This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 279: Little son-in-law, dare you bite your master?

Shenzhou, Yanfeng City.

The distant mountains are like returning geese, and the majestic city is like gathered peaks.

Yanfeng City has towering city walls and is majestic. It is backed by the Yanlai Mountains and has magnificent scenery. It is a Feng Shui treasure land.

Whoever gets this precious land will have great luck. They don’t have to do anything. Just bury a few more ancestors and wait for them to bless their descendants.

Feng Shui is not very popular in Qianyuan Realm. Those with great magical powers can move mountains and change scenery. Who doesn't have good Feng Shui? The real blessing for the descendants is that the ancestors dared to fight and endured all the hardships, so that the descendants have no hardships to endure, and can only enjoy wealth and glory, eating delicious food and drinking spicy drinks.

Don't be jealous. If you work hard, and three or five generations of people dare to fight and strive, the future generations will be able to be as free and easy as you are.

The prerequisite is to encounter a favorable situation, seize the opportunity, and then have the support of a noble person.

Otherwise, as long as you can endure hardship, there will be endless hardship to endure. After three generations, you will still be a mule and horse kneeling tribe, and every festival will be a mule and horse holiday.

Let’s get back to the topic. The wind is very noisy in Yanfeng City today.

Early in the morning, the sun rises from the east, as if suggesting some kind of law of heaven and earth.

Xiongcheng has wide streets and the bluestone-paved roads are quite majestic. There are many shops on both sides with high signs. People of all kinds come and go, making it a very prosperous city.

There is also a strong martial arts culture in the city, where swords are revered. Martial arts schools, escort agencies, and weapon shops can be found everywhere in the city.

The people in the city, regardless of gender, age or status, are proud of practicing martial arts. In the streets and alleys, you can often see children holding wooden swords, imitating the appearance of chivalrous knights, laughing and playing.

The prosperity of Yanfeng City lies not only in its market atmosphere, but also in its rich aroma of leeks.

No, it has a gangster vibe!
The signs of Tianjian Pavilion's martial arts school can be seen everywhere in the city. Outer disciples come one after another, wearing uniforms, carrying swords, elixirs, etc., and have made unparalleled contributions to the growth of Tianjian Pavilion.

Without any of the outer disciples present here, Tianjian Pavilion would not be as glorious as it is today!
The Yanfeng City today is slightly different from the past. On the streets, a piece of white cloth is hung in front of every shop, and many outer disciples are dressed in mourning, creating a solemn atmosphere.

At first glance, white flags were hung in front of every house, the whole city was saluting, and the streets were wide, as if waiting for the march.

In fact, this is not the case. Yanfeng City is commemorating the death of Feng Jiahe, the head of the Feng family.

As one of the five clans of Tianjian Pavilion, the old Feng family is the local tyrant of Yanfeng City. Every head of the family will automatically be promoted to the city lord and enjoy a high status. The death of Feng Jiahe is equivalent to the death of the local tyrant of Yanfeng City, and mourning is indispensable.

On both sides of the street, people in the city were talking in low voices.

One second he was sighing and lamenting that the city lord was a good man, and the next second, as the outer disciples of the Tianjian Pavilion left, he made faces and ridiculed the Feng family, saying that it was a mess and was about to beat them to death.

"With the departure of Patriarch Feng, the Feng family will probably be in chaos!"

"That's right. He passed away so suddenly without even leaving a last word. Just after the seventh day of his death, those sons-in-law have already started fighting for power and gain."

"Maybe there is an explanation!"

"Hey, don't dare to say anything."

Xiang Yuan was walking on the street dressed in black, with a Crazy Beauty Sword hanging from his waist and a black gauze hat on his head. Hearing the words, he subconsciously slowed down his pace and secretly listened to some gossip.

It was not that the sage's time had passed and he had started to engage in low-level gossip again, but the information Ji Boli provided was limited, so he needed to collect it on his own, read and listen more, so that he could better put himself into the role of 'Feng Wenshu'.

"Everyone is in mourning. It's a grand scene. People who know that the head of the Feng family has passed away, but those who don't know think that the old emperor of the Xiao family in Shendu has passed away!"

