Chapter 97: 097: Feng Zhengxiong's Grand Birthday Celebration

Chapter 97: Chapter 097: Feng Zhengxiong’s Grand Birthday Celebration

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Tianyun Sect.

As the strongest sect within the Empire, Tianyun Sect boasts numerous powerful cultivators, harboring over ten thousand disciples and no shortage of geniuses.

Huangfu Qing and Mo Ling’er have commendable talents, but even so, they are considered slightly above average within Tianyun Sect.

It’s Huangfu Qing’s older brother who truly counts as a genius disciple of Tianyun Sect.

Thanks to the relationship with Huangfu Qing’s brother, both Huangfu Qing and Mo Ling’er are extremely popular in Tianyun Sect, with many senior brothers and sisters treating them with great respect.

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Having stayed in Tianyun Sect for a year, Huangfu Qing has already broken through to the First Level of the Yuandan Realm. Even Mo Ling’er has reached the Eightfold Transformative Realm by now.

Without the profound resources of Tianyun Sect, they wouldn’t have been able to improve their cultivation so rapidly.

“Ling’er, I just received news that yesterday Feng Wuchen returned to Unmatched City, Yang Zhongtian of the Yang family and over a dozen guards were killed,” Huangfu Qing informed her as he approached Mo Ling’er, who was cultivating in the back mountains of Tianyun Sect.

Mo Ling’er slowly opened her eyes and said indifferently, “I already know. He’s simply coming back to seek death. Although the academy claims responsibility for every student, once Tianyun Sect takes action, even they would not dare to intervene. This time, the Feng family will surely perish!”

“Indeed, if not for the academy’s relationship with the Empire, why would Tianyun Sect give them face?” Huangfu Qing nodded without denial.

After a pause, Huangfu Qing added, “It’s just that I don’t know what level of cultivation Feng Wuchen currently possesses. But that girl Ling Xiaoxiao has already reached the First Level of the Yuandan Realm.”

“We have Tianyun Sect’s assistance to thank for our current level of cultivation. There’s no way Feng Wuchen could surpass us,” Mo Ling’er replied confidently. In her eyes, Feng Wuchen seemed forever insignificant.

Furthermore, Mo Ling’er would never believe that Feng Wuchen could be more powerful than Tianyun Sect.

If they knew that Yang Zhongtian was killed by Feng Wuchen, it would be interesting to see their reaction.

“Ling Xiaoxiao!” A vicious look flashed through Mo Ling’er’s eyes, and mentioning Ling Xiaoxiao sparked a surge of nameless rage within her.

Whether in terms of beauty or cultivation, Ling Xiaoxiao surpassed Mo Ling’er, causing her a great deal of envy.

What annoyed Mo Ling’er even more was that Ling Xiaoxiao followed Feng Wuchen!

To her, this was nothing short of a slap in the face!

To those unaware of the truth, it wouldn’t seem like she dumped Feng Wuchen; rather, it would seem like Feng Wuchen dumped her for someone more beautiful.

Huangfu Qing proudly said with a smile, “I’m not worried about him surpassing us. I’m just curious to know how much a Second Grade Martial Soul’s talent could have improved in a year. However, a year ago, he managed to defeat Yang Tian and kill Mo Yu, so his strength is indeed not insignificant.”

“Big brother Huangfu, let’s also descend the mountain in a few days,” Mo Ling’er suggested, looking at Huangfu Qing.

Huangfu Qing nodded and responded, “Rest assured, Ling’er. The Feng family is doomed!”

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After returning from the Lin family, Feng Wuchen began to cultivate, paying no heed to the Yang and Mo families as long as they did not make a move against him.

With Feng Zhengxiong’s birthday approaching, the Feng family began to make arrangements and sent out invitations.

Of course, the grand celebration of Feng Zhengxiong’s birthday was limited to inviting powers from the vicinity of Unmatched City; even Tianyan Academy wasn’t invited.

The Feng family was not a major family, so it was unrealistic to invite the entire Tianzhou’s power structure, wasn’t it?

