Entering the wrong room, he became invincible after conquering the voluptuous aunt.

hiss--!

Everyone gasped in shock!

The only person who would dare to threaten Zhan Yichen like this in Jiangcheng, and even break his leg, is probably Ye Feng!

Gurgle.

Even Xiao Kuangdao couldn't help but swallow hard, utterly shocked: "My son-in-law is too domineering! He's practically reckless—I don't need to explain my actions to you!"

Xiao Qing'er stared, her beautiful eyes filled with fascination. She thought Ye Feng was absolutely stunningly handsome! He was exactly the perfect man in her mind!

"You...you..." Zhan Yichen's face was utterly shocked, his heart filled with raging anger. How could he, the young master of the prestigious Sword Forging Manor, have ever suffered such humiliation?

He desperately wanted to fight Ye Feng, but when he thought of the terrifying strength Ye Feng had just displayed, and the words "I'll crush your dog head," he was instantly terrified!

He dared not gamble! If Ye Feng really stepped on him, he would be completely finished!

Fear instantly overwhelmed his anger, and Zhan Yichen was almost scared to tears. Where was the slightest bit of his previous arrogance?

His voice trembled, and he pleaded with a sob in his voice, "Brother Ye... I was wrong! I was really wrong! I just... it was my grandfather's 60th birthday, and I wanted to make a good impression on him, so I set my sights on the Dragon Tiger Sect's inheritance, thinking of giving it to my grandfather to please him! That's all, I really didn't have any other ulterior motives!"

Zhan Yichen's mind raced—he could tell that Xiao Qing'er and Ye Feng had a special relationship.

If he dared to admit that he still coveted Xiao Qing'er's beauty, Ye Feng would probably crush him into mincemeat on the spot!

He thought that if he told the truth, Ye Feng would let him off the hook.

Who knew—

"Oh, I see." Ye Feng smiled contemptuously, his eyes devoid of any emotion, but a murderous intent surged within him: "Then you can die."

Zhan Yichen felt as if his blood was about to freeze!

"Holy crap! No, no, no! Don't kill me!!" he screamed in terror. "My Sword Forging Manor has treasure! A huge treasure!!!!"

"Oh?" Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and a playful smile appeared on his lips. "Then tell me, what great treasure do you have?"

Zhan Yichen's face was deathly pale. He dared not conceal anything any longer and blurted out in a panic, "Since the founding of my Sword Forging Manor, everyone has assumed we only forge exquisite weapons… But few know that behind my manor lies a 'Sacred Pool'! It's said that entering it grants immense fortune! However, it's sealed; even my grandfather couldn't enter… This is the biggest secret of my Sword Forging Manor!"

"Hmm?!" Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he instantly became interested.

Sword Casting Manor might be considered a powerful force in Jiangcheng, but in his eyes it was nothing more than a bunch of worthless idiots.

But a family renowned for sword making, which has survived to this day, may truly possess some unknown secrets.

Moreover, upon hearing Zhan Yichen's words, Ye Feng's heart stirred—this "Sacred Pool" might be related to cultivation resources!

He made a decisive move, coldly declaring with domineering authority, "Take me to the Sword Forging Manor immediately!"

Zhan Yichen looked troubled and cried, "No, Brother Ye... My grandfather is celebrating his 60th birthday, and many important people are there! If you ruin my grandfather's birthday celebration, he'll skin me alive!"

Zhan Yichen outwardly pleaded and cried, but inwardly he was overjoyed—just kidding!

Sword Forging Manor is teeming with powerful figures! Moreover, his grandfather's birthday celebration will be attended by top experts, dignitaries, and celebrities from Jiangcheng and the surrounding areas!

With Ye Feng's arrogant personality, wouldn't he be beaten to death if he went to the Sword Forging Manor?!

Hahaha! Ye Feng, when my grandfather gets angry, you'll be dead for good!

Xiao Kuangdao, knowing the power of the Sword Forging Manor, immediately changed his expression and tried to stop him: "No, son-in-law Ye, you can't go! The Sword Forging Manor is unfathomable; you might face certain death if you go! My daughter will be a widow then!"

