Su Yan nodded and said to the three of them:
"Master, and my two senior sisters, see you tomorrow."
Jin Youxi waved her hand and replied:
"See you later, junior sister!"
Su Yan burst into laughter.
It all felt incredibly amusing.
At this moment, she felt decades younger.
Watching Chen Feng and the other two leave, Su Yan couldn't help but wonder:
"What kind of martial techniques are these?"
She could tell that Chen Feng wasn’t just spouting nonsense.
Though it seemed absurd for a mere Warrior-level youngster to teach techniques to an elite like her—a Grandmaster—his inexplicable mastery of martial arts was undeniable.
Su Yan had also followed Jin Youxi’s Douyin account.
From her senior sister’s Q&A videos, answering fan questions, she learned the names of the techniques Chen Feng used.
There were three martial arts techniques in total.
The first was called Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms.
The second was called Buddha’s Divine Palm.
The third was called Heavenly Cripple Kick.
All were techniques she had never even heard of before.
Moreover, with her Grandmaster-level insight, Su Yan could discern that these three techniques were undoubtedly Heaven-tier pinnacle-grade martial arts.
Such high-level techniques surpassed what even major martial arts schools could offer.
Only the Nine Great Clans of Great Xia and the Martial Arts Association could rival them.
But what intrigued Su Yan the most wasn’t the techniques themselves.
It was the fact that Chen Feng had mastered all three to the pinnacle level.
This wasn’t just prodigious—it was downright terrifying.
Among all the prodigies Su Yan knew, those who could master a single technique to its peak were few and far between.
As for mastering three simultaneously? She had never even heard of such a thing.
"So this is why the Wei Corporation wants to capture you."
"But now, you belong to me."
Su Yan smiled, opened her phone, and sent a message to the group chat of the Devouring Heaven Club.
Group Leader: From this moment onward, the mission targeting the prodigy Chen Feng is terminated.
Group Leader: Any tasks related to Chen Feng must be reported to me immediately.
The two messages were sent.
Soon, the deputy group leader forwarded them to all subgroups.
Every member who saw them—over eight thousand people—responded instantly.
The Devouring Heaven Club had nearly a hundred elders, each possessing Master-level combat prowess, with nine even reaching Grandmaster level.
This force alone rivaled that of a major clan, lacking only in top-tier power.
Additionally, there were over two hundred administrators overseeing various cities, each at the peak Warrior level.
The senior members numbered in the thousands, all Advanced Warriors, while ordinary members were countless, starting from the Warrior level.
But the recipients of this message weren’t just club members.
There were also undercover agents lurking among them.
The Martial Arts Association headquarters immediately called the Jiangcheng branch.
Yang Honghui was frustrated.
Glancing at the caller ID, he wondered what fresh trouble awaited him.
"Did someone complain to headquarters again?"
When he answered, the voice of the Association President came through.
"We just received intel—the Devouring Heaven Club suddenly issued orders to halt all actions against Chen Feng."
"Moreover, their Group Leader personally demanded oversight on any tasks targeting him."
"Do you understand what needs to be done?"
What needs to be done?
How the hell should I know?
Yang Honghui didn’t grasp the deeper implications, but he still replied:
"Understood, President. You can rest assured."
Rest assured?
The President knew Yang Honghui all too well—he was anything but reliable.
"Then tell me, what exactly do you plan to do?"
Yang Honghui froze.
Then he slapped himself hard.
Gritting his teeth, he tentatively suggested:
"I’ll arrest Chen Feng and interrogate him about why the Devouring Heaven Club is doing this?"
Before he could finish, the President’s furious voice erupted.
"This is your idea of ‘rest assured’?"
"You call this reassuring?"
"Quietly monitor Chen Feng. Record everyone who interacts with him."
"See if you can uncover any leads about the Devouring Heaven Club’s Group Leader."
Yang Honghui hurriedly agreed:
"Understood, President. I’ll personally keep a close eye on him."
So this was about the Devouring Heaven Club.
This organization had long been a thorn in Great Xia’s side.
The Martial Arts Association had launched multiple large-scale crackdowns, but with little effect.
Devouring Heaven Club members sprouted like weeds—cut one down, and two more took its place.
Worse, their Star-Swallowing Technique allowed them to absorb others’ qi and blood, accelerating their cultivation at an alarming rate.
Capturing them was extremely dangerous.
Most critically, no one had ever seen the Devouring Heaven Club’s Group Leader.
Only a few core elders had met them.
Countless undercover agents had infiltrated the club, yet none had gathered any intel on the Group Leader.
It had become the Martial Arts Association’s greatest headache.
After a moment’s thought, Yang Honghui added:
"With the once-in-sixty-years Kunlun Mountain opening imminent, I’d like to send Chen Feng to participate."
The President fell silent for a long time before replying:
"Fine. I watched his duel today."
"I also reviewed the surveillance footage from his apartment. His ideological stance is commendable."
"Mastering three Heaven-tier pinnacle techniques to the pinnacle level makes him ideal for guarding the Dragon Vein."
"Arrange it properly. Also, give him two bottles of second-grade Qi-Blood Pills."
Two bottles of second-grade Qi-Blood Pills!
Yang Honghui’s throat tightened as he swallowed hard, too stunned to speak.
He hadn’t expected headquarters to value Chen Feng so highly.
After hanging up, Yang Honghui immediately began making arrangements.
Meanwhile, the President’s computer screen displayed surveillance footage from Chen Feng’s residence.
It showed the scene where the Western Continent representative had tried to recruit him.
The President kept replaying Chen Feng’s four lines:
"I’d rather be a ghost in Great Xia than a traitorous king."
"Too many ancestors of Great Xia—though I’ve never met them—have given me everything."
"If our forebears never bowed, how can we bend?"
"Master, even if I die here, I won’t let our ancestors down."
The Martial Arts Association President was deeply moved.
A sense of pride swelled in his chest.
Chen Feng’s words made him feel that his lifelong dedication to Great Xia was worth it.
Yet he couldn’t help but lament:
How many more young people like Chen Feng still exist in Great Xia today?
Too many only care about drinking the water, never asking who dug the well.
……
After layers of approvals, Yang Honghui finally retrieved the two bottles of second-grade Qi-Blood Pills from the vault.
These were a whole tier above the first-grade pills Han Ming had taken.
A first-grade pill only increased qi-blood by about 300 points, lasting roughly ten minutes.
But a second-grade pill boosted qi-blood by 400 points, with effects lasting twenty minutes.
Of course, the price was double—each second-grade pill cost a staggering 500,000 on the market.
The reason? The herbs required were exorbitantly expensive, some costing tens of thousands per gram.
Coupled with high failure rates during refinement, the production costs were astronomical.
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