Needless to say, many were aware of the grudge between the Feng and Mo families, which would probably deter them from attending the birthday celebration. Nonetheless, the invitations were sent out; whether they attended was their choice, and Feng Wuchen didn’t mind at all.

Even if they feared the Huangfu family to the point that no one attended, Feng Zhengxiong’s birthday celebration would not be canceled.

As time passed day by day, on the day of Feng Zhengxiong’s birthday, the Feng residence was bustling, and Feng Zhengxiong was beaming with joy.

Yu Wanxiong, the Pavilion Master of Wanbao Pavilion, along with Lin Tianxing, the Family Head of the Lin family, and other higher-ups, were the first to arrive to offer their congratulations.

Still, the gathering seemed somewhat subdued.

Subsequently, a few powers from around Unmatched City, who had a good relationship with the Feng family, arrived. As the appointed hour drew near, no other powers were in sight.

By now, Feng Zhengxiong and the others had already guessed as much.

Feng Wuchen and his family understood the situation. After all, they were small powers, daring not to oppose the Huangfu family.

“Brother Feng, Brother Lin, the three of us have been through life and death together. To have befriended the two of you in this lifetime, I consider it worth dying for. I toast to both of you as a sign of respect,” Yu Wanxiong raised his cup with a smile.

“Brother Feng is straightforward and righteous, and he once saved my Zhao family from dire straits. I, too, toast to Brother Feng!” the head of the Zhao family lifted his cup, speaking heartily.

Guests who came to felicitate Feng Zhengxiong one after another raised their glasses to him.

“Given the dire situation of the Feng family, I am deeply grateful that you all made it here. Cheers!” Feng Zhengxiong declared heartily, displaying a ‘Let’s drink today for tomorrow may never come’ attitude, completely unconcerned with what might follow.

“Father! I also toast to you. May your cultivation progress by leaps and bounds! To your long and healthy life!” Feng Wuchen continued by raising his cup.

All members of the Feng family followed suit with toasts. Even with few guests for the celebration, the atmosphere remained lively.

“Family Head! People from the Mo family and Yang family have arrived, and there are many of them!” At that moment, a guard rushed in to report.

The faces of Feng Zhengxiong, Yu Wanxiong, and the others darkened slightly, as it was clear the Mo and Yang families were not arriving with good intentions.

“Let them in,” Feng Wuchen said calmly, then reassured Feng Zhengxiong, “Father, don’t worry. Today is your celebration. Guests are to be welcomed.”

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Feng Zhengxiong nodded, but he still had some worries in his heart. After all, Feng Wuchen had killed Yang Zhongtian, and Liu Qingyang along with Miao Qingqing had slain a dozen or so guards of the Yang family—how could the Yang family let this go?

“Family Head Feng is celebrating his birthday, and we have come uninvited. You wouldn’t turn us away at the door, would you?” Mo Kun said with a faint smile, appearing very amiable.

Accompanying him were the elders and high-ranking officials of the Mo family, with Mo Ling’er among them.

“Every visitor is a guest,” Feng Wuchen said indifferently, without so much as a change in expression.

“Feng Wuchen, long time no see,” Mo Ling’er said coldly, with a very proud demeanor.

The moment Mo Ling’er saw Ling Xiaoxiao, a flame of fury ignited in her beautiful eyes.

Ling Xiaoxiao was even more beautiful than a year ago, and her cultivation had improved, filling Mo Ling’er with intense envy. She wished she could kill Ling Xiaoxiao immediately.

The more carefree and pleased Feng Wuchen appeared, the deeper Mo Ling’er’s hatred for him became!

Feng Wuchen glanced at Mo Ling’er with indifference. After a year, he had completely let go. Now, facing Mo Ling’er, he felt nothing, as if she were a stranger.

“Tianyun Sect is indeed powerful. It’s been a year since we last met, and you’ve already broken through to the Eightfold Transformative Realm,” Feng Wuchen said blandly, not sparing Mo Ling’er another glance.

“Is that the detestable Mo Ling’er?” Liu Qingyang whispered, glancing at Ling Xiaoxiao.

“Yes,” Ling Xiaoxiao nodded slightly.

