Chapter 398: Resentment
PFFT!
Zhou Tianyu spat a spray of blood as he was sent flying by Lin Feng's strike.
He crashed to the ground, clutching his chest and coughing violently. He struggled back to his feet, glaring at Lin Feng with eyes full of resentment.
'Lin Feng's strength is far beyond what I expected. How can this kid's physical conditioning be so good?!'
"Heh, you thought you could beat me with those pathetic skills? You're dreaming!"
Lin Feng shot Zhou Tianyu a disdainful glance, then leaped into the air. He raised his right hand high, forming it into a claw, and thrust it down viciously at Zhou Tianyu!
SWISH!
Lin Feng's fingers, like an eagle's talons, whistled through the air and plunged straight into Zhou Tianyu's throat!
"Urgh!"
Zhou Tianyu's eyes widened, filled with utter unwillingness and despair.
'I never imagined that even going all out, I'd still be no match for Lin Feng… and that I'd lose so miserably!'
His body slowly slumped to the ground. His pupils dilated, his eyes filling with the gray shadow of death.
Lin Feng gazed at Zhou Tianyu's corpse and slowly exhaled, a weary look on his face.
'I really didn't expect to be ambushed on my very first day at the Murong Family estate. The person behind this must hold a high position within the family.'
'Otherwise, how could Zhou Tianyu and I have fought for nearly ten minutes without a single guard or servant showing up? It's obvious they tacitly approved of his actions.'
'For now, though, this doesn't have much to do with me. Zhou Tianyu's attack was likely just a part of the infighting between the Murong Family's different factions.'
'After all, the person I'm here to treat is the current Patriarch Murong. Who knows how many people have their eyes on that position.'
'But no matter who is behind this or what their goal is, since they dared to involve me, this won't be over so easily!'
"Heh, I'd like to see just who dared to make a move on me."
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes. Lin Feng grabbed Zhou Tianyu's body from the floor and walked back into the mostly destroyed room.
The night passed in silence.
At six the next morning, Lin Feng, who had been sitting cross-legged on his bed regulating his internal breath, slowly opened his eyes.
He exhaled a breath of turbid air. Now back at his peak, Lin Feng stretched his back and then pushed open the door, leaving the room.
When Lin Feng opened his door, he saw a bodyguard in black standing impassively outside. In his hands, he held a bowl of white porridge and a basket of steamed dumplings.
"Young Master Lin, time for breakfast."
The black-clad bodyguard said respectfully, but his eyes, as he looked at Lin Feng, were filled with complex emotions.
'He hadn't shown himself during yesterday's events, but he had seen everything.'
'What happened last night was completely unexpected, but this Lin Feng's power was simply breathtaking.'
'Zhou Tianyu's abilities might have been average, but he was a genuine Ancient Martial Artist at the Peak of Late Stage Innate. Even so, this young man killed him in less than ten minutes!'
'It was absolutely terrifying, especially since he himself was a Late Stage of Innate Ancient Martial Artist.'
'Moreover, he had been with Patriarch Murong for five years. In those five years, he had seen countless masters, but figures this formidable could be counted on one hand.'
Looking at the man who had been standing there for who knows how long, Lin Feng did not reach out to take the food he offered.
"Forget breakfast. The food in your Murong Family is too hard to swallow. I'm afraid my life isn't long enough to digest it. Get out of my way."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Feng ignored the man's expression, grabbed Zhou Tianyu's completely stiff corpse, and started to walk out.
'This is bad!'
Seeing Lin Feng's attitude, the black-clad bodyguard's heart sank. He hurriedly reached out to stop him, but he was a step too late.
He could only watch helplessly as Lin Feng walked past him, dragging Zhou Tianyu by the hair.
Staring at Lin Feng's retreating back, his hands holding the tray turned slightly white from gripping it too hard.
His eyes darted constantly over the vital points on Lin Feng's back, as if he were preparing to strike.
'He had to remember that Patriarch Murong himself had sent him to protect Lin Feng's safety.'
'But yesterday, when Lin Feng was attacked by two separate groups, he had just hidden and watched.'
'If word of this got back to the Patriarch, his days in the Murong Family would be numbered!'
'In the space of just a few seconds, the urge to attack welled up in him several times.'
'But when he recalled the image of Lin Feng killing Zhou Tianyu with such ruthless efficiency, he lost his nerve.'
"Sigh, forget it."
Sighing silently, the black-clad bodyguard dispersed his Inner Strength, deciding against making a move.
'After all, even if the Patriarch heard about this, given his sentimental nature, the worst that would happen is being expelled from the Murong Family.'
'But if he attacked Lin Feng now, he might very well lose his life!'
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「Meanwhile, inside a standalone villa within the vast Murong Family estate.」
"Useless trash! You can't even handle a single brat! What a disgrace to me!"
In the villa's living room, Murong Yuan, the Great Elder of the Murong Family, was overcome with rage. He slapped a coffee table, sending it flying, his face so dark it looked like water could drip from it.
He was a man in his eighties, but he was robust and vigorous, with an air of authority in his eyes.
Opposite him, a slender young man kept his head bowed. Only when he saw Murong Yuan's rage subside slightly did he slowly speak.
"Great Elder, what should we do now? That kid is already on his way to see the Patriarch, dragging Zhou Tianyu's corpse with him!"
Murong Yuan took a deep breath to calm his anger, then waved his hand. "Alright, that's enough!"
He looked up and asked coldly, "Zhou Yi, I'll ask you just one thing. I want that kid dead within half an hour. Can you do it?"
Zhou Yi froze for a moment, then said with a frown.
"Against a normal cultivator at the Peak of Late Stage Innate, I would have no problem. But this Lin Feng is just too strange."
"Although I didn't witness last night's battle, to be able to kill Zhou Tianyu, his strength must be comparable to mine."
Pausing here, Zhou Yi continued.
"If he really is at the Peak of Late Stage Innate as you say, and assuming there are no interruptions, I am seventy percent confident I can kill him."
"After all, our intelligence is incomplete. I can't make a full assessment or prediction."
"I understand!"
Hearing that Zhou Yi was only seventy percent confident, a hint of disappointment appeared on Murong Yuan's face, but he didn't blame him.
He knew that Zhou Yi was telling the truth.
"Damn it! If I hadn't sent Li Xi out on a mission, would this brat be acting so arrogantly?"
"Seventy percent is seventy percent. Go to the back mountain and prepare. I'm going to meet this Lin Feng myself."