Volume 1, Chapter 42: Ancestor, What Did You Do to Ye Feng?

The three of them did not linger for long.

Outside the ancient cave dwelling, the commotion caused by Madam Feng and her group was growing increasingly intense.

A continuous humming sound echoed throughout the entire cave dwelling.

It appeared that this protective formation would not hold out for much longer.

Even with the Great Wind Formation in place, it would likely fail to block the path of Madam Feng and the others.

For now, it was wisest to secure the treasure first and make a run for it.

Otherwise, once both sides engaged in a fierce battle, the winning odds for Ye Feng's side would be far too low.

The injuries on all three of them had nearly fully recovered.

As a section of the inner Min River, the water level of the Jin River was also much higher than in previous years. At this moment, the miraculous efficacy of the Dujiangyan water conservancy project was fully displayed.

As expected, the sedan chair was intercepted by the police, which made him feel both fortunate and terrified. Had he not been cautious and played an empty-chair stratagem, he would have already been invited down to the police station for registration.

Seeing him looking like this, Yu Qingwei found it inexplicably amusing, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Only after separating from their son did the elderly couple truly feel a sense of loneliness. In the past, when they had nothing, the family would bump into each other constantly; though arguments were endless, they could see each other whenever they wanted, without having to live in constant anxiety like now.

Yet he possessed both wealth and men daring enough to risk their lives, making him a figure who commanded respect across both the underworld and legitimate society. With his past deeds, this fellow had proven that he was not someone to be trifled with. Coming to Nanjing amidst the current turmoil with a band of followers, he clearly harbored grand ambitions.

Su Zheng persuaded the two of them to calm down, then cast a cold glance at Yuan Tiancheng, who happened to be looking back at him with a provocative and defiant expression.

Jiang Ming filtered through the prominent aristocratic families bearing the surname Yuan in his mind one by one, yet he truly could not think of any prestigious and wealthy Yuan families in Jiangzhou. He resolved to wait a few days until this storm had completely faded from public memory before seeking revenge for today's humiliation, which had caused him to lose face.

His second sister and father hurriedly intervened to stop them. Just as they said, they were all used to waking up early in the morning, so this bit of noise had no impact at all. Besides, living in a residential home was so much better—the family could be lively, doing whatever they pleased, with no need to stay in a cold hotel.

As soon as they opened the door, they were greeted by a room that looked as though it had been swept through by a typhoon, leaving everyone dumbfounded and frozen in place.

The red light stirred up by the flying sword had already illuminated the high platform, but at the very last moment, it was once again blocked by the reorganized silver-wire net formation.

At some point, they had received instructions from Su Zelin to go and inspect the condition of the bathroom, and sure enough, they made an unexpected discovery.

From his perspective, there was no need for them to return either. After all, bloodline was naturally the most important thing here. As fellow descendants of Tianying, returning to the same clan was also an inevitable course of action.

The air was filled with a dangerous scent accompanied by a pungent smell of blood. As the demonic tree strode forward, large swaths of blood spilled from its body, splashing onto the parched ground. The blood was rapidly absorbed by the dry earth, forming patches of dark crimson stains.

No one wanted to lose their only father. Even an unfilial son who had been at odds with his father all his life would drop to his knees and shed tears when his father passed away. One only had a father for a lifetime; once lost, he was gone forever. It was entirely normal for Liu Wen to suddenly lose her composure.

With the makeup finalized, the next step was the ritual procedure. The host patiently communicated with my father and Aunt Qin, instructing them on what to say when the time came. These details required careful attention since it was a once-in-a-lifetime event and truly precious.

At this moment, the car's tire was still right in front of me. I immediately leaped backward, landing on the roadside, and watched as a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses stepped out of the sedan.

Tears streamed from my eyes as I bitterly beat my chest, yet I couldn't bear to use too much force. Besides, I didn't have much strength left anyway, and after striking myself once, I threw my arms around him.

"Lin Feng! Stop hitting him! If you keep beating him, someone's going to die!" Jiang Ran was genuinely afraid that Lin Feng would take a life, because Chairman Li was already unconscious, and heaven knows whether the man might pull out a knife and stab him.