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

"Impossible!!! You're so young, I can't believe this is real!!!"

Zhan Yun Kui looked dejected. He was once a famous figure in the martial arts world, the dignified master of the Sword Forging Manor. His proudest achievement, the Azure Lotus Sword Technique, was broken by a young man who was not even twenty-five years old. Even his protective true energy was rendered useless!

This was a huge blow to him!

Ji Yue Rong, with her fiery figure, stood to the side, her beautiful eyes fixed on that tall and imposing figure, her heart already churning with turmoil.

Ye Feng is so young, yet he possesses such extraordinary cultivation.

Although she had a deep affection for Zhan Yun Kui, her heart, which had been dormant for many years, was stirred up by this sudden appearance of a powerful figure.

A woman's natural inclination to admire strength made her gaze towards Ye Feng carry a complex and enigmatic meaning; amidst her embarrassment and annoyance, there was also a barely perceptible flutter of excitement.

Zhan Yichen lay on the ground, his body aching all over, but he couldn't suppress the panic and regret in his heart: He originally wanted to use the power of the Sword Forging Manor to kill Ye Feng, but he never expected to invite a wolf into the house. In today's battle, the Sword Forging Manor lost its elites and its master was seriously injured. Its reputation will surely plummet!

And his father, Zhan Yun-kui, probably wanted to beat him to death too!

"Nothing is impossible. There are many things in this world that are beyond your comprehension. Your understanding is simply too limited." Ye Feng looked down at Zhan Yun Kui with an indifferent tone, too lazy to waste any more words, and said domineeringly and impatiently, "I'll give you two choices: one, I'll destroy your dantian and completely sever your path to martial arts; two, take me to see your Sword Forging Manor's great treasure."

Zhan Yun Kui suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, filled with humiliation and hatred. He gritted his teeth and roared, "Impossible!! Go ahead and cripple my dantian if you dare! But even if the entire Sword Forging Manor fights, we will never let you leave here alive!"

"Yun Kui! Don't try to be a hero!" Ji Yurong's heart tightened. She turned to look at Ye Feng, her fiery red lips pressed tightly together. Her usual cold arrogance had faded, replaced by a pleading tone. Her voice was soft and urgent: "Ye Feng, we can talk this over. Please let my husband go!"

Ye Feng's gaze swept over her alluring figure, a slight stirring in his heart, yet he remained fixated on that unknown treasure, and smiled playfully: "Madam Ji, I also want to let him go, but your husband is so stubborn, I can't very well go against his wishes, what do you say?"

Just as tensions were about to rise, an aged yet authoritative voice rang out. At this crucial moment, Zhan Tianbei, the patriarch of the Zhan family, slowly stepped forward. His white hair and beard framed his upright posture, his eyes deep and furious, yet also revealing a hint of unfathomable rage in them. Finally, he stepped forward, bowed deeply to Ye Feng, and said respectfully, "Young friend Ye, my grandson was ignorant and offended me first. I apologize on his behalf! Sword Forging Manor agrees to your request!"

"What?!" Upon hearing this, the guests were once again in uproar, their faces filled with disbelief! When had the Sword Forging Manor, a century-old institution, ever been so humble? It had actually bowed down to a mere brat!

"Father! How could you do this!" Zhan Yun Kui's eyes were bloodshot as he struggled to get up. "It's a fight to the death! How could my Sword Forging Manor suffer such humiliation!"

"Shut up!!" Zhan Tianbei shouted angrily, his eyes sharp as knives. "Are you going to ruin the Zhan family's century-old foundation just because of a moment of impulsiveness? Foolish!"

After saying that, he bowed to Ye Feng again to apologize, adopting an extremely humble posture.

A hint of approval flashed in Ye Feng's eyes. This old man was flexible and sensible. He smiled coldly and said in a low voice, "Fine, I'll spare the Sword Casting Manor this time for your sake. Lead the way, I want to see that great treasure."

