“Old Hu, what’s going on with you?”
Wang Fatty looked at the wooden dummy and then at Hu Ba Yi.
We’ve been practicing martial arts for only a month, and half of that was in the desert where we couldn’t even practice. How is the gap between us so huge?
“Could it be a problem with the wooden dummy?”
Wang Fatty raised his palm and slammed it down hard on the wooden dummy.
Bang!!
Wang Fatty’s mouth gaped open wide enough to swallow a duck egg. He clutched his right hand with his left, his face contorted in pain as he squatted on the ground, unable to make a sound.
“Fatty, what’s wrong?”
“I…嘶——pain嘶——”
Wang Fatty shot a glance at the wooden dummy, unable to utter a complete sentence.
“Who told you to be so reckless.” Hu Ba Yi laughed out loud, “I thought you could also crack the wooden dummy. You scared me.”
“I feel like my bones are broken!” Wang Fatty was so frustrated he could spit blood. “Do you have any medicinal oil? Go get some for me.”
“Maybe you should go see a doctor, just in case there are any long-term effects.”
“Old Hu, how did you crack that wooden dummy? It’s so strong.”
“Lu Feng gave me a Yellow Dragon Pill, and I can do this after taking it.”
“It’s a pill!”
Wang Fatty’s eyes lit up. “Take me to find Lu Feng!”
Hu Ba Yi hesitated for a moment before taking Fatty to find Lu Feng.
As they arrived at Lu Feng’s yard, they saw him manipulating a hand seal.
A six-inch long flying dagger leaped from the ground, continuously spinning in the air, going up and down, or spinning back and forth… it was as nimble as a butterfly.
“This——”
Hu Ba Yi and Wang Fatty exchanged glances, seeing the shock in each other’s eyes.
Controlling objects with the mind?
Just how many skills did Lu Feng possess?
After discovering Hu Ba Yi and Fatty, Lu Feng stopped practicing his swordsmanship.
“What is it?” Lu Feng asked.
“Fatty just now…”
“He probably got a concussion, just get some medicine from a doctor and rub it on.”
“Lu Feng, Feng Ge, I also want a Yellow Dragon Pill. Look——” Wang Fatty chuckled, his expression obsequious.
“This is a Marrow Washing Pill. As for the rest, I’ll consider it if I see your habit of being reckless and talkative change.”
“Marrow Washing Pill? Like the ones in novels?”
“Something similar.”
“Feng Ge is so righteous.”
Wang Fatty’s spirit was boosted. He put his arm around Hu Ba Yi and said: “Old Hu, now that I have a Marrow Washing Pill, I will become a martial arts prodigy, and I’ll catch up with you sooner or later.”
“I’ve already taken it.”
The arrogance on Wang Fatty’s face instantly froze, his expression quickly changing. “Quickly, help me find a doctor. My hand hurts so much.”
After confirming that there was no serious damage to his palm, Fatty also took the Marrow Washing Pill.
Then he started practicing diligently.
When he got tired, he would go to Da Jin Ya to learn about antique appreciation.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Lu Feng prepared to head to the New Moon Hotel for the appointment. Queen of Jingjue, Wu Chan, immediately followed him.
Lu Feng did not stop her.
He was also worried about Wu Chan causing trouble alone outside, especially since her ideas hadn’t changed yet. In her eyes, she was still the law.
“Old Hu, why don’t we go with them?”
“Go with them for what?” Hu Ba Yi rolled his eyes. “Do you want to be a third wheel? Spend more time practicing.”
Wang Fatty’s jaw dropped in disbelief. “Do you mean to say, Lu Feng and Wu Chan are talking about that?”
“I never said that.”
“A love spanning two thousand years? Fatty, I’ve never encountered something so incredible in my life. I can brag about this for the rest of my life.”
“Stop talking nonsense, practice.”
“Yes, yes.”
…
…
When Lu Feng and Wu Chan arrived at the New Moon Hotel, Yin Nan Feng was waiting at the entrance.
“Mr. Lu, Miss Wu Chan, I’ve already prepared a feast. Please follow me.” Yin Nan Feng immediately stepped forward, her face adorned with a professional smile.
“Miss Yin, lead the way.”
“This way, please.”
Along the way, Wu Chan looked around with curiosity, as if she were a country bumpkin visiting the Grand View Garden. She was very curious about the New Moon Hotel.
Yin Nan Feng led them through the lobby and into a private room at the back of the hotel.
Lu Feng immediately saw the handsome man sitting in the main seat. He looked like he was in his early twenties, but there was an air of age about him.
Wu Chan narrowed her eyes, sizing up Zhang Ri Shan.
Zhang Ri Shan’s brows furrowed, he was feeling a bit uncomfortable being looked at like that.
He only felt this way when he was facing off against members of the Wang family.
Members of the Wang family?
“Miss Yin, would you mind introducing us?” Lu Feng said.
“This is the head manager of our New Moon Hotel, Manager Zhang Ri Shan. He knows that you have many valuable treasures and would like to get to know you.”
“You are more than just a head manager, aren’t you? President of the Nine Gates Association?”
Zhang Ri Shan subconsciously glanced at Yin Nan Feng, seeing that she was also taken aback, and then said to Lu Feng, “How did you know?”
Aside from the Nine Gates members, few people knew his real identity.
After all, living for over a hundred years while still looking like a young man in his twenties would make people feel uneasy. His public identity was the head manager.
“The only person who can make the Yin family’s eldest daughter stand while he sits is Zhang Qi Shan’s aide, Zhang Ri Shan.” Lu Feng smiled as he took a seat.
“Who are you exactly?”
Zhang Ri Shan’s face darkened.
“I’m just a country bumpkin who has heard a little about the Nine Gates.”
“Do you think I’ll believe that?”
Zhang Ri Shan was even more suspicious. As he tapped his fingers on the table, more than a dozen people in tight clothes entered the large private room.
Lu Feng glanced at them and said casually: “It seems like today isn’t about apologizing, but about probing my background. Why bother going through so much trouble?”
As he spoke, two Dap Ghost Insects flew out of his sleeve, wrapped in flames, circling Lu Feng slowly.
Yin Nan Feng’s pupils constricted and she subconsciously took a step back.
Zhang Ri Shan’s eyes narrowed, fixated on the fireflies.
It was clear who killed Huang San.
“You are too ruthless.” Zhang Ri Shan said in a deep voice.
“Ruthless?”
Lu Feng chuckled. “What if one day, while you’re having a deep conversation with a companion, I sneak in and watch the whole thing – tsk, tsk.”
Zhang Ri Shan…”