#61 - Chapter 61 Interception

Cheng Feng nodded slightly towards Shopkeeper Mei, his future father-in-law, then turned and left.

His goal was very clear: to find those guys and settle the score.

Perhaps others would be afraid of these burly men, but for Cheng Feng, who had already cultivated to the Skin Refining Realm, they were not to be feared.

After all, his efforts and sweat were not in vain.

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

This person was of medium build and didn't look particularly strong or mighty, but he exuded a calm and refined aura. Cheng Feng's heart stirred, realizing that this person was no ordinary individual.

Cheng Feng stared at the person, hoping he would explain his intentions, but the other party was not stupid and remained silent. As long as Cheng Feng tried to pass, he would block his way.

Cheng Feng was furious, his eyes wide with anger, as he shouted, "Good! It seems you're determined to make things difficult for me! In that case, regardless of whether you're involved or not, don't think you can stay out of it!"

His voice was deafening. Since his business had been bullied like this, he had to know who was behind it!

Before the other party could reply, Cheng Feng, like a raging tiger, suddenly threw a punch, aiming straight for the other's chest with a sharp gust of wind. This punch contained endless anger and power, as if wanting to completely crush the opponent.

However, facing Cheng Feng's fierce attack, the man simply stood still, his eyes indifferent as water. Only when the fist was about to hit him did he slightly shift his body, easily avoiding Cheng Feng's attack, and even pushing Cheng Feng back.

Then, the man slowly spoke, his tone calm and firm: "No need to be so agitated. I'm just here to repay a debt. I owed a favor before, and today I've come specifically to repay it. I don't want to hurt you, so please be patient and wait a moment."

After speaking, he stopped talking and quietly stared at Cheng Feng.

Seeing that things were not going his way, Cheng Feng said in a deep voice, "May I ask for your name, so that I can ask my teacher in the future if there is any connection between you?"

This was his way of saying, 'I also have a background.'

Don't blame me for calling my elders if you don't reveal something!

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

Cheng Feng clasped his fist: "Today, I'll give you face. Consider this favor repaid. You're welcome to come to the tavern for a drink in the future. Mei Family Tavern's premium selection is still in preparation! It's definitely worth a taste!"

After speaking, he turned and left.

He couldn't win the fight.

What else could he do but leave?

The other party gave him a name, which was giving him a way out.

His skills still needed polishing!

Even a random person who suddenly appeared was a master.

Cheng Feng estimated that this person was almost at the Blood Refining Realm.

However, Cheng Feng had memorized the appearances of those troublemakers.

Cheng Feng now only hated that he was unable to split himself into multiple people and wasn't strong enough.

Wang Tieshan was in charge of the overall situation at the martial arts hall.

The inner disciples each had their own matters.

Cheng Feng couldn't ask them to help him.

After all, his apprenticeship ceremony hadn't started yet.

He wasn't truly an initiated disciple yet.

Especially since he was a closed-door disciple.

Cheng Feng now understood what he needed.

Strength, influence, and money.

Information, status, and fame.

The first three were easy to understand.

With the first three, he would have a group of people at his disposal.

He could also solve his own problems.

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

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

Not knowing where the enemy and danger came from was the biggest irresponsibility to himself.

If he had status, he could also make connections with higher-level information.

If he had fame, who would dare to provoke him?

For example, would they dare to cause trouble for Wang Tieshan?

Wasn't it because they saw him as weak and unknown, and that even if he was bullied, no one would speak up for him, and they would probably laugh at him behind his back for overestimating himself!

Cheng Feng naturally leaned towards the first three.

Relying on others was not as good as relying on himself.

The martial arts hall was only a place for Cheng Feng to learn martial arts.

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

If he became useless,

no one would come to help him.

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

Cheng Feng silently clenched his fists.

Now, he, including his family, was no longer safe.

Now, these were just small tricks and small fries sent by the other party.

Cheng Feng couldn't help but want to kill everyone in sight.

But with the fog of doubt surrounding him, Cheng Feng didn't know who to take revenge on.

This feeling of helplessness

made Cheng Feng feel that he hadn't been low-key enough.

He had become too conspicuous.

Fortunately, the martial arts hall also had a share in the tavern.

He would see what his master, who had just received the martial arts hall's dividend, had to say about this.

Returning to the martial arts hall, Cheng Feng went directly to the main hall in the backyard. Wang Tieshan was drinking tea.

Cheng Feng respectfully stepped forward and clasped his fist, saying, "Master."

Wang Tieshan seemed to know why Cheng Feng had come: "Little Feng, are you alright?"

Cheng Feng was naturally unharmed, but he wanted to ask even more, who were those people?

Seeing Cheng Feng nod that he was fine, Wang Tieshan didn't beat around the bush: "About this matter, I have a few suspects in mind, but I'm not sure. They should be targeting the martial arts hall. Be careful, your opponents during the apprenticeship ceremony will be them."

Cheng Feng understood. That's right, a small tavern that had only been open for a month wasn't enough for Hall Master Zhu to care about.

Then who else could it be? Could they be his master's enemies?

Seeing Cheng Feng's face darken, Wang Tieshan knew what Cheng Feng was worried about and smiled: "Don't worry, they're targeting me. I haven't made a move in a while, and I guess they couldn't help but want to test me. But they won't harm your family. That's the red line. If they dare to do that, then it's not a test, but a declaration of war."

Cheng Feng then described Wu Feng's name and appearance, saying, "It was this person who blocked me. His skills and realm should be higher than mine. Master, who is he from?"

Hearing Wu Feng's name and matching it with Wu Feng's appearance, Wang Tieshan understood in his heart and said, "He is a swordsman, but a crippled swordsman. He doesn't belong to any family. As long as he appears, there will basically be no deaths or injuries. Don't worry, he owes wine and money, but he doesn't owe favors. This person is not bad, but his strength is a bit low."

Cheng Feng was curious: "A crippled swordsman?"

Wang Tieshan explained: "Yes, he came here to live in seclusion more than ten years ago. Later, he encountered some things and couldn't stand by and watch, so he took action and settled the matter, but he also provoked people. The other party came to take revenge. In the battle, one of Wu Feng's sword-wielding hands was crippled, but that person also lost his life. Afterwards, Wu Feng became a recluse in the city and never took action again. At that time, the gang's extortion was too ruthless, and Wu Feng was forced to act. It's just that his strength was lacking in that one move. At that time, he should have been in the late Blood Refining Realm, but I don't know what happened after that. He hangs out in the North District and doesn't have much connection with us here."

Cheng Feng also had some admiration for Wu Feng.

To stand up for justice when seeing injustice.

Not everyone has that kind of courage.