Chapter 61: Interception

After Cheng Feng gave a slight nod to Shopkeeper Mei, his prospective father-in-law, he turned and left.

His goal was very clear: he was going to settle accounts with those few fellows.

Perhaps others would fear these burly men, but for Cheng Feng, who had already cultivated to the Skin Refining realm, they were not to be feared at all.

After all, the effort and sweat he had put in were not in vain.

However, just as Cheng Feng was on his way to his destination, a figure appeared before him without warning, blocking his path.

This person was of medium build and did not look particularly strong or fierce, but a steady and refined aura emanated from his body. Cheng Feng's heart stirred, realizing that this person was by no means an ordinary character.

Cheng Feng stared at the other party, hoping he would state his intentions, but the other party was no fool; he remained silent, and whenever Cheng Feng tried to pass, he would block Cheng Feng's way.

Cheng Feng was furious, his hair standing on end; he widened his eyes and roared in exasperation, "Fine! It looks like you are determined to go against me! Since that's the case, regardless of whether you are connected to them or not, don't think you can stay out of this!"

His voice was deafening; since his own business had been bullied like this, he had to know who was behind it!

Before the other party could even reply, Cheng Feng, like a crazed tiger, threw a punch with fierce, biting wind, aiming straight for the other's chest. This punch contained endless anger and power, as if he wanted to crush the other party completely.

However, facing such a fierce attack from Cheng Feng, the man just stood quietly in place, his eyes as indifferent as water. When the fist was about to strike him, he leaned slightly to one side, easily avoiding Cheng Feng's attack, and even sent Cheng Feng reeling back with a casual movement.

Immediately after, the man spoke slowly, his tone calm and firm: "There is no need to be so agitated; I am merely here to repay a debt. I owed a favor previously, and today I have come specifically to repay it. I do not wish to harm you, so please calm yourself and wait a moment." After finishing,

he stopped speaking and stared quietly at Cheng Feng.

Seeing that nothing could be done, Cheng Feng said in a deep voice, "May I ask for your name, so that in the future I may ask my master if there is any connection between you?"

This was to say that he also had backing.

If he didn't say something, he shouldn't be blamed for calling his elders.

The man was silent for a moment, then said slowly, "Wu Feng."

Cheng Feng cupped his hands: "I will give you face today; this favor is considered repaid. You may come to the tavern to drink in the future; the premium stock at Mei Family Tavern is still in preparation! It is definitely worth a taste."

After saying this, he turned and left.

He couldn't win the fight.

What else could he do but leave?

The other party giving his name was offering him a way out.

His own skills really still needed tempering!

This damn person who appeared out of nowhere was an expert.

Cheng Feng estimated that this person was close to the Blood Refining realm.

However, Cheng Feng had remembered the faces of those few who had caused trouble.

Cheng Feng only hated that he couldn't be in two places at once and wasn't strong enough.

Wang Tieshan was in charge of the big picture at the Martial Arts Hall.

The Inner Sect Disciples each had their own affairs.

It was impossible for Cheng Feng to beg them to help him fight.

After all, his apprenticeship ceremony had not yet begun.

He was not yet truly initiated.

Especially since he was a Closed-door Disciple.

Cheng Feng now understood what he needed.

Force, influence, silver.

Information, status, fame.

The first three were easy to understand.

With the first three, he would have a group of people he could use.

He could also solve his own troubles.

The latter three required Cheng Feng to cultivate them himself while he was still weak.

The enemy was in the shadows, and he was in the light.

Not knowing where the enemy and danger came from was the greatest irresponsibility toward himself.

If he had status, he could also gain access to some high-level information.

If he had fame, who would dare to pull the tiger's whiskers?

For instance, would they dare to jump around in front of Wang Tieshan?

It was only because they saw he was weak and nameless; he was bullied and no one spoke up for him, and they were probably laughing behind his back at his overestimation of his own abilities!

Cheng Feng naturally leaned toward the first three.

Relying on others is not as good as relying on oneself.

The Martial Arts Hall was just a place for Cheng Feng to learn martial arts.

Having climbed up from the bottom, Cheng Feng had an incomparable clarity in his heart.

If he were useless,

no one would come to help him.

This was normal, so normal it was cold and ruthless.

Cheng Feng silently clenched his fists.

Now, neither he nor his family were safe.

What had happened now were just small, underhanded tricks and minions sent by the other party.

Cheng Feng longed to slaughter everyone.

But the fog was thick, and Cheng Feng did not even know whom to take revenge against.

This feeling of being unable to control his own fate

made Cheng Feng feel that he was not yet low-profile enough.

It was a bit too eye-catching.

Fortunately, the Martial Arts Hall still gets a share of the bulk of the profits.

As for this matter, let's see what Master, who just received the Martial Arts Hall's dividend, has to say.

Returning to the Martial Arts Hall, Cheng Feng went straight to the Rear Courtyard main hall, where Wang Tieshan was drinking tea.

Cheng Feng respectfully stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Master."

Wang Tieshan seemed to know why Cheng Feng had come: "Little Feng, you didn't get hurt, did you?"

Cheng Feng naturally wasn't hurt, but he wanted to ask more: who were those people?

Seeing Cheng Feng nod that he was fine, Wang Tieshan didn't beat around the bush: "Regarding this matter, I have a few candidates in mind, but I cannot be certain. They were likely targeting the Martial Arts Hall; you just need to be careful of your opponents when the apprenticeship ceremony is held."

Cheng Feng understood; that was it, a small tavern had only been open for a month, and Hall Master Zhu clearly didn't carry enough weight.

Then who else could it be? Could it be Master's enemies?

Seeing Cheng Feng's expression darken, Wang Tieshan knew what he was worried about and smiled: "Rest assured, they are coming for me. I haven't taken action in a while, so I suppose they are once again unable to resist the urge to test me. However, they will not involve my family; that is a red line. If there is even a hint of that, it would no longer be a test, but an all-out war."

Cheng Feng then mentioned the name and appearance of Wu Feng, saying: "It was this person who blocked me. His skill and realm should be higher than mine. Master, whose family does he belong to?"

Hearing the name Wu Feng and confirming his appearance, Wang Tieshan understood in his heart and said: "He is a swordsman, but a crippled one. He doesn't belong to any family. As long as he appears, he generally doesn't cause death or injury. Don't worry, he may owe money for drinks, but he doesn't owe any favors. This person is actually not bad, it's just that his strength is a bit low."

Cheng Feng was curious: "A crippled... swordsman?"

Wang Tieshan explained: "Yes, more than a decade ago he came here to live in seclusion. Later, he encountered some trouble, couldn't stand by, and took action to settle it, but he also provoked people. When the other side came for revenge, Wu Feng's sword-wielding hand was crippled in the battle, though that person also lost their life. After that, Wu Feng lived in great seclusion within the city and never took action again. The gangs at the time were plundering too ruthlessly, and Wu Feng was forced into it. It was just that due to his strength, he fell short by a move or half a move. At that time, he should have been at the Blood Refining Late Stage, but what happened after that, I am not clear. He hangs around the North City District, and doesn't have much connection to us here."

Cheng Feng also felt some admiration for Wu Feng.

Seeing injustice on the road, he drew his Sword to help.

Not everyone has that kind of spirit.