Carrying Feng Ning back to the entrance of their small courtyard, Feng Wuchen noticed something was wrong.
Because he clearly felt that on his back, Feng Ning's body temperature was rapidly rising.
“Ning'er?”
He tentatively called out, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no response.
His face changed drastically, and he quickly put the girl down from his back.
He saw that Feng Ning was already unconscious, her small face flushed, and her body temperature terrifyingly high.
“The Evil Fire Phoenix! It's acting up!”
With Feng Wuchen's knowledge, he had long recognized Feng Ning's physique as the incredibly rare Evil Fire Phoenix body!
This physique was considered a gift from heaven, because those with this physique were natural fire spirits; if they cultivated fire-element techniques, their speed would be a hundred times that of ordinary people!
But at the same time, it was also a curse!
The fire intent of the Evil Fire Phoenix was too strong and needed to be constantly neutralized with water-element heavenly materials and earthly treasures, otherwise, it would backfire on the host.
Feng Wuchen flipped open the girl's collar and found her chest empty.
The cold marrow that neutralized the fire intent in her body was gone!
“Ning'er… How are you? Don't scare me!”
Feng Wuchen quickly injected spiritual power into Feng Ning's body to alleviate her pain.
A moment later, Feng Ning regained a little consciousness and weakly opened her mouth: “Brother…”
“Where is your cold marrow? Where did the cold marrow go?” Feng Wuchen asked, his heart burning with anxiety.
“cold marrow…”
Feng Ning barely opened her eyes, only to see Feng Wuchen's blood-stained face.
She shook her head: “cold marrow… I don't want it anymore! Ning'er doesn't want the cold marrow, Ning'er doesn't want Brother to work so hard…”
However, Feng Ning didn't finish the rest of her sentence before she fainted.
This made Feng Wuchen's eyes turn completely red.
A surge of anger rushed from his toes to his head.
After a brief thought, he had already guessed what was going on.
He suddenly remembered that when those two house servants came to the small courtyard yesterday, it was precisely to snatch Feng Ning's cold marrow.
Feng Ning being married off to the Lin Family in such a hurry was probably also Feng Xi's doing behind the scenes, wasn't it?
His goal was the cold marrow on Feng Ning's chest!
“Wang Ba Dan!”
At this moment, Feng Wuchen was truly enraged!
It was bad enough that the Feng Family usually bullied him and his sister.
But the cold marrow concerned Feng Ning's life; how could they bear to take it away?
“Ning'er, hold on, Brother will go and get your things back for you right now!”
Feng Family Manor!
Feng Wuchen, full of killing intent, headed towards Feng Xi's separate courtyard.
“Feng Xi! Get your ass out here!”
This angry roar echoed throughout the small courtyard, and a moment later, more than a dozen servants surrounded the courtyard.
A moment later, a dandy young master in luxurious clothes walked out from the crowd, a playful look on his face:
“Who do we have here? So it’s you, this good-for-nothing. Why aren’t you drinking your sister’s wedding wine? What are you doing here? You dare to tell me to get out? Are you tired of living?”
Feng Wuchen ignored the other party's mockery, instead suppressing the anger in his heart.
“Where is my sister’s cold marrow?”
“cold marrow? That kind of thing is not something a little girl like her should possess! You’d better go back quickly, lest you humiliate yourself.”
Feng Wuchen stood still, his voice only growing colder.
“Where is my sister’s cold marrow?”
Feng Xi frowned tightly: “Are you deaf, you bastard? What right does a good-for-nothing and a sickling have to possess such a treasure?” Saying that, a sharp glint appeared in Feng Xi's eyes: “You’re not leaving, are you? You few, cripple him and throw him out!”
As soon as Feng Xi finished speaking, before the servants could react, Feng Wuchen suddenly erupted and attacked.
His figure was like a ghost, instantly appearing before Feng Xi, gathering all his strength, and throwing a punch.
That was not some movement technique, but pure speed.
“Good-for-nothing! You dare to attack me!”
Feng Xi's eyes widened in disbelief, and he instinctively clenched his fist, meeting the attack with full force.
“Bang!”
The two fists collided, and after a dull thud, the sound of bones breaking was heard.
Immediately after, Feng Xi let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
“Ah!”
The servants snapped back to reality and, seeing the scene before them, were all petrified on the spot, gasping for air.
Under that punch, Feng Xi's wrist was completely deformed, with even white bone and blue veins exposed.