Xiang Yuan tightened the white cloth on his arm and muttered, "It's right that the three Tianzong families are not favored by the court. No emperor can sleep well after seeing this kind of painting. His beloved concubine will not be interested anymore..."

He walked and stopped, listened to a lot of gossip and rumors, and happily arrived at the gate of Feng's house.

After the fun, it’s time to get into the role.

There was a constant stream of carriages and horses in front of the Feng Mansion. Several Feng family members were wearing mourning clothes and standing in front of the door to welcome guests. Although the seventh day had passed, there were still many guests who came from far away to attend the funeral.

By the way, Feng Jiahe hadn't even gotten out of bed yet, and the buffet hadn't stopped yet.

If we look into the reasons, it may be that the guests who came to the funeral gave too much, and they didn't want to cut off this source of income.

Xiang Yuan thought happily as he slapped his face in front of the Feng residence, trying to put on a sad and angry face as if his father had died, but his several attempts ended in failure.

It was really helpless. Whether he was thinking about the death of Quxinyan, or the death of his father, adoptive father, and father-in-law Xiao Yan, he couldn't cry from the bottom of his heart.

After thinking for a long time, I almost laughed out loud.

It's not a big problem. You don't have to force yourself. Just put on a blank face and show your intention.

Xiang Yuan patted his face and walked towards the gate of Feng Mansion with an expressionless face.

A member of the Feng family raised his arm to stop him. He looked Xiang Yuan up and down. He thought it was very unruly to have empty hands. He frowned and asked, "Who is coming?"

Xiang Yuan took off his bamboo hat and said, "Mr. Feng, I've come to see my father off."

Seeing this, the faces of several young men around changed drastically. Some were surprised, some were disgusted, but none of them were happy. The young man said, "Don't joke, visitor. The third young master of the Feng family has been traveling for ten years and there has been no news. How can you prove that you are the third young master?"

"That's simple."

Xiang Yuan smiled slightly, stretched out his clean white palm, and placed it in front of the young man: "See? This is the proof of this young master."

The young man was extremely confused and stared at Xiang Yuan's palm. It was nothing special, except that his romantic luck was a bit reckless and he didn't know how to restrain himself.

What kind of proof is this?
Just as I was about to ask the question, I saw the slap getting closer and closer to me.

Bang!

The disciple twisted his neck to the right, flew into the air, flipped sideways 3,600 degrees, and fell to the ground in a zero position. His head was buzzing, and he was unable to get up for a long time.

"You ungrateful bastard, are you worthy enough to ask me to prove myself?"

Xiang Yuan snorted coldly, glanced at the trembling Feng family members, and raised his nose slightly: "Lead the way, this young master wants to go to my father's funeral hall to pay homage."

As soon as he finished speaking, a member of the Feng family stepped forward and bowed to invite Xiang Yuan into the mansion.

"You're a bitch!"

Xiang Yuan snorted disdainfully and strode into Feng Mansion.

In front of the Feng Mansion, the guests who came to pay their respects were whispering about the sudden return of the third son of the Feng family. Judging from the situation, it was not just a simple return in mourning.

It's money well spent and fun to watch.

The old Feng family is worthy of being the local tyrant of Yanfeng City. The Feng Mansion covers a vast area and is worth billions. It has high walls and a large courtyard, and red doors and copper nails. It is much more valuable than the Ji Mansion, which is at its peak among the Seven Clans of Tianwu.

When you enter Feng's mansion, you will first see a stone screen to welcome you. Because he is rich, the stone screen is turned into a rockery.

In the spacious courtyard, there are rugged rocks and gurgling water, as if a landscape painting was moved here. The bluestone ground is as smooth as a mirror, and there are exotic flowers and plants on both sides with fragrant smells. There are also several towering ancient trees with lush branches and leaves, adding to the ancient and quiet atmosphere.

Passing by the welcoming stone screen that symbolizes the wealthy, behind the courtyard are ancient-style buildings arranged in an orderly manner. The corridors in the mansion are winding and winding like a maze, with its own bewildering formation. If you are not familiar with this place, it is easy to get lost in it.

After Xiang Yuan visited one scenic spot, he had to go to the next one. After walking for an incense stick of time, he still didn't see the main hall door.