Miao Qingqing whispered, “Xiao Xiao is still better, far prettier than her.”

“Chen Er is right, every visitor is a guest. Please come in,” Feng Zhengxiong said generously.

“Family Head Feng, you didn’t even invite us to your birthday. Are we so insignificant to you?” Yang Qingyun asked coldly, his eyes filled with a hint of murderous intent and fury.

Yang Shan said in a deep voice, “It doesn’t seem like many people have come to congratulate the Family Head Feng on his birthday.”

“Yang Qingyun, if you’re here to cause trouble, the elders will not welcome you!” Lin Tianxing shouted coldly. It was plain to see that they had come to ruin the celebration.

“Cause trouble? Hmph!” Yang Qingyun swept a disdainful glance at Lin Tianxing and said sternly, “The Feng family killed Yang Zhongtian and more than a dozen of our Yang family’s guards. Do you say I’m causing trouble?”

“Feng Wuchen, you killed my son, I must kill you today!” Mo Yuankong bellowed angrily, his killing intent soaring to the heavens.

Feng Zhengxiong said sternly, “Then we shall see your ability!”

“Family Head Feng, without the protection of Tianyan Academy, your Feng family will perish today! But before that, we still need to present our birthday gift. It’s not something simple, but rather a costly creation,” Yang Qingyun said with a sneer.

With those words, several guards from the Yang family carried in a large coffin and placed it in the middle of the courtyard!

Seeing the large black coffin, the faces of Feng Zhengxiong and his people instantly darkened, and the entire courtyard fell silent.

“Family Head Feng, are you satisfied with this birthday present?” Yang Qingyun asked with a sneer.

“The coffin is not bad, thank you for the Yang Family Head’s kind intentions,” Feng Wuchen said with a light smile. After scanning the coffin, he added, “But the coffin is too small; I can’t fit all of you in. Perhaps, Family Head Yang should have more coffins made?”

“Hmph! Such arrogance!” Yang Tian bellowed angrily, his face ice-cold, as a chilling murderous aura spread around him.

“Bang!”

Yang Tian kicked the lid of the coffin, and with a muffled thud, the heavy lid flew out rapidly towards Feng Wuchen.

Feng Wuchen showed no fear; he extended his right hand and grabbed the coffin lid with ease, forcefully neutralizing Yang Tian’s power.

Yang Tian was at an Eightfold Transformative Realm level, and yet with his strength, he couldn’t even make Feng Wuchen take half a step back!

This meant that Feng Wuchen’s strength was no less than Yang Tian’s.

Mo Kun furrowed his brows slightly, his fierce gaze fixed on Feng Wuchen, thinking to himself, “This brat’s strength has become even stronger.”

“Such a fine coffin should not be damaged! Otherwise, how are we going to fit you all inside?” Feng Wuchen said with a light laugh. When Feng Wuchen’s gaze shifted back to Yang Tian, it became vicious at once.

“You’re exceedingly arrogant! Brother Yang Tian, slay him!” Yang Bufan could no longer contain his rage and roared.

“Hmph!” Yang Tian’s face contorted ferociously, as he was ready to erupt with rage, and with a fierce cold snort, he charged with all his might straight at Feng Wuchen, which showed his immense confidence in his strength.

Yang Tian moved with incredible speed, aiming a punch at Feng Wuchen’s head. His fist flashed with purple light, containing extremely ferocious power, and it was incredibly fierce.

“So overconfident!” Liu Qingyang said disdainfully.

“Feng Wuchen, let’s see how much you’ve improved this year,” Mo Ling’er thought to herself, watching Feng Wuchen with a cold, haughty gaze.

Mo Kun, Yang Qingyun, and the others were also curious to know just how strong Feng Wuchen, who had disappeared for a year, had become.

“Yang Tian, has your leg healed?” Feng Wuchen asked with a cold smirk, his eyes even more fiercely intense.

“Bang!”

“Crack!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Wuchen threw a punch, and with a thud, his fist collided with Yang Tian’s. At the moment of impact, a sudden crack sound echoed—the sound of breaking bones.

The courtyard fell silent once again. Whose bones had cracked?