Xiao Qing'er was also deeply shocked. She bit her fiery red lips, naturally not wanting anything to happen to Ye Feng: "Ye...husband, please listen to my father."

Ye Feng smiled calmly, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked down with disdain: "I, Ye Feng, fear neither heaven nor earth, why would I fear a mere Sword Forging Manor???"

With that, he stepped on Zhan Yichen's face and said expressionlessly, "Lead the way!"

After half an hour.

Ye Feng carried Zhan Yichen, who had a broken leg and a face covered in blood, to the Sword Casting Manor.

Xiao Qing'er, concerned for Ye Feng's safety, insisted on coming along.

At this moment, the Sword Forging Manor is filled with luxury cars and decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers.

The entire manor was decorated in a very festive manner, with ten ancient-looking, cold-looking longswords stuck outside the door, symbolizing the majesty and heritage of the sword-making manor.

At the entrance, two rows of sword guards dressed in tight-fitting clothes and carrying long swords stood solemnly.

The manor was bustling with activity. Zhan Tianbei, the patriarch of the Sword Forging Manor, dressed in a dark red Tang suit, was a highly respected and dignified man, chatting and laughing with the bigwigs from all sides who had come to offer their congratulations, and accepting everyone's compliments.

Zhan Yichen's father, the current head of the manor, Zhan Yunkui, stood with his hands behind his back behind the old man.

Zhan Yichen's mother, Ji Yuerong, wore a well-tailored black embroidered gold cheongsam that accentuated her mature and voluptuous figure.

But just as the birthday banquet was about to begin, and the emcee was about to announce that the opening cannon salute was ready, the banquet was about to begin.

This moment that everyone has been waiting for—

boom! ! !

A loud bang shattered all the joy!

Zhan Yichen's body was thrown in alive and slammed hard onto the ground, causing a crater in the floor. The blood was scalding hot, and Zhan Yichen screamed in pain.

"What!" Everyone was immediately shocked, their eyes wide with disbelief.

"Yi Chen!?" Zhan Yun Kui's pupils suddenly contracted, and he exclaimed in shock.

Ji Yuerong turned pale, and the wine glass in her hand fell to the ground with a "crash" and shattered.

The smile on Old Master Zhan Tianqiong's face instantly froze, his expression darkened, and his eyes became sharp as knives as he stared intently at the door.

Ye Feng strode in, glanced around the room, a faint, playful, and indifferent smile playing on his lips. His voice boomed, "I heard your Sword Forging Manor has a great treasure, is that right?"

"Okay then."

"Let's trade his life for that great treasure of your Sword Forging Manor!!"

All the guests, whether they were business tycoons or martial arts celebrities in Jiangcheng, were immediately stunned!

This is insane! Absolutely insane!

At the patriarch's sixtieth birthday celebration at the Sword Forging Manor, in front of all the guests, they beat the young master half to death and threw him in, and then openly demanded the manor's most precious treasure?!

This is a blatant slap in the face! It's an undisguised contempt! It's trampling the dignity of the Sword Forging Manor underfoot!

"You bastard!! You're asking for death!" Zhan Yun Kui was the first to react. A surge of rage rushed to his head, and his aura exploded. The terrifying pressure was released without reservation, making it almost impossible for some of the guests with lower cultivation levels to breathe!

Ji Yurong was also incredulous. Looking at her son's pitiful state and Ye Feng's nonchalant demeanor, she was instantly overwhelmed by anger and maternal instinct: "Bastard! Let my son go!!"

She rushed towards Ye Feng without regard for anything else.

"Madam!" Zhan Yun Kui's expression changed drastically, fearing that Ye Feng might harm her.

Facing Ji Yuerong's lunge, Ye Feng simply sidestepped, easily dodging her, and then directly embraced her. Caught off guard, Ji Yuerong was both shocked and furious, her cheeks instantly flushing red. "You lecherous scoundrel! Let me go!!"

She raised her hand, about to slap Ye Feng across the face.

Ye Feng casually grabbed Ji Yuerong, who still retained her charm, and then, under everyone's stunned gaze, he raised his other hand and slapped Ji Yuerong across the face!

Snapped!

