Chapter 450: Shang Yan Obtained

Cheng Feng is no longer the poor boy he once was.

Not to mention the forces he controls.

The remaining silver he collected from Qingxi County alone is more than this amount.

What's more, Cheng Feng still has the head of Liehuo Fawang.

50,000 taels, it's very simple.

Without any nonsense, Cheng Feng calmly placed the 50,000-tael silver note in front of Shopkeeper Qian.

"The deed of sale."

Shopkeeper Qian didn't say much either; it was just a matter of money for goods.

She ordered a maid to retrieve Shang Yan's deed of sale.

She handed the deed of sale to Cheng Feng, her face filled with a fawning smile, and said, "Young Master Cheng, this is Shang Yan's deed of sale. Please keep it safe."

Cheng Feng took the deed of sale, checked it carefully, and after confirming it was correct, handed it to Shang Yan, saying, "Miss Shang Yan, from now on, you are completely free."

Shang Yan took the deed of sale, her hands trembling slightly, and tears of excitement sparkled in her eyes. She looked at Cheng Feng and said affectionately, "Young Master Cheng, thank you. If it weren't for you, I truly wouldn't know what to do."

Cheng Feng looked at Shang Yan with a smile and said, "Silly girl, there's no need to be so polite. I will protect you from now on and won't let you suffer any more harm."

Shopkeeper Qian watched Cheng Feng and Shang Yan from the side, feeling both hatred and jealousy in her heart, but she dared not show it.

She forced a smile and said, "Honored guest, since the matter is settled, is there anything else you need?"

Cheng Feng glanced at her coldly and said, "I hope your pavilion will keep its mouth shut regarding Shang Yan's affairs in the future. If any of Shang Yan's relatives come to visit, the Shopkeeper can send someone to find me at the Cheng Mansion."

After exchanging addresses, Shopkeeper Qian nodded repeatedly like a pestle pounding garlic and said, "Young Master Cheng, rest assured. Miss Shang Yan's relatives haven't been heard from in a long time. From now on, my Huayan Pavilion and Miss Shang Yan will have no further connection."

The surging waves on her chest made Cheng Feng feel a bit dazzled.

But with Shang Yan by his side, Cheng Feng wouldn't show a look of obsession.

"It feels even bigger than Cai'er's."

Without revealing his thoughts, Cheng Feng led Shang Yan straight out the door.

The sun hung in the sky as always.

Yet Shang Yan felt the world was already different.

That was the taste of freedom.

Shang Yan took a deep breath of the warm air, a brilliant smile blooming on her face; that smile was like a flower in full bloom in spring, bright and moving.

She clutched the deed of sale in her hand tightly, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

"Young Master Cheng, I never thought that one day I could truly be free." Shang Yan turned her head to look at Cheng Feng, her eyes full of gratitude and reliance, "You not only gave me freedom but also gave me the hope of living again."

Cheng Feng looked at Shang Yan's innocent and charming appearance, and his heart couldn't help but stir.

Cheng Feng smiled and said, "Miss Shang Yan, this is just the beginning. The days ahead are long, and I will take you to see more scenery and experience more beauty."

Shang Yan nodded gently, a light of longing flickering in her eyes. She imagined her future life, her heart filled with anticipation.

As the two were walking, suddenly, a commotion came from ahead.

Cheng Feng frowned and vigilantly pulled Shang Yan to the side.

They saw a group of people gathered together, seemingly arguing about something.

He pulled on Shang Yan, who was looking up with curiosity.

Cheng Feng said calmly, "The world outside is difficult; let's not get involved in these matters for now."

Seeing Cheng Feng's firm gaze, Shang Yan nodded, "I understand. The environment in the pavilion wasn't as harmonious as you might think, Young Master."

Cheng Feng understood.

There are circles everywhere; without some skills, Shang Yan would likely have been eaten alive long ago.

"It is I who was too naive."

Through a gap, Cheng Feng saw a young man inside being besieged by several bullies.

Although the man fought back with all his might, he was ultimately outnumbered and gradually losing ground.

One of the bullies said viciously, "Kid, you'd better hand over the money obediently, or you'll suffer today!"

The young man gritted his teeth and said, "I don't have any money at all. You are bullying people too much!"

Just then, a thug suddenly pulled a dagger from his bosom and stabbed toward the young man.

The young man widened his eyes in terror and hurriedly dodged.

Dodging left and right, he rushed toward Cheng Feng and Shang Yan.

He looked as panicked as a passerby.

Cheng Feng, however, narrowed his eyes.

Although this young man appeared flustered, his footwork and posture had a hidden method; he was not truly without the power to resist.

I'm afraid...

There was no time to think; his treasure was by his side, and he couldn't let the beauty be startled.

He extended his leg and flicked it, and the approaching young man was kicked flying.

The young man was kicked by Cheng Feng and flew backward, falling heavily to the ground, yet he was not injured.

With a roll, he stood up steadily. He looked stunned, looked up at Cheng Feng, and a flash of anger crossed his eyes.

Seeing this, the several bullies were stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage from shame and rushed toward Cheng Feng, shouting.

"Where did this idler come from, meddling in other people's business? Do you need to stick your hand into Grandpa's affairs?"

A cold sneer curled the corner of Cheng Feng's mouth. His figure moved, his footsteps weaving between these thugs and bullies.

He used both fists and feet, every strike precise and powerful; the thugs and bullies couldn't react in time.

Two seconds later, the several bullies were lying on the ground in a heap, unconscious and unable to move.

Cheng Feng turned around and looked at the young man, his gaze filled with scrutiny.

The young man hesitated slightly, then stepped forward and stood three paces away from Cheng Feng, cupping his hands in thanks, though his words carried a hint of resentment: "Many thanks to you, brother, for your rescue; I am deeply grateful. However, that kick you delivered just now—why did it have to land on me?"

Cheng Feng's gaze was sharp as a Sword, staring straight at the young man as he sneered coldly: "Stop playing dumb here. Regardless of who instructed you, committing violence in the street in broad daylight is no small matter. Furthermore, the sleeve arrow on your wrist is already exposed; do you still think you can hide it from me?"

The young man's expression changed instantly; he subconsciously crossed his wrists to touch them, his face growing even uglier as he blurted out: "You tricked me on purpose..."

"Haha, just a joke, don't take it seriously." Cheng Feng flicked his hand casually.

"As a Martial Artist in the Organ Refining realm, you were actually being bullied by local thugs; what is wrong with me having a little fun with you?"

The smile on the young man's face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold expression: "Hmph, as expected, this job of killing is not so easy to do."

Having said that, he flicked his sleeve violently, and a thin, willow-leaf-like blade slid into his palm.

"I am also forced by circumstances, kid. When you reach the underworld, I will burn some extra paper money for you."