Several days passed in a flash. During this time, Li Feng stayed in the villa, focusing on recuperating. Though his dantian still couldn’t gather spiritual energy, the pain throughout his body had vanished.
Aside from being unable to cultivate, he was no different from an ordinary person.
Over these days, Li Feng had seen Hu Yuanyuan a few times. She returned late each night and left early each morning, as if speaking an extra word to him would cost her something.
However, seeing Li Feng’s astonishing recovery speed, almost changing daily, Hu Yuanyuan was stunned, and the private doctors were even more so.
In the words of the doctor treating Li Feng, in decades of practice, he had never encountered someone with such a “recovery” talent.
On this day, the sun shone brightly. Li Feng stepped out of the villa and went to a nearby park to stretch his limbs. The sunlight felt warm on his skin.
“Young Master Feng, how are you feeling today?” Li Quan asked, approaching from the park’s entrance.
Li Feng turned, slightly surprised, seeing Li Quan jogging over, panting. It was the first time he’d seen him in days.
“Much better,” Li Feng said with a smile.
“Good to hear,” Li Quan replied, smiling as he walked over. “Young Master Feng, I’ve made arrangements. In a few days, when Liu Shichao returns from Nanling, we’ll meet them at the Emperor’s Pavilion.”
So soon? A cold glint flashed in Li Feng’s eyes.
If you’re so eager to court death, don’t blame me for being ruthless. I’m not the old Li Feng. If you want me dead, you’ll pay a price.
Li Quan, Liu Shichao, let’s see what tricks you have up your sleeves.
Though he thought this, Li Feng didn’t show it, simply nodding, “Got it.”
At that moment, a figure suddenly approached them.
Li Feng looked and saw a young man, decent-looking but with thin lips and an arrogant demeanor.
“Li Feng, how is a cripple like you still alive?” the young man pointed, his gaze sharp as a blade, glaring at Li Feng.
“Sun Xipeng, what do you want? How dare you disrespect Young Master Feng!” Li Quan frowned, scolding him.
“Young Master Feng? Him?” Sun Xipeng sneered at Li Feng. “This cripple dares call himself Young Master Feng? Look at what he’s worth!”
From his memories, Li Feng knew Sun Xipeng was a renowned genius in Tianhai City. At fifteen, he started his own business, founding the Sun Group, and was one of the city’s top ten outstanding youths.
He and Hu Yuanyuan were classmates, and he had pursued her since high school. But Li Feng, a spoiled playboy, became Hu Yuanyuan’s fiancé, making Sun Xipeng resent him and often mock him.
“Sun Xipeng, Young Master Feng isn’t someone you can offend!” Li Quan shouted.
Sun Xipeng ignored him, coldly staring at Li Feng. “You’d better stay away from Hu Yuanyuan. Don’t let me see you with her.”
Li Feng’s eyes narrowed, and he said slowly, word by word, “And if I don’t?”
“Don’t?” Sun Xipeng paused, then sneered, “You’ll find out!” He turned to leave.
“Seems you’re used to bullying me,” Li Feng mocked himself, stepping back three paces.
With a slight breath, he surged forward two steps, raised his right leg, and kicked Sun Xipeng with a thud, sending him sprawling.
“Threatening me?” Li Feng’s aura was like a tiger descending a mountain, his sharp gaze fixed on Sun Xipeng.
The surroundings fell silent. Even Li Quan was stunned by Li Feng’s unusual actions.
After a brief moment of shock, Sun Xipeng recovered. If it hadn’t happened before his eyes, he wouldn’t believe Li Feng dared kick him.
Everyone in Tianhai City knew Li Feng was weak, cowardly, and easy to bully. Despite his six-foot height and over two hundred pounds, even a servant could mock him to his face.
“Cripple, you’ve got guts! A few days gone, and you dare kick me!” Though unsure what had provoked Li Feng, Sun Xipeng didn’t take him seriously.
Li Quan snapped out of his shock, his mind racing. Seeing Sun Xipeng speak, he chimed in, “Sun Xipeng, who do you think you are? What doesn’t Young Master Feng dare do? If he hadn’t stayed up late talking with Sister-in-law last night, that kick could’ve killed you.”
His words hit a nerve. Sun Xipeng’s face darkened, rage flaring. He knew Li Feng and Hu Yuanyuan lived together. Could this kid have done something to his goddess?
“Li Feng, you’ve got some nerve, daring to kick Young Master Sun! Is that pig body of yours itching again? Need me to loosen you up?”
The speaker was Hu Meng, under five-foot-seven, skinny as a monkey. He was Sun Xipeng’s lackey, always by his side. He’d been flirting nearby and saw Li Feng kick Sun Xipeng, rushing over to threaten him.
“Get lost. This isn’t your place to speak.”
Li Feng’s face darkened, glaring at Sun Xipeng. “Tell me, were you threatening me just now?”
