Chapter 448: Shang Yan of the Three-Source Body 2

"Heimu Prefecture, Heimu Chuan, and who might you be?"

"Someone from the Heimu family? Coming here at a time like this..."

Cheng Feng immediately realized the identity and background of the person who had arrived.

There was no need to clash with people from the City Lord Mansion for the time being.

Cheng Feng said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "I am a nobody, not worth mentioning. But Young Master Chuan, you broke in—what for?"

The corner of Heimu Chuan's mouth curled into a sneer. He looked Cheng Feng up and down and laughed coldly: "A nobody?

To be able to gain the favor of Miss Shang Yan here in Huayan Pavilion, you certainly aren't an Ordinary person.

Kid, I'm warning you: Miss Shang Yan is someone I've taken a fancy to. You stay far away from Miss Shang Yan from now on."

Cheng Feng's expression remained calm. He looked straight at Heimu Chuan and said: "Young Master Chuan's words are baffling. I, Cheng Feng, am merely here at Huayan Pavilion to drink and have some fun. Does the City Lord Mansion have to manage that too?"

Heimu Chuan let out a cold snort, took a step forward, closed in on Cheng Feng, and whispered viciously: "Stop playing dumb! Hongyu and Shang Yan are people I have my eye on. You actually dare to lay a finger on them? If I don't teach you a lesson today, where will the dignity of my Heimu Prefecture be?"

Cheng Feng sneered inwardly; it was clear that this Heimu Chuan was bullying others by relying on his status.

He turned slightly to the side, dodging Heimu Chuan's gaze, which the latter thought was oppressive, and said indifferently: "Young Master Chuan, this Huayan Pavilion is not your Heimu Prefecture, and the young ladies inside are not the private property of your Heimu Prefecture. Cheng Feng and they are here by mutual consent; where does this talk of 'laying a finger' come from?"

Heimu Chuan's face darkened, and he shouted angrily: "You sharp-tongued fellow, it seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin!"

Having said that, he slammed a fist toward Cheng Feng's face. The wind from his fist whistled, and his momentum was startling.

"Black Demon Fist."

Cheng Feng's eyes sharpened. His figure flashed rapidly, and he easily dodged this punch from Heimu Chuan.

Judging by the move just now, the person before him was merely a Martial Artist at the Bone Refining Mid Stage.

He could handle it.

Cheng Feng stood to the side, patted the non-existent dust off his body, and said coldly: "Young Master Chuan, resorting to violence at the slightest disagreement—is this the style of conduct of your Heimu Prefecture?"

Seeing that his strike had missed, Heimu Chuan was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected Cheng Feng to be able to dodge his attack so easily.

But he did not stop there. He pressed forward again, his legs sweeping toward Cheng Feng's waist like whips.

Cheng Feng applied a little force to his feet, gave a light leap, and jumped behind Heimu Chuan.

He took the opportunity to kick at Heimu Chuan's back. Heimu Chuan reacted extremely quickly, stumbling forward and narrowly dodging the kick.

During this exchange between the two, the surrounding air seemed to become tense.

The servants behind Heimu Chuan also moved forward stealthily, surrounding Cheng Feng.

Heimu Chuan steadied himself, turned around, and looked at Cheng Feng. A trace of gravity flashed in his eyes as he said: "I didn't expect you to have some skill. I underestimated you."

Cheng Feng crossed his arms, ignoring the surrounding blockade, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly: "Young Master Chuan, if you are only here to fight me, then I, Cheng Feng, will accompany you to the end.

But if you are making unreasonable trouble and trying to make things difficult for me over some groundless charge, then I advise you to stop now, lest you lose the face of Heimu Prefecture."

Heimu Chuan's expression was uncertain; he was hesitant. He had thought Cheng Feng was a soft persimmon that could be squeezed at will, but he hadn't expected Cheng Feng to have such skills.

If he continued to fight, he might not necessarily gain any advantage, but if he stopped now, he was truly unwilling.

Naturally, the price for someone he could hire was not cheap.

But his background couldn't scare the other party.

And his skill was not as good as Cheng Feng's.

If he really had to use his full strength, the price wouldn't be enough.

Just at this moment, a follower behind Heimu Chuan leaned into his ear and whispered something.

After hearing it, a trace of cunning flashed in Heimu Chuan's eyes. He looked at Cheng Feng and sneered: "Cheng Feng, is it?

You're just backed by a small gang like the Hong Sect. I have urgent matters to attend to, so consider yourself lucky today.

However, this matter is not over. We shall see!"

After speaking, he waved his hand and left Huayan Pavilion with his men.

Cheng Feng watched Heimu Chuan's departing back. He knew in his heart that this Heimu Chuan would certainly not let it go, and the Hong Sect would likely need to be more on guard in the future.

He didn't take this matter to heart and turned to walk toward the room where Hongyu and Shang Yan were. He wanted to see what kind of conspiracy was waiting for him behind all this.

Hongyu watched as the help she had found within the sect just slunk away like that.

She was speechless: "What happened to finding a big shot?

Is this it???"

This was also Hongyu misjudging the situation.

Anyone who could gain a foothold in Heimu Prefecture had to give the Heimu family some face.

After all, they still had to make a living in this territory!

But Cheng Feng's foundation was not here.

Aside from using force, there really wasn't anyone who could take Cheng Feng down directly.

But could a Martial Artist of the Organ Refining Realm be ordered around like this?

Once the small interlude passed, Cheng Feng got straight to the point.

He pulled Miss Shang Yan back into his arms.

Cheng Feng gently stroked Shang Yan's hair, the faint fragrance from her body lingering at the tip of his nose. A playful smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he teased: "Miss Shang Yan, now that Heimu Chuan has been angered into leaving, we can finally have some peace. But you've been targeted by that guy—are you afraid?"

Shang Yan tilted her head slightly, her cheeks flushed, but her eyes held a trace of stubbornness. She said softly: "With Young Master Cheng here, Shang Yan is naturally not afraid. It's just that Heimu Chuan won't let it go at that; I fear he will cause Young Master Cheng a lot of trouble in the future."

Cheng Feng laughed heartily, tightened his arms, and held Shang Yan firmly in his embrace, saying: "Trouble? What I, Cheng Feng, fear least is trouble. If that Heimu Chuan dares to come and provoke me again, I'm not someone to be trifled with."

Shang Yan leaned in Cheng Feng's arms, listening to his powerful heartbeat, and felt a sense of peace. She hesitated for a moment before asking: "Young Master Cheng, who exactly are you? Why do you have such skills that even Heimu Chuan is not in your eyes?"

Cheng Feng was slightly stunned, then laughed: "Miss Shang Yan, I am merely a wanderer drifting about. Having some skills is just to protect myself in this chaotic world. As for that Heimu Chuan, I, Cheng Feng, am not afraid of him."

Seeing that Cheng Feng did not want to say more, Shang Yan did not press further, only nodding gently. She looked up at Cheng Feng's handsome face, her eyes full of affection, and said softly: "Young Master Cheng, to be able to embrace you like this today, Shang Yan has no regrets in this life."

Cheng Feng looked at Shang Yan's affectionate gaze, his heart stirred, and he lowered his head to gently kiss her red lips. Shang Yan was slightly startled at first, then closed her eyes and responded passionately to Cheng Feng's kiss.

The two's kiss became increasingly fervent, and the surrounding air seemed to become scorching hot.