"City Lord Yang Dingtian is holding a marital contest for Yang Wanyi!"

In the tavern, many younger martial artists, upon hearing this news, had their eyes glowing with excitement.

One of the more composed individuals shook his head and said, "Yang Wanyi is unmatchably beautiful and a genius of Linglong Hall. Whoever Yang Dingtian chooses as her husband will surely be an extraordinary man. We shouldn't have such wishful thinking..."

"That is true."

One person couldn't help but sigh, "Yang Wanyi is Yang Dingtian's beloved daughter. She's extremely gifted and stunningly beautiful. She's the dream woman for all men. I wonder who will be so lucky as to grab her attention. I'm truly envious…"

"I heard that many talented young men will be coming this time. Some of them are famous geniuses from the Twelve Golden Palaces…"

"What's the use of envy? If we improve our training so we can hold our own against these geniuses, we can win any woman we desire."

Luo Feng, hearing the surrounding chatter, wasn't bothered by Yang Dingtian's marital contest. However, he was taken aback by the news that Yang Wanyi had advanced to the Spiritual Rotation Realm.

Several months ago, when they met in Panlong City, Yang Wanyi was only at the eighth level of the Hell Realm. Now she had entered the Spiritual Rotation Realm, and this made Luo Feng feel a bit of pressure.

I am improving, but so are others. If I want to surpass them, I must work even harder.

Luo Feng secretly resolved this, looking out the window.

Luo Feng swirled his wine cup, murmuring to himself, "Yang Wanyi's celebration banquet will take place three days from now. It seems I must stay in Dayang City for a few more days."

If not for Yang Wanyi's help, the Luo Family would not have become the rulers of Panlong City.

Luo Feng had always remembered this favor.

With Yang Wanyi reaching the Spiritual Rotation Realm and holding a celebration banquet, he naturally could not miss it.

Moreover, Luo Feng had developed some interest in this brilliant woman.

"Waiter, bring me the bill."

He tapped the table, dropped a silver ingot on it, and headed straight out of the tavern.

With the celebration banquet three days away, Luo Feng decided to make the most of the opportunity and explore Dayang City, one of the four major cities in the Flowing Cloud Region.

He had arrived in the city late at night and had not had a chance to properly explore it.

Stepping out of the tavern, Luo Feng was immediately stunned by the sight before him.

Before him was a broad and bustling bluestone street, wide enough for ten horses to gallop side by side. The street was filled with a constant stream of people, mostly martial artists armed with swords. Judging from their auras, none of them were weak.

As expected of one of the four major cities in the Flowing Cloud Region, it's quite prosperous, Luo Feng thought, looking around at the impressive buildings, feeling quite amazed.

Compared to Dayang City, Panlong City seemed like a poor, small town.

Shaking his head, Luo Feng walked onward.

Along the way, Luo Feng saw many people from other dynasties and many unusual curiosities, which was an eye-opener.

"Young master, please help us. My daughter hasn't eaten anything for a day. Please..."

At the corner of the street, a middle-aged woman in ragged clothes knelt on the ground, continuously kowtowing and looking hopefully at passersby.

Next to her was a little girl who, mimicking the woman, was also kneeling and kowtowing. Her little face was covered in mud, yet she seemed to find it amusing, a smile still on her face.

Although many people passed by, no one stopped to help. Some glanced over and then quickly moved on.

Luo Feng felt a pang of sympathy. He walked over and placed a silver ingot in front of the woman.

"Thank you, young master! I will repay you in my next life, even if I have to be a cow or a horse!"

The woman stared at the silver ingot in her hand, crying tears of joy. She pulled her daughter close and said, "Little Sakura, quickly thank our benefactor."

The little girl looked up at Luo Feng shyly and murmured, "Thank you…"

"Quickly go get her something to eat," Luo Feng said, waving his hand.

The middle-aged woman nodded. She quickly pocketed the silver, then, holding the girl's hand, repeatedly bowed to Luo Feng before walking towards a nearby steamed bun shop.

Watching their retreating figures, Luo Feng felt a bit emotional. I've seen plenty of beggars in Panlong City, but I didn't expect to see them even here in Dayang City. The lives of common folk are much harder than those of martial artists. A martial artist can earn a considerable amount of silver just by hunting one Demon Beast, while common folk, even after laboring for an entire year, won't have much to show for it. If struck by natural disasters or calamities, even filling their stomachs becomes a problem. This is why so many people wish to become martial artists.

At the bun shop, the middle-aged woman used the silver to buy one steamed bun and one plain bun. She gave the steamed bun to the girl and said with a smile, "Little Sakura, you must be hungry. Go ahead and eat."

The little girl was clearly famished. She didn't bother to wait for the bun to cool down and took a big bite. Although the hot bun made her hiss, a smile remained on her face.

"Mother, this bun smells so good…"

"Eat slowly. Be careful, it's hot."

The middle-aged woman patted her daughter's head, her eyes filled with affection.

Suddenly, several martial artists dressed in blue strode over. With a loud SLAP, the middle-aged woman screamed and was knocked to the ground.

The little girl froze at the sudden commotion, her half-eaten bun falling to the ground unnoticed.

"You two dogs! Do you know whose territory this is? Daring to beg here, you've got some nerve!" the blue-clad martial artists glared furiously, their voices filled with menace.