At the beginning, he complained that the Feng family was too stingy. Not only did they not dig a subway line at home, but they could also buy a few golf carts for transportation. They didn't mind that little bit of money.

They quickly realized that the Feng family members ahead had deliberately taken a detour so that the news of the third young master's return could reach the several sons-in-law.

Surrounded by enemies on all sides, the eldest branch of the family has been sidelined!
Wonderful!

Xiang Yuan nodded secretly without exposing him, and continued to wander around the scenic area. "Feng Wenshu" took the script of Thirty Years in Hexi, and returned with supreme swordsmanship, so he should enjoy the script of being the protagonist with enemies all over the world.

What does it mean to not look down on the poor young people?
Another stick of incense passed, and Xiang Yuan saw that the dead were the greatest.

The main hall of the Feng Mansion is extremely noble and luxurious. The furnishings inside the hall are luxurious. Famous paintings and calligraphy are hung on the walls, and antiques and curios are placed on the desks, each of which is priceless.

The most eye-catching thing is a plaque hanging above the main hall, with four large gilded characters "Swordsmanship for Thousands of Years" inscribed on it. The characters are powerful and majestic. They were written by Feng's ancestors and have been passed down for thousands of years.

White banners were hung high, the mourning hall was solemn, and the air was filled with a sad atmosphere.

In front of Feng Jiahe's coffin, incense was curling. Several Feng family members knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, their cries shaking the sky.

There were only two middle-aged men in mourning clothes kneeling there with no expression on their faces, showing no sadness or joy, and looking numb.

The eldest son Feng Wenyu and the second son Feng Wenyuan, together with their families and wives, knelt in two rows. Whenever a visitor from afar came to pay his respects, they would do the same according to the rules, without speaking or crying, as if the one who had died was not their own father.

Seeing them like this, Xiang Yuan's expressionless face became even more justified.

"The Third Young Master has arrived—"

Bang!

"Gah!"

Xiang Yuan slapped the traitor who was taking a detour and knocked him down. He took two steps forward, knelt down respectfully, then took the mourning clothes, dressed them neatly, and sat cross-legged beside his two brothers.

"Third brother, you're here." Feng Wenyu said slowly.

"I am coming."

"You shouldn't have come."

"I'm already here." "..." x3
Feng Wenyu sighed softly, glanced to the side, left Feng Wenyuan to salute, and took Xiang Yuan to the corner.

"Third brother, now that you are here, the house will be in chaos again."

"Don't tell me all this. I can't understand such complicated things. You and I, brothers, might as well speak frankly. How many people do you and my second brother have? If you two don't want to be the head of the family, give them to me and I will be the head of the family." Xiang Yuan said coldly.

If you are not familiar with it, just get straight to the point.

Feng Wenyu frowned and said, "Don't act on impulse. The four uncles all have strong men in the Spiritualization Stage as their thugs. After my father died, they controlled the entire Feng family. One of them can drown you with a spit."

"Is it so watery?"

Xiang Yuan raised his eyebrows: "I mean, they have a thug in the God Transformation Stage, so I can't be in the God Transformation Stage?"

"..."

Feng Wenyu's eyes widened. Seeing Xiang Yuan calm and composed, he stroked the hilt of the sword with one hand. His expression changed several times. Finally, he said, "Your second brother and I are not from wealthy families. Even if we give it to you, you won't be able to take advantage of it. So... forget it."

No way, brother, you are so useless!

Before you reached the Spirit Transformation Stage, you were timid and submissive. Even after you reached the Spirit Transformation Stage, you still didn't dare to strike out with all your might. You don't have any fighting spirit at all. No wonder you are bullied and bullied by a few uncles.

Xiang Yuan showed disdain on his face. Thinking of the two Feng brothers who were obsessed with calligraphy and painting, he stopped forcing them and said bluntly, "It doesn't matter if they don't give it to me. I can crush them all by myself. How dare you, a little son-in-law, to bite your master!"

Feng Wenyu opened his mouth and almost didn't recognize his brother anymore. He sighed and said, "You have changed a lot in the past ten years. You were not like this before."

"The past is the past, and the present is the present. If you were to become a god, you would be as arrogant as me."

