Yet the two who walked away never once looked back until they disappeared from sight.
Nearby, a medical staff member looked up the number for Jiangcheng City’s War God Martial Arts Academy.
Crouching beside Liu Weiwei, they dialed the number on their phone and put it on speaker.
"Hello! This is Jiangcheng Martial Arts Hospital."
"The patient, Liu Weiwei, urgently needs surgery. Please send someone to cover the medical expenses."
A professional customer service voice responded from the other end of the line.
"Understood. Please hold while I transfer you to Liu Weiwei’s coach."
Soon, the voice of a middle-aged man came through.
"The War God Martial Arts Academy doesn’t keep useless people."
"Liu Weiwei has already been expelled and has nothing to do with us anymore."
With that, the call was abruptly ended.
"Master!" Liu Weiwei cried out desperately, but the only reply was the dial tone.
At that moment, Liu Weiwei was utterly crushed by despair.
Her parents had long passed away, and the inheritance they left behind had been taken by her aunt.
Her aunt had abandoned her, and now even the martial arts academy she was contracted to had cast her aside.
Even the competition prize money had been claimed by the academy—not a single cent given to her.
Now, Liu Weiwei had no one to rely on, not a penny to her name, and with both legs severely injured and disabled, she couldn’t even receive treatment.
What awaited her next was death.
Even if she somehow survived, the days ahead would be nothing but misery.
Her heart completely shattered, Liu Weiwei had already resolved to end her life.
Chen Feng had originally come to the hospital to visit Liu Weiwei and apologize.
After all, Xiao Ruohan’s martial arts skills had been taught by him.
Not apologizing would have weighed too heavily on his conscience.
But he never expected to witness such a scene.
Beside him, Jin Youxi clung tightly to Chen Feng’s arm, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears as she took in Liu Weiwei’s pitiful state.
"Master, she’s so… so tragic!"
Chen Feng let out a heavy sigh, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists.
"Doctor, I’ll cover the medical expenses. Please proceed with her surgery immediately!"
Liu Weiwei, who had been sobbing into her hands, immediately looked up at the voice.
But when she saw Chen Feng, she froze in shock.
She had thought it might be her aunt and uncle returning.
Or perhaps a teacher or classmate from the War God Martial Arts Academy.
But never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that the person willing to pay for her treatment would be…
Xiao Ruohan’s master.
Meeting Liu Weiwei’s gaze, Chen Feng lowered his head apologetically.
"I’m sorry. Since Xiao Ruohan was the one who injured you like this, I share the blame."
After speaking, he sighed deeply.
The medical staff, hearing that someone would cover the costs, quickly produced the bill.
"Go to the payment counter right away. The initial deposit is thirty thousand."
Thirty thousand!
Chen Feng’s face twitched involuntarily, and he grumbled inwardly,
"Did you guys check my bank account? My entire savings just happen to be exactly thirty thousand."
Only after seeing the payment slip with her own eyes was Liu Weiwei finally wheeled into the operating room.
Chen Feng tucked the receipt away, his expression pained as he sighed in resignation.
"Of course. Being a do-gooder just means you’re doomed to be broke forever."
Meanwhile, Jin Youxi gazed at her master with admiration.
"Master is such a kind man—so incredibly dependable."
"I want to marry someone as kind as Master one day."
At that thought, her cheeks flushed slightly.
Just then, Chen Feng’s phone buzzed with a bank notification.
He instinctively counted the zeros.
One hundred thousand!
For a moment, he was stunned—then realized it must be Xiao Ruohan’s competition prize money.
To be honest…
At first, he hadn’t planned to accept it—after all, Chen Feng was a man who valued his pride.
But now, he couldn’t help feeling relieved that he hadn’t refused outright just to save face.
The master and disciple waited outside the operating room.
Bored, Jin Youxi idly scrolled through her phone.
The hottest topic across the internet was, of course, the martial arts tournaments taking place nationwide.
Along with the star competitors from various cities.
Countless media studios had produced recap videos,
and some were even speculating in advance about who might make the top ten in the provincial competitions three months later.
Soon, a post-match interview surged to the top of trending headlines.
The glaring title immediately caught Jin Youxi’s eye.
[Greedy Mentor: Money Over Disciples.]
The thumbnail featured Xiao Ruohan.
Even before watching the video, Jin Youxi had a sinking feeling.
After seeing the interview’s contents,
she frowned in anger and turned to Chen Feng, exclaiming,
“How could Senior Sister’s mother slander you like this, Master?”
“Why would she lie? This is just too much!”
“And why didn’t Senior Sister stop her or explain the truth?”
Chen Feng took Jin Youxi’s phone and replayed the clip.
On screen, Xiao Ruohan wore a medal, her parents beaming proudly beside her, while several high-ranking officials from War God Dojo stood behind them.
Reporters thrust microphones toward her, firing off questions one after another.
Xiao Ruohan remained silent, letting her parents answer on her behalf.
Reporter:
“According to the records, you competed under Celestial Selection Dojo, so why did War God Dojo representatives join you on stage for the award ceremony?”
Xiao Ruohan’s mother replied:
“Ruohan is now with War God Dojo. She’s left that trash Celestial Selection Dojo behind.”
Reporter:
“What exactly made you switch dojos right after winning the championship? Doesn’t that show disrespect to your former mentor?”
Xiao Ruohan’s mother snapped:
“Disrespect? That Chen guy is nothing but a fraud.”
“That so-called Celestial Selection Dojo? My daughter was one of only two disciples there.”
“The mentor has no martial energy—a total con artist—and the other disciple is a talentless waste.”
“If not for my daughter’s natural genius, they would’ve ruined her future.”
“And what’s worse, that mentor pocketed all her prize money. We didn’t get a single cent!”
Her words sent the reporters into a frenzy, sensing a juicy scandal.
Questions poured in rapid succession.
Xiao Ruohan’s mother, thrilled to be in the spotlight for the first time, spoke without restraint.
She even fantasized about bragging to her neighbors later:
“I made it on TV!”
Soon, under the reporters’ relentless digging, a flood of negative rumors about Celestial Selection Dojo surfaced and quickly went viral.
Before long, old photos of Chen Feng accompanying Xiao Ruohan during competitions were dug up,
sparking a wave of online outrage.
“This guy looks decent, but he’s actually such a scumbag.”
“Word is he scammed two female disciples—Xiao Ruohan and some other poor girl still being duped.”
“Chen Feng is definitely a creep. I heard his other disciple is stunningly beautiful too.”
“How can someone with no martial energy even run a dojo?”
“Where’s the Martial Arts Association? Shouldn’t they step in and address this?”
...
After watching the video and scrolling through the barrage of comments, Chen Feng felt a pang of frustration.
For now, though, there wasn’t much he could do.
Still, he wasn’t too upset.
With his abilities, he was certain he’d eventually prove Xiao Ruohan’s mother and those keyboard warriors wrong.
For the time being, he’d just have to endure it.
But the next moment, his phone rang.
The caller ID showed a familiar five-digit shortcode—the official number of the Martial Arts Guild.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
