"Chen i, this man dared to injure our young master to this extent, and yet I can’t even take revenge on him? Aren’t you the one being unreasonable?" Wei Rong’s voice was cold, his tone carrying the weight of authority, as if Lin Feng’s existence was beneath his notice.
Lin Feng, his body already battered from Wei Jun’s previous assault, barely had ti to react before Wei Rong’s sudden ambush sent another wave of agony crashing through him.
Blood dripped from his wounds, staining the ground beneath him, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. His vision blurred for a mont before he forced himself to stay standing.
To make matters worse, Wei Rong was at the Foundation Establishnt level.
I knew they were strong, but I can’t even fight back.
If a Foundation Establishnt cultivator wanted to kill , I’d have no choice but to die.
A bitter taste filled his mouth.
The gap between realms was insurmountable—he was nothing more than an ant in their eyes.
Frustration swelled in his chest, the helplessness gnawing at him like a relentless beast.
This was the reality of the cultivation world. Power dictated everything.
Morality, reason, fairness—none of it mattered. Only strength did.
One day, I’ll make these bastards pay!
Lin Feng clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as his eyes glead with cold resolve.
His injuries no longer mattered.
His pain no longer mattered.
First, one of their own had kidnapped his friends simply because their young master had taken a liking to a girl who happened to be his friend.
And now, a random Foundation Establishnt cultivator wanted to end his life under the guise of "justice."
Forget it. I need to focus on the present.
Shaking his head, Lin Feng forcibly pushed aside his anger.
Letting it consu him would only cloud his judgnt.
He was already heavily injured—he couldn’t afford to make reckless moves now.
Chen i remained silent as Wei Rong’s words hung in the air.
Her sharp gaze swept over the battlefield, taking in the destruction left in the wake of Lin Feng’s battle with Wei Jun.
The shattered ground, the lingering traces of spiritual energy—everything told the tale of a brutal clash. Yet what caught her attention the most was Lin Feng himself.
A re nobody from a backwater village like Raincloud erged all alone even needing for help...
And yet, in such a short ti, he had risen from barely matching Yi Bei to clashing head-on with Wei Jun, a cultivator at the tenth level of Qi Condensation.
I knew he was talented when I first sensed the strange aura in his cultivation technique, but this... this is sothing else.
Her eyes shifted to Wei Jun, who had once towered over the battlefield in his giant form.
Now, stripped of his transformation, he stood as an ordinary man, his injuries starkly visible—his chest still bled, and his once-proud face was swollen, bruised, and battered.
Wei Jun, upon noticing Chen i’s arrival, instinctively straightened as if preparing to greet her.
But as soon as he rembered his own sorry state, hesitation flickered across his face.
Though arrogant by nature, he wasn’t foolish.
He had fought Lin Feng fairly and it ended in a draw—there was no honor in boasting about it before Chen i.
Instead, he turned to the newly arrived Wei Rong.
A flicker of unease passed through his expression before he lowered his gaze.
"Uncle, you don’t have to interfere. I’ll be the one to kill him!" His voice was firm, but there was an undercurrent of sothing else—wounded pride, perhaps, or a lingering unwillingness to admit the truth of his defeat.
Wei Rong, however, rely shook his head.
"It’s not that simple, young master." His tone was asured, calm, but the weight behind his words was unmistakable.
"This person killed mbers of our Wei Clan. And while we and the Chen Clan may be enemies, we still follow certain rules—we may cripple each other, we may beat each other half to death, but we do not kill.
Yet this boy, an outsider, not only dared to slay our clansn, but he isn’t even part of the Chen Clan."
Wei Rong’s gaze slid back to Chen i.
Though his face remained composed, the underlying pressure in his voice made it clear—he wasn’t rely seeking approval. He was issuing a challenge.
"What say you, young miss? Is this not fair? The blood of the Wei Clan can be spilled so easily, yet even a naless child from gods-know-where cannot be killed in revenge? Is that justice?"
The Frostvenom Python beneath Chen i let out a sharp hiss, its slit-pupiled eyes gleaming with cold nace.
In an instant, a powerful wave of spiritual energy exploded outward, blanketing the battlefield in an oppressive chill.
The sky itself seed to darken as icy blue energy spread rapidly, turning the already frigid air into a deathly frost.
Lin Feng stiffened. Even with his body screaming in protest, he could sense it—Chen i was hesitating.
She was powerful, but Wei Rong’s words placed her in a difficult position.
The rules of noble clans bound her actions, and this entire situation had spiraled into sothing beyond her control.
This is my fault.
Lin Feng clenched his teeth. He had known that killing those Wei Clan mbers would co back to haunt him, but he hadn’t expected the retaliation to co so soon.
And now, Chen i was being forced into a corner because of his actions.
I should speak up. This is my ss—Chen i shouldn’t have to take the bla for my choices.
Forcing himself to remain calm, Lin Feng inhaled shakily and opened his mouth, willing himself to speak despite the pain ravaging his body.
Every breath was agony. Every movent sent fire lancing through his wounds.
But he couldn’t stay silent.
Yet before he could utter a single word, a voice suddenly rang out.
"If I want to let him go, Wei Rong, can you do anything about it?"
"The words sliced through the air like a blade.
The oppressive spiritual energy in the surroundings suddenly stilled as an even more powerful spiritual energy pressure arrived—one even more powerful than both the Frostvenom Python and Wei Rong combined."
Lin Feng’s eyes widened slightly.
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