“Well, look at that! Tianhai City’s cripple dares talk to me like this!” Sun Xipeng was enraged by Li Feng’s boldness, stepping toward him.
Before he got close, a large hand grabbed his neck. His body lifted, and he was slammed to the ground.
“Ah!” Sun Xipeng hadn’t expected Li Feng to act so swiftly. Thrown to the ground in just a shirt, he cried out in pain.
But it wasn’t over. Li Feng pressed his mud-covered sneaker onto Sun Xipeng’s chest, ignoring his struggles and the crowd’s shocked gasps, smiling faintly, “What? Just stepping on you.”
Everyone was dumbfounded, eyes wide, glasses metaphorically shattering.
Hu Meng, ready to join Sun Xipeng in beating Li Feng, froze, his mind reeling. He rubbed his eyes frantically. Was this a dream?
Li Feng felt a secret thrill. Though his body was still weak, after clearing his acupuncture points, it had been refined and reborn.
All his hidden ailments were gone. Aside from not cultivating, his body was as strong as an ox.
With his mastery of the body’s meridians and acupuncture points, who in this park could match his raw strength?
Li Quan watched in shock as Li Feng transformed from a docile sheep into a man-eating tiger. Seeing the lofty Sun Xipeng pinned and wailing under Li Feng’s foot, he could hardly believe his eyes.
“Young Master Feng…”
Li Feng waved him off, “Stay out of this. Today, I’m settling scores with them.”
He wasn’t the old, weak, cowardly Li Feng. Even a mountain of blades or sea of fire wouldn’t scare him, let alone Sun Xipeng, a mere mortal.
Still think I’m a weakling? Time to settle old and new scores.
Caught off guard, Sun Xipeng was slammed down and pinned under Li Feng’s foot. Humiliated before a crowd, he struggled furiously, trying to push Li Feng’s leg off to stand.
But Li Feng’s leg was like an iron pillar, immovable no matter how he thrashed.
Whether it was Hu Meng, Li Quan, or the onlookers, they twitched in shock, hearts racing.
Fights were common, but one person pinning another underfoot like this was rare.
When did Li Feng become so fierce?
Everyone wondered.
“Damn it, this guy’s gone mad! Hu Meng, get over here and beat him! What are you waiting for?” Sun Xipeng, face twisted, shouted for help.
Hu Meng, cunning as he was, saw Li Feng’s back turned and thought he had an opening. A ruthless glint in his eyes, he sneaked behind Li Feng and threw a punch at his back.
The punch landed solidly, but Li Feng turned, smiling as if unbothered.
“Scratching my back? Let me teach you how to hit.”
Slap! His hand moved fast, a sharp strike landing on Hu Meng’s face, the sound echoing in the quiet morning.
From memory, this punk had bullied “him” the most, so Li Feng hit harder.
Two bloodied teeth flew out, and Hu Meng’s cheek swelled visibly with finger marks.
“Ow!” Hu Meng spun in place from the slap, stumbling back several steps toward the crowd before stopping, his eyes filled with one word: fear.
With that slap, nearly everyone shuddered, realizing something: Li Feng had changed.
No longer weak, cowardly, or easily bullied. Though they didn’t want to admit it, the facts forced them to.
Stepping on Sun Xipeng, slapping Hu Meng away, yet with no trace of ferocity, just a faint, mocking smile, as if it was as natural as breathing.
Among the onlookers, two who had bullied Li Feng shrank back, afraid he’d notice them.
“Wang Yilong, Shen Changyu, what are you waiting for? This guy’s lost it. If we don’t stop him, we’re done for!”
Poor Sun Xipeng, still unaware of Li Feng’s transformation, was urging Wang Yilong and Shen Changyu to help.
“Noisy!” Li Feng pressed his foot harder, turning Sun Xipeng’s face pale, tears streaming from pain, unable to continue.
Li Feng glanced down at the now-motionless Sun Xipeng, then swept his mocking gaze over Wang Yilong and Shen Changyu in the crowd.
“For over two years, you’ve bullied me plenty. If it wasn’t too much, I let it slide. But threaten me? If I tolerate that, how can I, Li Feng, go on?”
The onlookers, hearing his words, privately thought Sun Xipeng and the others had gone too far.
No matter how pathetic or weak Li Feng was, threatening him was too much. He was still a wealthy young master.
If it were anyone else, they’d have fought back with weapons.
People are like that. If this were the old Li Feng, he’d have slunk away, not daring to make a sound.
Others would mock and ridicule him as always, never considering how they’d react in his place.
But today, Li Feng fought back fiercely, overpowering his foes effortlessly. Others naturally thought they’d fight back too, perhaps even more fiercely.
“Had enough of the show? If you’re done, go back where you came from. You, come here!”
Li Feng coldly glanced at the crowd, pointing at Hu Meng.
Clutching his swollen cheek, nearly retreating into the crowd, Hu Meng shuddered. He really didn’t want another hit.