Xiang Yuan waved his hand and said, "You are a Xiantian stage, you don't understand the things of the Huashen stage, there is no point in talking more, and I won't involve you. Spread the news and say that the third young master is determined to be the head of the family. If you don't accept it, come and fight. I want to see who dares to speak ill of me."

"Old Third, you are too..."

"Stop talking nonsense. Since someone has to be the head of the family, why can't it be me?"

……

Sunset dusk.

The news that the Third Young Master had returned and was determined to become the head of the family spread quickly. When it reached the four uncles of the Feng family, some of them sneered at him for overestimating his own abilities, while others just stood by and watched with cold eyes.

Master Feng from the second house was the most dissatisfied. Seeing that no one else spoke, he took the initiative to speak out and asked his son-in-law Ma Yu to invite Feng Wenshu to set up a banquet in the restaurant, preparing to test the importance of the third young master.

I have to say here that Feng Jiahe did not split the family after he succeeded as the head of the family. The conditions of the Feng family at the time did not allow him to do so. Feng Jiahe was from the eldest branch of the family, and the five brothers stuck together and barely stabilized the situation.

To this day, the tail is still too big to be removed.

Feng Jiahe kicked his legs and the situation became even worse. There was no one in the eldest branch of the family, and the four uncles were jumping around, all wanting to be the head of the family.

Speaking of which, the four uncles are old, and they are forced to jump around. There is no one in the eldest house, and there is no one in them either. Every family is decided by the recruited son-in-law, and when the situation is bad, the situation is very evenly distributed.

Ma Yu was not a good guy either. There were so many restaurants in Yanfeng City, and it didn't matter where he invited guests. Why did he have to choose the largest brothel in Yanfeng City to "listen to elegant conversations".

Feng Jiahe hasn't been buried yet, and the Third Young Master went straight to the brothel. If this gets out, his reputation will be ruined!

What does Feng Wenshu's reputation have to do with me? I don't live here permanently and I will leave after I gain some experience.

Xiang Yuan thought so, left his two dumbfounded useless brothers behind, and rode in a carriage in high spirits to listen to Feng Ya Xu.

In the private room on the second floor, Xiang Yuan went to the meeting alone, and there was no one available in the long room.

In comparison, the second house was much more impressive. Ma Yu, who was at the Spiritualization Stage, led six Xiantian Stage masters. When they saw Xiang Yuan really dared to come, they all smiled and stood up to greet him.

After all, he is the third young master of the eldest son's family. In terms of status, he is really not comparable to these sons-in-law and thugs.

In other big clans, people like them are generally called dogs.

"Meet the Third Young Master!"

"The Third Young Master is so magnanimous and generous. We admire him so much!"

“Hahaha——” x6
Xiang Yuan saw that everyone was laughing happily, so he started to laugh too. He sat down, placed his Rouge Sword across the table, and started to eat.

It's wrong to overturn the table and waste food later.

Seeing Xiang Yuan not saying a word and just eating, Ma Yu, who was left aside, was not embarrassed. He raised his glass and said with a smile: "Third Young Master, don't just eat the food, drink some wine. Come, Ma, toast you a glass!"

"It's a poison that penetrates the intestines. I've given it up long ago."

"..." x7
Seeing that he was so ungrateful, the six people in the innate stage wanted to stand up and persuade him to drink, but Ma Yu glared at him and told them to sit down obediently.

Ma Yu is a man in his thirties, well-dressed, elegant and refined. In his early years, he was also a handsome young man. With his outstanding qualifications, he stood out from the outer gate leeks, rushed all the way to the inner gate, and was finally recruited as the son-in-law by Mr. Feng.

Feng's art virus spread, Ma Yu got a lot of resources, and cultivated to the stage of transformation. He climbed up from the bottom, and every step was extremely difficult. Whether it was strength or character, he was not comparable to Feng's waste. In a few years, he controlled the power of the second house.

He has always been disdainful of family members like 'Feng Wenshu' who are pretentious, but he has never said it openly. He has climbed into the upper class and abided by the vulgar rules of the upper class in his every word and action.

He raised his glass and drank from it, saying with a smile: "Third Young Master, you have not been in Yanfeng City for a long time, so you may not know what business Ting Feng Yaxu is doing."