The crisp sound was particularly clear in the quiet courtyard.

"You...!!!" Ji Yuerong trembled violently, freezing as if electrocuted, her beautiful eyes widening instantly.

Ye Feng's lips curled into a smile as he looked at Zhan Yichen on the ground and couldn't help but tease, "Tsk tsk, I have to say, your mother... she's really something. No wonder she gave birth to such a spendthrift son like you."

"You scoundrel!!!!" Ji Yuerong trembled with rage, her body heaving violently, overwhelmed by boundless shame and fury.

Zhan Yichen gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, "You bastard surnamed Ye, how dare you disrespect my mother! I won't let you get away with this! I'll cut you into a thousand pieces!!"

"You're barely able to save yourself, why won't you let me go?" Ye Feng shook his head, his face cold and ridiculous. "Let your dad handle this!"

"You're asking for death!!!" Zhan Yun Kui was instantly enraged, his killing intent practically bursting from his chest. He felt utterly humiliated and wished he could tear Ye Feng to pieces. "Kill him! Cut him into a thousand pieces!!!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Twenty elite swordsmen from the Sword Forging Manor, with sharp auras and piercing eyes, instantly flashed out from all directions!

Their steps were synchronized, their movements swift, and in an instant they formed a mysterious sword formation, their swords drawn, their cold light dazzling!

Twenty sharp and unparalleled sword energies crisscrossed, their chilling killing intent locking onto Ye Feng from every angle, as if it were a tangible reality!

The leading middle-aged swordsman pointed his sword at Ye Feng, his voice as cold as ice: "You audacious madman! You have insulted my Sword Forging Manor, you deserve to die! Kill—!!!"

Twenty people moved simultaneously, their swords flashing like lightning, weaving into an impenetrable net of death, sharp enough to tear everything apart, as they attacked Ye Feng! The sword energy pierced the air, emitting a sharp shriek!

This "Heavenly Net Sword Formation" is one of the signature sword formations of the Sword Forging Manor. When twenty extraordinary swordsmen of the third rank or above join forces, its power is enough to trap and kill an extraordinary ninth-rank master!

To everyone else, Ye Feng was trapped, with no chance of escape. "This kid's dead meat!!"

Facing the terrifying barrage of sword light, Ye Feng's eyes remained unmoved, instead revealing a hint of disdain as he coldly smiled: "The Sword Forging Manor's sword formation is nothing special!"

The words fell.

boom--!!!

An indescribable, terrifying pressure, like a sleeping dragon awakening or a volcano erupting from eternity, swept outwards from Ye Feng's center!

A vast, boundless surge of true energy erupted, transforming into a visible pale golden wave that swept outwards in all directions!

Ji Yuerong felt an irresistible force rushing towards her. Her carefully styled hair was instantly blown away, her long hair flew wildly, and her cheongsam was blown to cling tightly to her body, outlining her breathtaking curves.

What followed was an incredibly shocking scene: the fierce sword net unleashed by the twenty swordsmen working together, powerful enough to tear through steel, vanished the moment it touched the pale golden aura—

Click! Click! Click! ...

Like fragile glass struck by a heavy hammer, those twenty finely forged steel swords, each capable of cutting a hair in two, broke in half at the same time!

At the same time, the terrifying shockwave continued its momentum, slamming hard into the twenty swordsmen!

Puff! Puff! Puff! ...

As if struck by an invisible giant hammer, the twenty swordsmen didn't even have time to scream before they were sent flying like kites with broken strings, covered in blood, lying haphazardly, and dying instantly!

The scene was a mess, filled with a strong smell of blood!

Instant kill?!

The sword formation, meticulously trained by the Sword Forging Manor, consisting of twenty elite swordsmen, was completely blasted away and instantly killed by this young man simply by releasing his aura...?!

Everyone was shocked.

"How is this possible??"

Ji Yuerong's eyes widened. How could this young man who had barged into the Sword Forging Manor be so powerful?! Her fiery body trembled violently as she stared blankly at the mess on the ground and the gruesome deaths of the sword guards. Her heart was in turmoil, and only a few tumultuous words remained in her mind: Heroes emerge from among the young!