on:
“Many in Great Xia want to harm you. The recent Tian Club incident was orchestrated by the Wei Corporation.”
“Why won’t you leave a place where people constantly want you dead?”
“If you come to the Western Continent, we will treat you like a king.”
“Money, power, beauties—everything you could ever want.”
The blonde woman made passionate promises, offering temptations that were hard to refuse.
Because for the Western Continent, where martial arts foundations were weak, advanced techniques were incredibly rare.
Unfortunately, the secret martial arts were closely guarded by Great Xia.
Over the years, the techniques they managed to steal were just a drop in the ocean compared to Great Xia’s.
Right now, Chen Feng, who was constantly being harassed in Great Xia, was exactly the person they wanted to recruit.
Especially since Chen Feng possessed three kinds of Heavenly-grade martial arts.
Even Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei felt tempted.
Knowing that the Wei family—one of Great Xia’s nine great clans—wanted to capture Chen Feng,
they longed to escape with their master to a safe place.
To avoid being constantly targeted, slandered, and humiliated.
Chen Feng opened the door.
Before stepping inside, he turned back to look at the blonde woman.
The lady’s heart leapt, thinking Chen Feng was persuaded.
“Ning to be a ghost in Great Xia rather than betray the country to be a king.”
Bang!
The door slammed shut, leaving the blonde woman standing dumbfounded.
She didn’t understand.
According to her investigation,
Chen Feng had suffered a lot of malice lately.
Why wouldn’t he leave?
...
As soon as they entered the room, Jin Youxi couldn’t help but ask:
“Master, why won’t you become a king?”
“People here want to harm you every day.”
“There are so many false accusations against you.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to immigrate to a place where you’re welcomed?”
Chen Feng gently stroked Jin Youxi’s forehead.
“They don’t just want me to immigrate—they want me to betray my country.”
“Great Xia has too many predecessors; even if I never met them, I owe them a great debt.”
“If our ancestors never bowed their heads, how can we lower ours?”
“Master grew up in an orphanage, surviving on the support of our fellow countrymen from Great Xia, enjoying the blessings passed down by countless ancestors.”
“Even if I die here, I can’t let Great Xia or our ancestors down.”
Jin Youxi listened, half understanding.
Liu Weiwei, however, felt a sudden flutter in her heart.
At this moment, her gaze toward Chen Feng grew even more admiring, and for a moment, she was completely lost in thought.
“Hey! Junior sister, what are you daydreaming about?”
Jin Youxi tugged at Liu Weiwei’s arm when she saw her staring blankly at Chen Feng’s back.
Liu Weiwei snapped back to reality.
Her face immediately flushed bright red.
Jin Youxi covered her mouth to stifle a laugh.
“Junior sister, are you also enchanted by Master?”
Liu Weiwei was utterly embarrassed, as if her secret had been exposed.
“N-no, I’m not. Don’t imagine things.”
She said hurriedly and ran back to her room.
……
Elsewhere.
Han Ming was at the company, reviewing Chen Feng’s past battle videos with his live-streaming assistant.
Logically speaking, as a senior martial artist, he shouldn’t be this nervous facing a mere martial apprentice.
But for some reason, his heart just wouldn’t settle.
“Do you think Chen Feng dares to sign a death pact because he has some sort of backing?”
The assistant rolled his eyes in response:
“Strength beats skill every time.”
“No matter what backing he has, it doesn’t change the gap between you two.”
“What you should be worried about now is him, not yourself.”
The assistant was full of contempt for Han Ming.
A senior martial artist getting so scared of a martial apprentice? Unbelievable.
Just then, the assistant’s phone rang.
The caller ID read “Zhou Papi.”
“Boss, you called?”
An urgent voice came from the other end.
“Hurry, bring Han Ming to me.”
“There’s an important guest waiting. Move fast!”
Sensing the urgency in the boss’s voice, the assistant didn’t dare delay.
He quickly grabbed Han Ming and rushed to the boss’s office.
Upon entering, they saw the boss standing respectfully.
A refined young man quietly watched the two enter.
This was Wei Xu, the same person who had gone to find Chen Feng earlier.
“Everyone else out. Han Ming, stay.”
The boss nodded immediately and led the assistant out.
Han Ming felt at a loss.
Someone who could make the boss so afraid must be a big shot.
Wei Xu spoke calmly:
“Tomorrow, in your life-or-death battle with Chen Feng, you cannot kill him.”
Han Ming was stunned.
Countless thoughts flooded his mind.
“So it’s true, Chen Feng really does have backing.”
“No wonder he dared to sign a death pact with me.”
“Turns out there’s a big shot behind him.”
“Damn! If I’d known there was a big shot, I wouldn’t have bothered provoking him.”
Just as Han Ming was pondering what to do, Wei Xu continued:
“Don’t be too worried.”
“You just can’t kill him. You can still beat him.”
“You can cripple him, then slowly torment him.”
“Make his life worse than death. Make him beg me for mercy.”
Han Ming was stunned again.
“Sounds like this isn’t about protecting Chen Feng after all.”
But no matter if it was or wasn’t, he didn’t have the option to refuse.
Since refusal wasn’t possible, he had no choice but to obey.
After years of experience in this world, Han Ming had learned one truth:
Pick on the weak, fear the strong, and never make life difficult for yourself.
After Wei Xu left, the boss immediately called Han Ming back.
“What did Mr. Wei ask you to do?”
“Mr. Wei!”
Hearing that surname, Han Ming immediately realized something.
In Great Xia, the only family that could make the boss so genuinely nervous—and whose name was Wei—had to be that one.
The Wei family, once hailed as the number one clan in the land.
Rumor had it that they were a super family, with a Martial Saint standing guard.
Han Ming hadn’t expected to come into contact with such a heavyweight.
He silently reminded himself that he must perform well tomorrow.
He couldn't afford to disappoint such a powerful figure.
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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