"You know, stocks bring money, and we should keep striving for more money."

Xiang Yuan swept across the table, picked up the teacup and moistened his throat: "Three thousand rivers, only one prostitute, time is like a song, only a moment is remembered, those who come here are all insightful people."

"..." x7
You are quite talented in writing! x7
The people at the table were annoyed by Xiang Yuan. One of them, who was in the innate stage, opened his mouth and wanted to remind Xiang Yuan that Fengyaxu was a brothel, not a whorehouse, and that the young ladies were selling their art, not their bodies. But seeing that the atmosphere was right, he didn't say anything.

Ma Yu laughed and said, "The old master hasn't even come down to earth yet, and the third young master knows this is a brothel, yet he still dares to come to the banquet. Isn't he afraid that it will get out and ruin his good reputation?"

"It's just a reputation. I'm the head of the family, and I have great scholars to debate for me. What's there to be afraid of?"

"..." x7
Oh my god, what he said makes sense! x7
Everyone at the table was fooled by Xiang Yuan again. Ma Yu couldn't laugh anymore. He thought his goal had been achieved, so he stopped acting and said coldly, "Third Young Master, I invite you to the banquet to ask you to name a price. How much money can you get out of Yanfeng City and never step into Feng Mansion again?"

"You're using the Feng family's money to bribe me, the third young master of the Feng family?"

Xiang Yuan sneered repeatedly and responded with a simple foul language: "You stinky outsider, you come to my Feng family to beg for food, and I give you a mouthful of leftovers. You really think you are a nobody."

Bang!
This contemptuous remark really touched Ma Yu's sore spot. Seeing the leader's face turn pale, the six innate-stage cultivators slammed the table and stood up. The one closest to Xiang Yuan reached out and grabbed his shoulder.

His fingertips brushed against the wind, his true energy was released, and his claw skills were amazing, requiring at least twenty years of practice.

It was easy to get the target and touch Xiang Yuan's shoulder.

The man's face was filled with joy, thinking about how he could perform well in front of Ma Yu. He immediately tightened his five fingers like iron hoops, intending to hit the Third Young Master so hard that he would kneel down and beg for mercy.

"rise!"

Xiang Yuan is as still as a clock.

"Get up again!"

Xiang Yuan lowered his head and drank tea.

"Give me more..."

"I can go to you!"

Xiang Yuan stretched his arm and punched, and the powerful punch hit the innate stage master right in the face. The latter groaned, and the surging force flowed through his body. Wherever it reached, his bones crackled, and tears of regret flowed from his eyes, mouth, nose and ears. He fell limply to the ground.

The silence in the place was incredible.

When one's cultivation reaches the innate level, one will have sharp ears and sharp eyes. They could see clearly the quality of Xiang Yuan's punch.

There was no quality at all, just a simple and rough punch, pure physical strength, without any technical content.

But it was this ordinary punch that knocked down a master in the innate stage.

How could this be? Aren’t you a swordsman?

"You saw it all. It was his face that hit my fist. What a nice face. It matches the mark of my fist very well."

Xiang Yuan laughed and stood up, with a sinister smile on his face, looking at Ma Yu, whose face was gloomy.

The latter built the stage himself, invited the audience, worked hard to organize the event, and even stretched out his face. If he didn't hit such a caring face, would he still be a human being?

The first step in the thirty years of Hexi is to start with you!

"The third young master is a little drunk. Let me help him lie down slowly." Ma Yu stood up, with the corners of his mouth drooping deeply on his gloomy face.

"You little son-in-law, you dare to bite your master. Today, let alone pouting, even if you twist your mouth, it will be useless." Xiang Yuan pressed the edge of the table with both hands and overturned it with a bang.

The cups and plates were in a mess, scattered everywhere, and the round table was like a high wall, breaking the wind and pressing down.

Ma Yu put his fingers together to form a sword, his whole body full of energy and true essence surging, and with one finger he cut the attacking round table in half.

The next second, the fist mark rapidly enlarged in his eyes, the fist wind was whistling, the force was like a mountain pressing down, and visible ripples spread out from the fist tip.

(End of this chapter)