"My own daughter, hahaha... my own daughter!"
"Aunt Yue, do you really think Iâm a fool? Donât you think I know whose daughter Hong Yuan really is?"
"What do you mean?"
Aunt Yueâs face turned icy cold as she looked at Feng Xueye, who said, "Eighteen years ago, in the Wu Songlin behind the mountain, donât you think I know? You secretly went to see Third Brother, and then you were pregnant with Hong Yuan, that bastard child. You say Hong Yuan is my child, but sheâs Third Brotherâs bastard!"
What!
Upon hearing this, Hong Yuan and Zijuanâs eyes widened in shock.
Especially Zijuan, who exclaimed, "Sister Hong Yuan is Third Uncleâs daughter?"
Chen Jie was also somewhat taken aback. He hadnât thought that Feng Xuewen, a scholar of saintly books, would be so wild, having a daughter with his sister-in-law. No wonder he cared so much for Hong Yuan. Could there really be an affair?
Itâs undeniable, the situation is indeed scandalous!
Chen Jie thought this while standing in front of the thatched cottages in the small mountain village.
He saw that the three thatched cottages, which Feng Xuewen treasured, and all the books inside were set ablaze by him. The raging fire devoured the cottages and the saintly books within.
At that moment, Feng Xuewen found a white scholarâs robe he had never worn before, standing before the roaring fire, watching the thatched cottages burn.
He closed his eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and instantly saw a white smoke seem to sweep over the cottages, as if it condensed infinite Literary Energy.
This energy was swiftly absorbed into Feng Xuewenâs stomach, and his eyes suddenly widened.
It all must come to an end!
He said, and with a swoosh, he disappeared from where he stood.
Back to Feng Xueye, his eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Aunt Yue, saying, "Donât think I donât know, you treacherous woman, what you did behind my back with Third Brother! Donât you know Iâve endured you for eighteen years? Now the opportunity has come, and I will send you and Third Brotherâs bastard to that old monster to ravage."
"Haha, Iâll make you wish you were dead, and Iâll make Third Brother wish he were dead!"
Aunt Yueâs eyes widened as she listened, saying, "Back then, in Wu Songlin, you were there?"
Feng Xueye said, "I saw you enter Wu Songlin with my own eyes!"
Aunt Yue said, "Then you have no reason to slander me. Third Brother and I are innocent, and Hong Yuan is your daughter, your own flesh and blood."
"You lie, sheâs not."
"She is!"
"She isnât!"
"She is!"
Aunt Yue and Feng Xueye glared at each other, and then Feng Xueye grabbed Aunt Yueâs throat, saying, "She isnât, she isnât, she isnât, sheâs a bastard, sheâs a bastard!"
Feng Xueyeâs eyes turned red as he roared, while Aunt Yue, being throttled, still clenched her teeth and said, "She is your own daughter. If you send her to that old monster, youâll regret it for the rest of your life!"
Feng Xueye said, "Sheâs not my daughter, sheâs a bastard!"
With that, Feng Xueye tightened his grip, strangling Aunt Yueâs neck harshly as she wore a strange smile on her face, saying, "She is your daughter, she is your daughter."
"Iâll kill you!"
Feng Xueye roared furiously, and Aunt Yue said, "Come on then, if you have the guts!"
"Donât think I wonât dare!"
"Youâre just a bastard~"
Aunt Yue kept provoking him.
"Ah!" Feng Xueye exploded with rage, and just as he was about to lose control, suddenly a voice called out, "Big brother, stop it, Hong Yuan is indeed your child, and I am innocent with your wife!"
This voice was abrupt, and upon hearing it, everyone looked towards the door in surprise. They saw Feng Xuewen standing there in a snow-white scholarâs robe, as if he had melded with nature itself.
Feng Xueye, hearing Feng Xuewenâs voice, turned his head sharply to look at him.
"Third Brother, you bastard, Iâll kill you!"
With that, Feng Xueye, like a madman, dropped Aunt Yue, unleashing the full power of his Molten Furnace Realm.
His attack executed Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms [Kanglong Youhui]
The strongest move of the Dragon Capture Palms, awning...
You could hear the roar of an ancient dragon echoing, and the next moment, Feng Xueyeâs palm struck towards Feng Xuewen. This blow was full force, with every ounce of Molten Furnace Realmâs power, intent on killing Feng Xuewen. He needed to turn Feng Xuewen to ashes to quell the hatred in his heart.
Seeing this terrifying move, Chen Jie knew he couldnât withstand it, as Feng Deningâs use of Dragon Capture Palms couldnât compare to Feng Xueyeâs strength.
However, at this moment, Feng Xuewen, still with one hand behind his back, watched Feng Xueyeâs frenzied attack, saying, "Kanglong Youhui, itâs too much, big brother, youâre deluded!"
After saying this, you saw Feng Xuewen reach out, and in an instant numerous characters converged into chains in midair, directly binding the ancient dragon unleashed by Feng Xueye.
The chain of words intertwined around the dragon, restraining it in midair, rendering it immobile.
With one move, all of Feng Xueyeâs attack methods were nullified. Feng Xueyeâs eyes widened, "How, how is this possible!"
Just then, Feng Xuewen took a sudden step forward, his body surging with boundless Virtuous Energy, saying, "Big brother, who says reading canât reach the Molten Furnace Realm."
With that, he placed a palm directly on Feng Xueyeâs Dantian!