Chapter 526

Seeing the two's atmosphere growing increasingly tense, Xu Yansong immediately stepped forward.

His forehead was drenched in sweat, but he couldn't bother with that.

He hurried to stand between the two, putting on a smile, trying to ease the atmosphere.

"Mr. Jiang, Miss Linghu, we're all our own people; let's talk things out nicely, nicely..."

Xu Yansong said while secretly glancing at Jiang Feng.

At this moment, his attitude toward Jiang Feng had undergone a huge change.

When he came yesterday, he still thought Jiang Feng was just an ordinary doctor, a bastard who had deceived his niece.

He even considered giving this clueless youngster a proper lesson.

But today is different.

He had already learned from Xu Tong that Jiang Feng had no intimate relationship with his niece Jiang Yan.

On the contrary, Jiang Yan stayed at the Su Family to protect the Xu Family!

And last night, Jiang Feng not only rescued his niece but also drove back those fearsome Qilin Guards.

Who are those Qilin Guards?

They are elite warriors who crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the top force of the military.

If Jiang Feng could repel them, what kind of strength must he possess?

Xu Yansong dared not think about it, nor did he want to.

He only knew that he owed Jiang Feng a great favor.

Therefore, he remains deeply grateful toward Jiang Feng.

Compared to Xu Tong, Xu Yansong, as the Governor of Jiangnan Province, knows even better how terrifying the Qilin Guard is!

Once that force is mobilized, even local officials must retreat three leagues.

If it weren't for Jiang Feng's intervention, even the Kyoto Jiang family might not have been able to protect Jiang Yan!

By then, he would truly have no face to meet his sister under the Nine Springs.

Thinking of this, Xu Yansong's gaze at Jiang Feng became even more complex.

He wore a gentle smile, his tone unusually courteous, as he spoke to Jiang Feng.

"Mr. Jiang, you might not know yet, this Miss Linghu Xue is born into the Linghu Family! She is from a top-tier clan in Kyoto..."

Xu Yansong paused here deliberately, wanting to see Jiang Feng's reaction.

Jiang Feng's face remained calm, showing no reaction.

Xu Yansong sighed inwardly and continued speaking.

"The Linghu Family is one of the Four Great Top-tier Clans, wielding tremendous power. Miss Linghu herself came to Jiangnan, also for Miss Su Xueyan's matter..."

Linghu Xue, upon hearing this, arrogantly lifted her head, her delicate chin slightly raised, her eyes showing a hint of pride.

She glanced at Xu Yansong, then at Jiang Feng, and then spoke lightly, her tone full of condescension.

"You could say you're lucky."

Her voice was very soft, as if she were granting alms.

"Tell you, Su Xueyan is of the Linghu bloodline. Now the family needs her, so as long as you tell me her whereabouts, the Linghu Family can guarantee you wealth and honor."

After Linghu Xue finished speaking, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, waiting to see Jiang Feng moved to tears of gratitude.

In her view, someone like Jiang Feng would never have a chance to see a person like her in his lifetime, unless it were for Su Xueyan's sake.

A country bumpkin from Jiangnan, a doctor running a medical hall—what insight could he possibly have?

If Jiang Feng's rudeness just now stemmed from ignorance, she could grudgingly forgive him once.

After all, the ignorant fear nothing.

Yet unexpectedly, Jiang Feng remained indifferent, not even glancing at her.

He picked up the teacup on the table, took a slow sip, then set it down, his eyes on the tea in the cup, and said lightly.

"Which family she's from, I'm not interested."

His voice was flat, as if he were commenting on the nice weather today.

Then he lifted his head, looked at Linghu Xue, his gaze turning cold, and spoke word by word.

"This is the Su Family, the Su Family—we do not welcome people from the Linghu Family."

As soon as these words left his mouth, Linghu Xue flew into a rage.

Her face went from white to red, then to bluish, her eyes full of coldness, like two knives shooting straight at Jiang Feng.

At first she could still regard Jiang Feng as ignorant.

But now she could be certain.

Jiang Feng was openly provoking the dignity of the Linghu Family!

"You have a lot of nerve!"

Linghu Xue's voice was loud, brimming with uncontainable anger.

A powerful aura burst forth from her body in an instant.

