HPDBC Chapter 246: Courting Death with Might
Chapter 246: Courting Death with Might
Ye Feng had always considered the old guy his master.
But Ye Feng also knew that the old guy never allowed him to call him "Master," saying those three old sheets of paper were the payment for his buns, and nobody owed anybody anything.
Why did he take him on a special trip to that little mountain village in the Northwest?
Why did he also leave him a life-saving item?
"Because Nannan wanted a little martial uncle."
Obviously, Long Nannan wasn’t planning on telling the truth.
In fact, the little girl knew the reason. All six pages were found by her grandfather in ruins, one after another, but who exactly the legacy belonged to, even he was not clear.
The only reason he gave the first three pages to Ye Feng back then was because he had just escaped from the ruins without anything else valuable on him.
Important things, of course, couldn’t be given away, and unimportant ones had already been destroyed in the ruins.
Thus, there were only those three old sheets of paper left, which grandfather couldn’t understand. At that time, he, gravely injured, didn’t want to see the efforts he’d brought out of the ruins destroyed if his enemies found him, so he simply gave them to Ye Feng.
So, the truth absolutely could not be told.
If Ye Feng really became a disciple, what could grandfather teach him? Goodness, there were only six sheets of paper. Even the old man couldn’t make heads or tails of them.
After much thought!
It was simpler to acknowledge a junior brother to deflect future questioning from Ye Feng.
"Who is this?"
Ye Feng picked up Long Nannan in his arms.
"She’s Sausage Sister."
"You don’t have to be polite to her, little martial uncle. She’s my underling."
Long Nannan gave Feng Yuan a defiant look, as if to say, "See, you pinched so hard just now, and I’ve caught you at it."
Is that a name or a title?
Ye Feng looked puzzled, but by the naming customs of that little mountain village, it really could be true.
"My name is Feng Yuan."
Feng Yuan laughed lightly, her voice extremely pleasant.
She didn’t mind the small advantage Long Nannan took of the situation, but instead, she kept curiously examining Ye Feng, wondering what made this man affirmed by the elders of the village so remarkable?
"Miss Feng, what a nice name. Come in with me," Ye Feng nodded at Feng Yuan.
The name was chosen well, but how about that nickname, "Sausage Sister"?
"General Ye, who are they?"
Seeing Ye Feng bringing people in, Tao Yongshan couldn’t help feeling surprised. Those who came to the door at this time were expected to be foes, not friends; he was prepared for a fight to the death.
"Friends!"
Ye Feng smiled and uttered two words, but when Long Nannan heard them, she was not satisfied and retorted:
"Friends aren’t close enough. It needs to be closer."
Closer meant being family. Ye Feng didn’t think much of it and nodded:
"You’re lovely, so as you say."
What Ye Feng didn’t know at that moment was that the person he was holding was already fourteen or fifteen years old; otherwise, he would have certainly found himself off-balance.
"General Ye is truly of vast divine ability. I’ll go tell the servants to prepare something to eat."
Tao Yongshan left, sighing.
In the afternoon, a Vice Sect Leader from the Divine Doctor Sect had come, and now two superb experts had appeared. The Northern Border King was truly becoming more and more unfathomable.
In the peaceful night, noise flared and then faded again.
Ye Feng was, of course, incredibly welcoming of Long Nannan and Feng Yuan’s arrival, but soon, trouble came. Long Nannan insisted on sleeping with him.
"Little martial uncle, don’t you like me?"
"Little martial uncle, don’t you want me?"
"Wuu, Nannan is so pitiful, traveling such a long way only to be disliked."
...
This series of unreasonable questions forced Ye Feng to swallow the many answers he had prepared. Fairly speaking, Long Nannan was very cute, even exceedingly so.
"Don’t cry, Nannan. If little martial uncle agrees, will that be enough?"
Feng Yuan said with a smile, flicking her hair and standing up.
"In all these years, you’re the first woman who dared to speak to me like that."
Sima Zhantian stood up too, his eyes blazing with a will to fight.
"A battle of fists?"
Feng Yuan saw that Sima Zhantian was a fighter, asking tauntingly.
"Of course, a battle of fists."
"Beat that thing on your chest and you’re fierce,"
Sima Zhantian turned, wanting to move outside where there was more room for a fight.
"No need to go outside; beating a piece of trash like you doesn’t require changing locations."
As soon as these words fell, a ball of firelight had already drifted in front of Sima Zhantian.
That fast?
No, it was an afterimage. Sima Zhantian clenched his fist and smashed it toward the afterimage, his punch full of powerful momentum, ripping through the air with a series of sonic booms.
Bang! One by One!
Outside the living room, their fists collided, and Sima Zhantian felt as though he’d struck an intensely hot steel plate, making him almost reflexively let go.
"That’s it?"
In the living room, Feng Yuan stood with her hands on her hips, scornfully inquiring.
Suddenly, that fiery red figure in front of Sima Zhantian exerted force, and before he could even think about retreating, he was sent soaring through the air with a "swoosh."
"Oh dear mother, what have I gotten myself into?"
Sima Zhantian was stuck against the wall, his face a mask of stunned pain.
Ouch!
Looking at his arm, it was broken. Sima Zhantian was in a lot of pain, especially since Feng Yuan clearly had no intention of letting him off easy.
"You still watching?"
Feng Yuan walked out and asked haughtily.
"I’m watching!"
It had always been him who subdued others. No one could subdue him. With that, Sima Zhantian confirmed his stance through action.
Indeed, she was beautiful, more so than any others he had seen before.
"Do you like what you see?"
Feng Yuan’s face was full of a spring breeze, brimming with a smile.
"What’s that supposed to mean?"
Sima Zhantian didn’t answer - did he need to say if she was beautiful or not? If she wasn’t, he’d have to be insane to look.
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"Do you have a doctor here?"
Feng Yuan asked something else Sima Zhantian didn’t understand.
"Yes!"
How could they not? There were more than one. Sima Zhantian’s answer was very sincere.
"Then I can rest easy."
You can rest easy about what?
The next moment, Sima Zhantian understood. An afterimage swept out from Feng Yuan’s position and instantly appeared behind him. She smashed a punch into his back while another fist was thrust toward him from the front.
"Sister Feng Yuan is still so violent."
In a small courtyard, Long Nannan shook her head with a sigh.
"Where did that title come from?"
Listening to the succession of punches from afar, Ye Feng involuntarily shuddered. He dared not face Feng Yuan’s punches!
"To beat someone until they’re like a stick, then set them on fire to roast."
Long Nannan answered seriously.
The people in the village said Sausage Sister’s name shone brightly there, but Long Nannan thought her future would shine even brighter.