Chapter 474: Threat
Another elderly man in a white Tang suit spoke.
"Yes, let's proceed as Elder Li has suggested."
"No matter what, we must find out if there's some expert backing the Murong Clan."
"If there isn't, we'll wipe out the Murong Clan in one fell swoop and completely eliminate this threat," said the refined-looking middle-aged man in the long purple gown.
"Alright!"
Master Qin Jiu and the others immediately nodded in agreement.
「In the blink of an eye, night fell.」
Within a certain manor in Jiangnan Province, the lights were blazing brightly.
The entire estate was under heavy guard.
In the manor's garden, banquet tables were set up, hosting a group of influential dignitaries and tycoons from Dongshan City.
These people were all representatives of the various major families in Jiangnan Province.
The other three great families and various other powers of Jiangnan Province had also received invitations and come to attend the banquet.
At the head seat of the banquet hall sat a middle-aged man who appeared to be in his forties.
He wore a white training uniform, his temples were graying, and his face was fair and clean-shaven.
He had a very refined face, and his slightly narrowed eyes held a soul-stirring, cold gleam.
A faint wisp of Innate Power surrounded him, creating an invisible but immense sense of pressure on those nearby.
This was none other than Murong Yi Yun, who had recovered some of his strength thanks to Lin Feng's medicinal pill!
"Congratulations on your recovery and return, Brother Murong."
"From now on, Brother Murong will once again be the overlord of Jiangnan Province, leading the entire Huaxia Ancient Martial Realm."
Beside Murong Yi Yun sat a man dressed in coarse linen, his hands wrapped in boxing tape.
He raised a cup of fine wine and toasted Murong Yi Yun as he spoke.
"Hehe, thank you all for your kind words."
Murong Yi Yun took a small sip of wine, speaking with a humble expression, but a cold glint never left his eyes.
"I heard that a young man, barely in his twenties, cured Patriarch Murong's chronic illness."
"We've all gathered here tonight precisely to see this miracle doctor for ourselves,"
the man in coarse linen said softly.
"Haha, I wonder where this miracle doctor is now. Hurry up and bring him out so we can all have a look."
Just then, one of the guests present spoke up directly.
This was Zhao Hailong, the son of the current Patriarch of the Zhao Family, Zhao Tianyu.
Although he was a Martial Artist at the Late-stage Innate Peak Great Success level,
his personality was arrogant. He was a complete hothead who didn't know the first thing about keeping a low profile.
Now, seeing that a young man in his twenties could actually cure Murong Yi Yun's chronic illness naturally piqued his interest.
"Hehe, you must be joking, Brother Hailong. Everyone here is well aware of the illness I had."
"How could it possibly be cured by a young man who's only in his twenties?"
Murong Yi Yun said with a light chuckle, looking at Zhao Hailong.
"Patriarch Murong, now you're going too far. You've clearly recovered from your injuries, so why are you still trying to deceive us?"
"In any case, we absolutely must witness this young miracle doctor with our own eyes tonight!"
Zhao Hailong snorted coldly, stood up from the table, and his tone grew increasingly aggressive.
"Brother Hailong, don't be so hasty. Why don't you eat first!!!"
Murong Yi Yun said softly to Zhao Hailong.
BANG!!!
The next second, a dull thud echoed.
Zhao Hailong slammed his palm on the dining table in front of him, shattering the entire wooden table.
His eyes blazed with intense anger as he stared at Murong Yi Yun.
"Patriarch Murong, you must hand that young man over today."
WHOOSH!!!
In that instant, the expressions of everyone present changed, their eyes filled with shock as they stared at Zhao Hailong.
But Zhao Hailong didn't stop after shattering the table with one palm strike.
He threw a punch at Murong Yi Yun.
BANG!
Just then, a pebble suddenly shot out.
It instantly exploded with terrifying force, sending Zhao Hailong flying.
Zhao Hailong was thrown back several steps before he could stabilize himself. He trembled, a pained expression on his face as he looked toward the entrance of the hall.
Everyone turned their heads to look and saw a young man slowly walking in.
"Who are you?"
"How dare you injure me, Zhao Hailong?"
"Are you tired of living?"
Zhao Hailong roared at Lin Feng, his face contorted with rage.
"Is this a place for you to act so savagely?"
"Besides, weren't you the one who wanted to see me? What? Now that you see me, you're at a loss for words?"
Lin Feng spat coldly, looking down on Zhao Hailong with an air of utter indifference.
When the crowd saw this, their eyes widened in disbelief.
They never imagined this young man would dare to speak to Zhao Hailong like that. He had to be insane.
One must remember, this Zhao Hailong was the young master of the Zhao Family, a genuine Innate Grandmaster.
Among the younger generation of Jiangnan Province, he was definitely a top-tier existence.
For this kid to dare speak to him with such a tone, he was simply courting death!
SWOOSH!!
Instantly, Zhao Hailong's eyes filled with a blazing rage as he stared at Lin Feng.
A monstrous killing intent radiated from him, and he looked as if he wanted nothing more than to rush over and cut Lin Feng down on the spot.
However, with so many people present, Zhao Hailong managed to suppress the impulse.
"As expected of the young miracle doctor who could awaken Patriarch Murong."
"You've certainly got a tough temper!"
Zhao Hailong said with a mocking smile, a hint of killing intent flashing through his words.
The rest of the onlookers looked at Lin Feng and shook their heads.
"To have the guts to provoke Young Master Zhao at such a young age, he must have some skill."
"But at this rate, I'm afraid he won't even be able to keep his life!"
At this moment, a middle-aged man in a sharp suit sitting nearby said in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on Lin Feng.
His gaze was icy, and his eyes held a sinister, cold glint as he stared at Lin Feng.
"Who are you?"
"This is between him and me. It's not your place to interfere."
Lin Feng sneered at the man.
"You…"
Hearing Lin Feng's words, a flash of anger crossed the man's eyes.
He shot to his feet and shouted, pointing at Lin Feng.
"What, you want to fight? Bring it on!"
Lin Feng's cold eyes swept over the man. The Inner Strength in his body began to circulate, and he released a terrifying aura.
The man felt the terrifying aura coming from Lin Feng.
His body involuntarily froze, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He didn't dare utter another word.
Just a moment ago, this middle-aged man had been overbearing and arrogant.
Now, facing Lin Feng, this miracle doctor, he was scared shitless and didn't dare make a peep.
"Mr. Lin, please, take a seat."
As if he didn't notice how tense the atmosphere in the room had become, Murong Yi Yun smiled faintly and pointed to an empty chair beside him.
"No need. I was just passing by and heard someone shouting my name, so I came in to have a look."
Waving his hand dismissively, Lin Feng gave the crowd a slight smile, then turned and left without any hesitation.
Watching Lin Feng leave, everyone present secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Murong Yi Yun, don't you have anything to say for yourself?" Zhao Hailong, son of the Zhao Family's Patriarch, demanded with a cold snort as he stared at Murong Yi Yun.