Heavenly Human Realm!

That aura surged from within her like an invisible storm, ravaging the living room.

Xu Yansong's face turned pale, his body involuntarily stepping back several steps, only stabilizing when his back hit the wall.

Linghu Xue's Heavenly Human aura instantly surged to its peak, enveloping the entire living room, leaving people unable to breathe.

She stared at Jiang Feng, her eyes filled with killing intent.

"I ask you again, where is Su Xueyan?"

Her voice was icy, cold as a winter wind.

Jiang Feng sat on the sofa, his expression calm, utterly still.

His clothes snapped in the breeze of that aura, yet his body didn't sway an inch, as if he were rooted to the sofa.

He did not answer Linghu Xue's question, nor even glance at her.

Xu Yansong watched the scene, his heart racing with anxiety.

He hurried forward, grabbed Jiang Feng's arm, lowered his voice, and urgently reminded him.

"Mr. Jiang, Miss Linghu's identity is not ordinary; you just offended the Qilin Guard yesterday, and if you offend her too… even the Imperial Family might not be able to protect you."

Xu Yansong's voice was full of concern; he genuinely had Jiang Feng's best interests at heart.

Offending a Qilin Guard is already troublesome enough; if you also offend the Linghu family, there will be no place for you in the entire empire.

Jiang Feng sensed Xu Yansong's goodwill, turned his head to glance at him, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"Don't worry, Provincial Governor Xu; she can't move me yet."

His voice wasn't loud, but each word was crystal clear, his tone carrying an ineffable confidence.

Xu Yansong froze for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Jiang Feng turned his head, looking at Linghu Xue, his expression calm.

Then, he slightly raised his hand.

But at that very moment, Linghu Xue's expression changed.

She felt a massive pressure descend upon her instantly, like a great mountain falling from the sky and crushing her body.

That pressure was too strong—so strong that her Heavenly Human Realm aura, before it, was like a tiny leaf boat in a vast sea, liable to be swallowed at any moment.

Linghu Xue's pupils contracted sharply, her eyes filled with shock.

She almost instantly identified the source of this pressure—it was emanating from Jiang Feng.

At the same time, her inner self was also shocked beyond measure.

Why? Why does this man possess such terrifying power?

Could it be that I misjudged him?

The pressure grew stronger and stronger, like an invisible giant hand squeezing her body from all sides.

She felt her bones creaking, her internal organs as if being squeezed, the pain almost making her cry out.

She gritted her teeth, desperately circulating her cultivation technique to resist the pressure.

But it was utterly useless.

That pressure was too strong—so strong that her cultivation technique before it was as flimsy as paper.

In just an instant, a trace of blood seeped from the corner of Linghu Xue's mouth.

Her face turned deathly pale, her forehead beaded with cold sweat, her body trembling slightly, yet her gaze remained steadfast, locked on Jiang Feng.

Barely a moment later, Linghu Xue could no longer hold on.

She let out a muffled groan, her body swayed, and she almost collapsed.

That pressure finally dissipated, receding like a tide—coming fast and going fast.

Linghu Xue gasped for air, reaching out to steady herself on the nearby tea table before she could barely stand.

Her face was as white as paper, the trace of blood at the corner of her mouth stark against her fair skin.

She immediately lifted her head, looking at Jiang Feng with utter terror, her lips trembling, her voice shaking.

"Who… what exactly are you?"

Linghu Xue's voice had lost its former arrogance and contempt, replaced by shock and fear.

She had lived twenty-eight years, seen countless experts, but had never encountered a situation like this.

A young man who looked in his twenties, a Jiangnan country bumpkin she would never have looked down on, could actually injure her merely with his aura.

What kind of power is this?

Linghu Xue dared not even think about it.

Xu Yansong stood aside, completely dumbfounded.

He had his mouth agape, eyes wide as saucers, staring at the trace of blood on Linghu Xue's lip, then at Jiang Feng sitting motionless on the sofa, his mind a blank.

What is going on?

Is Linghu Xue injured? Hurt by Jiang Feng?

But he didn't see anything at all.

Jiang Feng merely raised his hand—he didn't even move.

Xu Yansong swallowed, his gaze toward Jiang Feng growing even more reverent.

Just who is this young man?