Chapter 167 : Chapter 167

Chapter 167: You Are Not Even as Good as That Unfilial Son. His Talent Is Ten Times, a Hundred Times Yours!

Cheng Yu was not dead!

Not only was he not dead, but he was thriving even more than before. He could already crush Late Seventh-Rank martial artists.

For Cheng Feng.

The gap between them had already grown so vast that it could not be any greater.

It was so vast that he did not even have the motivation to chase after Cheng Yu anymore. His mood shifted from shame, anger, and unwillingness to accept it into nothing but despair.

If the already suffering Cheng Feng had learned these things directly.

Perhaps he would have been in unbearable agony, but his reaction would not have been too extreme.

After all, deep down, he had already been prepared.

He was inferior to Cheng Yu!

But the misunderstanding just now had made him think Cheng Yu was dead, and that every gap between them had vanished like smoke and lost all meaning.

Yet now he was being told just how powerful Cheng Yu truly was.

The obedience, sensibility, and inner joy he had pretended to show.

At this moment, all of it became proof of how utterly laughable he was!

When Zhao Xichun heard that her eldest son had not died and, on the contrary, was alive and well, with his strength growing even more powerful, her heart immediately settled quite a bit.

Thank goodness. Thank goodness!

Amid her relief.

She suddenly saw Cheng Feng beside her widen his eyes in despair and spit out a mouthful of blood.

“Feng’er! What is wrong with you?!”

Cheng Zhenjiang was greatly alarmed when he saw his younger son like this. He grabbed hold of Cheng Feng.

Without caring about his own injuries, he transferred the healing power of the spiritual spring to him.

“Feng’er, are you all right?”

During this period, Cheng Feng had been madly cultivating with a taut string in his heart.

He had only been waiting for his father to bring back the inheritance and give him a chance to catch up to Cheng Yu.

Now, everything had fallen through.

Cheng Yu had become even stronger and harder to chase after.

The string in Cheng Feng’s heart immediately snapped, and his entire being fell into complete agony.

Without the inheritance, how was he supposed to catch up to that kind of person?

Why?

Why did it have to be that kind of person who possessed such talent, unseen through the ages?

Why was Cheng Yu so much stronger than Cheng Feng, who had the backing of two great sects and had exhausted countless resources?

Impossible!

A thought flashed through Cheng Feng’s despairing heart. He believed that he could not possibly be so far behind Cheng Yu.

He had spent countless resources and cultivated bitterly, yet he was still completely inferior to the other party.

He immediately thought of one possibility.

Someone must have been supplying Cheng Yu with large amounts of resources!

Who?

At once, Cheng Feng looked at Cheng Zhenjiang, who had just returned from Jiannan Circuit.

Although the father-son relationship between Cheng Zhenjiang and Cheng Yu was extremely poor.

Cheng Feng did not believe Cheng Zhenjiang could truly give up completely on a son with such extraordinary talent!

He coughed out a mouthful of blood and looked at the worried Cheng Zhenjiang.

“Father, where is the inheritance you promised me…”

Cheng Zhenjiang’s heart trembled. No matter how ashamed or embarrassed he was, he could no longer avoid the question at this moment.

He said stiffly, “It was… taken away by that treacherous unfilial son…”

Sure enough!

Cheng Feng’s heart shuddered, and he only felt sorrow well up within him.

A dignified top expert at the Late Ninth Rank, whose name was on the Heaven Ranking.

With that level of strength, even a fool should not have let Cheng Yu take the treasures from him.

In the end.

It had to be because Cheng Zhenjiang’s unbearable father-son affection had gotten in the way.

Cheng Feng only felt incomparably desolate. He had already been injured that badly by Cheng Yu, yet Cheng Zhenjiang still did this?

Was it because Cheng Yu had wandered outside for more than ten years, so Cheng Zhenjiang wanted to compensate him?

This was unfair!

Cheng Yu had wandered outside, but what had Cheng Feng done wrong? Why should this be the case?!

“Father, tell me the truth. What exactly happened?”

Hearing his beloved younger son ask for the truth even in such a weak state.

Cheng Zhenjiang could only tell the truth, recounting what Cheng Yu had done in Jiannan Circuit during Cheng Feng’s seclusion.