Putting everything else aside, his hand was completely crippled!
The young master of the Feng Family!
A Xiantian Realm existence!
Was actually crippled by this good-for-nothing in one move?
However, Feng Wuchen's movements did not stop; after crippling Feng Xi's right hand with a punch, his right leg suddenly lifted, precisely kicking Feng Xi in the lower abdomen.
“Boom!”
Under the immense force, Feng Xi's Dantian instantly shattered; before he could scream again, Feng Wuchen's foot quickly lifted and heavily stomped on his chest, breaking his ribs with a crackling sound.
Feng Wuchen bent slightly, pulled open Feng Xi's clothes, and from inside his garments, he found a white warm jade. He wiped the blood off it and placed it in his embrace as if it were a precious treasure.
“What kind of thing are you, daring to snatch my sister’s belongings?”
“Xi'er!”
Just then, a hysterical roar came from outside the small courtyard.
Following the sound, a middle-aged man with a small mustache rushed in.
Seeing Feng Xi's tragic state, the middle-aged man's eyes turned red, filled with hatred.
“Bastard… You dare to injure my son, I will have you die!”
This person was Feng Xi's father, the Third Master of the Feng Family—Feng Changyi!
Sensing the powerful aura from Feng Changyi, Feng Wuchen's eyes narrowed.
“Yuqi Realm!”
Feng Wuchen dared not underestimate his opponent; almost instantly, a crimson longsword appeared in his hand, and the madman's sword technique quickly emerged in his mind.
“What! A spiritual sword, how could you have such a thing…”
Seeing the Burning Sun Sword, Feng Changyi was immediately greatly alarmed.
In a small place like Luofeng City, spiritual-grade weapons were not common, yet now a spiritual sword appeared in Feng Wuchen's hand; how could he not be surprised?
Of course, what surprised him even more was yet to come.
Feng Wuchen's speed was extremely fast, and coupled with that bizarre sword move, it even dazzled the Yuqi Realm Feng Changyi.
It was only a single exchange.
“Pfft!”
The sound of a sword's edge cutting through flesh rang out, and a red line had already appeared on Feng Changyi's neck.
The next moment! Blood gushed out!
Killed with one sword!
This was the terrifying nature of a sword cultivator!
At this moment, looking at Feng Changyi's pale face and the blood all over the ground, the servants looked at Feng Wuchen as if they were looking at a monster.
“You… you are a sword cultivator! This is impossible?!”
Even at the moment of his last breath, Feng Changyi could not believe this fact.
Feng Wuchen's spiritual pulse had clearly been extracted, so how could he still become a sword cultivator?!
“Murder! Murder!”
“Quickly go report to the Second Master! Quick…”
And at this very moment, in the main hall of the Feng Family, a distinguished guest was being entertained.
Yue Qingyin sat in the seat of honor, drinking the tea beside her in one gulp.
Beside her, Feng Changyun, the Second Master of the Feng Family, asked fawningly: “Miss Yue, did the Qingchen Sect only send you alone this time?”
Yue Qingyin replied casually: “The sect elders will arrive at the Feng Family seven days later. I happened to be cultivating nearby, so I came a step earlier.”
Feng Changyun nodded, then said: “Miss Yue…”
This time, Yue Qingyin interrupted him: “Instead of asking these meaningless questions, why don’t you quickly have that genius of your Feng Family, who attracted the Phenomenon of Heavenly Auspice, come over.”
“Yes, yes, yes…”
A moment later, a white-robed young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes walked through the main gate.
“Father, you called for me!”
“Mo'er!” Feng Changyun was overjoyed: “Come quickly, this is Senior Sister Yue from the Qingchen Sect…”
However, before Feng Changyun could finish introducing, Yue Qingyin slapped the sword sheath beside her, and the longsword unsheathed, its stern sword intent instantly locking onto Feng Mo.
This feeling made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and he subconsciously took half a step back.
However, this scene, seen by Yue Qingyin, caused a hint of disappointment to flash in her beautiful eyes.
“Fearing battle before it even begins! And dares to call himself a prodigy?”
“Ah… Miss Yue!”
Yue Qingyin glanced at the two of them and rose indifferently: “A low-grade Heavenly Fire Spirit Vein is indeed one in a hundred, enough to become a true disciple in the Qingchen Sect, but it is still a hundred and eight thousand miles away from being a true prodigy!”
“Ah?”