The middle-aged woman paled with fear. Holding her daughter tight, she pleaded, "Gentlemen, I've just arrived in Dayang City today. I just wanted to beg for some food…"

The martial artists had fierce and vicious expressions. One of them, a man with a square face, sneered, "This is the Ye family's territory! Doesn't everyone know our young master despises beggars the most? Daring to beg here, you're intentionally trying to cross us. Still want to eat?"

With a cold laugh, the square-faced martial artist stomped on the bun on the ground. Then, looking down condescendingly at the middle-aged woman, he sneered, "Hungry, huh? Lick this clean, or you won't be leaving Dayang City alive today!"

WHOOSH!

A whistling sound cut through the air. The square-faced martial artist barely caught a glimpse of something before extreme pain overwhelmed him. He shrieked and was sent flying.

THUD!

He hit the ground hard. His right leg was bent at an unnatural angle, bone protruding, and blood flowed unceasingly.

"My leg!" the square-faced martial artist screamed in agony.

The other three blue-clad martial artists hurried over. Seeing their companion's grotesquely twisted right leg, their faces paled. One of them asked in a deep voice, "Second Brother, what happened?"

"Someone ambushed me! My leg is ruined! Help me find him! I'll tear him to pieces!" The square-faced martial artist grimaced in pain, his face contorted with rage.

"Second Brother, don't worry. We will avenge you!"

The other three blue-clad martial artists turned, their eyes fixed on the crowd. Grinding their teeth, one shouted, "Who did this? Step forward!"

The nearby crowd seemed to fear these four men; they all looked down, silent and afraid to respond.

"No need to look. I'm the one who crippled his leg," a calm voice sounded from a distance. The crowd parted automatically, and about a hundred meters away, a black-haired youth was walking towards them.

It was Luo Feng.

He had been about to leave earlier but turned back when he heard the agonized scream and realized something had happened.

The gazes of the three blue-clad martial artists snapped towards Luo Feng, their faces fierce. One of them said coldly, "Boy, who are you to dare attack us?"

Luo Feng stepped forward and glanced at the fallen middle-aged woman. His heart burned with fury. A cold glint flashed in the depths of his eyes as he said, "You're not worthy of knowing my name!"

Upon hearing this, many spectators turned their eyes to Luo Feng, their expressions a mixture of admiration and astonishment.

Who is this guy? He's so audacious, daring to speak like that even to members of the Ye family!

The faces of the three blue-clad martial artists turned rigid, their anger palpable. The one whose right leg Luo Feng had crippled glared at him and shrieked, "Kill him for me!"

"Do it," Luo Feng said, his face hardening as his icy gaze fell upon the blue-clad martial artist on the ground.

"Kill him!"

At that moment, the other three blue-clad martial artists exchanged a look. A chilling aura erupted from their bodies as they lunged at Luo Feng simultaneously.

These three men were all at the Sixth Level of the Iron Bone Realm. Their movements were swift and powerful, like a fierce wind tearing through the air, creating sharp sonic booms. The force of their attack caused Luo Feng's clothes to flutter.

Just as the three charged, their fierce attacks about to land on Luo Feng, the spectators saw only a blur. Before they knew it, Luo Feng had vanished from his original spot and reappeared beside the square-faced martial artist.

"What happened?!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

No one had been able to follow Luo Feng's movements. Only a handful had caught a faint afterimage before he reappeared nearly a hundred paces away.

This guy is an expert! many thought to themselves. Having witnessed the incredible scene, they realized this youth was no ordinary person.

Among everyone, the three attacking blue-clad martial artists were the most astounded.

Just a moment ago, their attacks had been about to hit Luo Feng. Then, in the blink of an eye, he had vanished without a trace, like a ghost.

"Lick the bun clean from the ground, then cripple your own cultivation, and I'll spare your life," Luo Feng said, looking at the square-faced martial artist. His voice was indifferent, yet it carried an unshakeable decisiveness that sent shivers down people's spines.

"Impossible! Boy, don't get too cocky! You've messed with the Ye family of Dayang City; you're courting death and don't even know it! Surrender now, and you might still have a chance to live!" the square-faced martial artist snarled, gazing at Luo Feng with a sneer.

"Is that so?" A cold smile touched Luo Feng's lips as he stepped on the square-faced martial artist's shattered right leg.

"AAAHHH!"

A bloodcurdling scream tore through the air. Luo Feng intentionally channeled his Yuan Qi into the martial artist's tendons and bones, causing him to writhe in unbearable pain, his body arching like a dying shrimp.

The other three blue-clad martial artists, who had been about to attack Luo Feng again, froze upon witnessing this horrific scene. They trembled, drenched in cold sweat, not daring to move an inch.

"I don't know if I'm on death's door, but you certainly are," Luo Feng stated, his eyes like those of a fierce predator. He sent a powerful surge of Yuan Qi, like a massive wave, into the square-faced martial artist's wound.

The blue-clad martial artist's body convulsed violently. He spat out a mouthful of blood and stared at Luo Feng in utter terror.

"Lick it, or not?" Luo Feng asked coldly, his gaze as sharp as a blade.

"I'll lick it... I'll lick it!" The square-faced martial artist stammered, hastily nodding. Luo Feng's chilling stare made him feel as if he were facing a terrifying beast.

A collective gasp went through the crowd as they watched the square-faced martial artist crawling on the ground.

Everyone stared at Luo Feng in shock, stunned by his decisive, unwavering, and lightning-swift actions.

This man is so domineering!

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