“In order to bring back Ancestor Cheng Yuan’s inheritance for you, I secretly contacted Prince Qing’s descendants. I did not expect them to be attacked by the Jinyiwei and have the treasures taken away. I was also powerless to do anything…”

What Cheng Zhenjiang said was, in fact, all true.

But certain truths, when only spoken seven-tenths of the way, were even more deceptive than lies.

He did not explain what exactly had happened. He only listed Cheng Yu’s actions one by one, speaking of his monstrous crimes against the Jianghu.

He did not mention his own humiliation at Iron Halberd Mountain at all, so as to preserve his dignity as a father.

Yet precisely because of this concealment.

Those words sounded increasingly grating to Cheng Feng.

Cheng Zhenjiang had definitely left those things to Cheng Yu on purpose!

“That fellow committed every evil deed and made rivers of blood flow through the Jianghu. He is even more hateful than the demons recorded in history…”

Cheng Feng’s face became tragic and ferocious. “You are a Great Hero. Why did you not execute such a villain?”

For people of the Jianghu, acting chivalrously and eliminating evil was only natural and right.

He resented Cheng Zhenjiang. Why had his father indulged Cheng Yu like this? Why had he not killed him?

Kill Cheng Yu?

Cheng Zhenjiang froze when he heard this.

Putting aside whether he had such an intention, in the situation at the time, he simply did not have that ability!

Even Cheng Cangshan’s Internal Energy Avatar had been destroyed. How was he supposed to kill Cheng Yu?

Zhao Xichun’s reaction was even more intense. She widened her eyes in horror. “Feng’er, how can you think like that? He is your older brother, and he is your father’s son!”

When Cheng Feng heard this, his expression became even more ferocious.

“A ruthless Imperial Hound does not deserve to be my older brother! As long as someone like that is alive, he will only drag our whole family down!”

Hearing such horrifying words from her younger son.

Zhao Xichun covered her mouth in utter terror, and tears slid from the corners of her eyes.

Feng’er had clearly been so sensible and obedient.

Why had he become like this?

Cheng Feng’s eyes were already red, and he stared fixedly at Cheng Zhenjiang.

“Father, why did you not kill him?!”

Cheng Zhenjiang widened his eyes and stared blankly at his hysterical younger son.

He only felt a piece of pure fatherly love in his heart shatter.

His younger son was actually resenting him for not killing his other son!

Was it because even a tiger did not eat its cubs, or because he lacked the ability?

Cheng Zhenjiang did not know, and he had no time to think of an answer.

Because in the next moment.

Cheng Feng’s words completely enraged him.

“You did not kill him even after all this. How can you live up to the righteous path of chivalry in your heart? Or are those ideals of chivalry all false?”

“What did you say?!”

Cheng Zhenjiang shook with anger and immediately flew into a rage from embarrassment.

“I went to find that inheritance for you and ended up with injuries like this, yet you still have the nerve to question me?”

“When you say such things, are you worthy of all the praise people give you? What difference is there between you and that unfilial son?”

His fatherly authority suffered another blow, and Cheng Zhenjiang cursed until his eyes turned red.

“No! You are both unfilial, but you are not even as good as that unfilial son. His talent is ten times, a hundred times yours!”

After he vented those words, silence filled the area.

Cheng Feng widened his eyes, and his whole body began trembling wildly, filled with incomparable pain.

Sure enough!

He had guessed correctly!

It was impossible to tell whether the look of despair on his face was one of pain or laughter.

Zhao Xichun covered her mouth and looked at Cheng Zhenjiang with a trembling gaze. “You… how could you say that!”

Cheng Feng already had an Inner Demon over this matter.

Yet his closest father had deliberately torn open that wound!

Cheng Zhenjiang also immediately realized that his words had been too harsh.

He quickly shook his head and admitted his mistake. “Those were angry words. Feng’er, do not overthink it. You are Father’s best child…”

But no matter what he said now.

Cheng Feng could no longer hear it.

The extreme shock to his emotions made the Internal Energy in his body flow backward and surge into chaos.

Only a dim red remained before his eyes, and the entire Secret Realm seemed to shake as though the earth itself were quaking.

Amid the rumbling, it seemed as if something let out an unrestrained laugh.

“Heh heh heh. Another despairing little one!”