"Bastard! My Zhan family will never share the same sky with you!" Zhan Yun Kui was trembling with rage, but his injuries were too severe, and he could only watch helplessly as the group walked towards the backyard.

As soon as Ye Feng stepped into the backyard, he raised an eyebrow. An extremely rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth, mixed with an ancient pressure, rushed towards him. The Nine Revolutions Profound Technique in his body started to operate on its own, emitting bursts of buzzing, as if it had sensed a similar aura.

He was overjoyed, thinking to himself that there was indeed something extraordinary hidden there.

Zhan Tianbei pointed to the steaming pool in the center of the courtyard, his expression cold and grave: "This is what you're looking for. This pool is called the Spirit Tempering Sword Pool, and it has a history of over a hundred years. The outer seal was laid down by our ancestors in conjunction with several martial arts masters. No expert in the manor throughout history has been able to get within five meters of it. Anyone who has tried has been blasted away and seriously injured by the seal's aura. Even if you are powerful, rashly breaking it could cost you your life!"

His words were half a warning and half a gamble, hoping that Ye Feng would back down and protect the secret of the Sword Pool.

Ye Feng's lips curled into a deep smile as he calmly said, "The greater the danger, the greater the opportunity. The bolder you are, the greater the reward, isn't that right?"

"Oh, right, there's another saying, how does it go? 'My fate is in my own hands.' How will I know my limits if I don't try?"

Zhan Tianbei's lips twitched. He knew that Ye Feng's mind was made up and there was no way to stop him. He could only sigh inwardly and pray that Ye Feng's arrogant and ignorant nature would bring him bad consequences.

Ye Feng's expression was cold, his tone carrying an undeniable force: "All of you, retreat outside the courtyard. No one is to set foot here without my permission! Otherwise, you will bear the consequences!"

After everyone left, Ye Feng focused his attention on the seal of the Spirit Tempering Sword Pool.

The pool was surrounded by countless ancient runes, their blue-gold light flowing around them. The runes intertwined to form a giant net, enveloping the pool.

As the runes lit up, a sharp sword aura and a heavy pressure spread out, and the gale crackled as it cut through the air. This seal actually combined the sword intent of the Sword Forging Manor with the ancient barrier technique, layer upon layer, extremely mysterious. If an ordinary martial arts expert got close, he would probably be instantly minced into meat paste.

"Interesting." Ye Feng's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He immediately activated the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, and his body was filled with pale golden true energy. He condensed a wisp of extremely pure true energy at his fingertips and pointed it directly at the rune barrier.

Om-!

The golden light collided with the azure-gold light, creating a deafening roar. The runic barrier flickered violently, and countless sword energies burst forth from the barrier, shooting wildly towards Ye Feng.

Ye Feng remained motionless, his true energy forming a golden light barrier around his body. Sword energy shot at it shattered completely. He concentrated his energy, continuously injecting true energy from his fingertips into the barrier, using the domineering power of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique to forcefully confront the ancient seal.

The runic barrier grew increasingly dazzling, its oppressive power rising steadily. Spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the ground, and the surrounding vegetation was shredded by the qi. Yet, Ye Feng's true qi surged like a river, unstoppable. He precisely located the core rune of the barrier, and with a sudden low shout, the golden light at his fingertips surged by three-tenths: "Break!"

Click—!

A crisp sound rang out, the core rune shattered, the surrounding runes dimmed instantly, and the azure-gold aura dissipated layer by layer. The powerful seal was actually broken by him!

"Done!"

Ye Feng's lips curled slightly as he finished his practice and stepped into the Spirit Tempering Sword Pool. But the moment he landed, he froze completely, his eyes widening in utter shock!

On the white jade platform in the middle of the pool, a stunningly beautiful woman was sitting cross-legged!

She wore a simple white dress, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders, and her skin as white as snow!

Her face was absolutely stunning, with exquisite and flawless features. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her nose was straight and upturned, and her lips were a natural light pink.

At this moment, her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes cast faint shadows on her eyelids, her brows were slightly furrowed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, sliding down the contours of her perfect cheeks. She was clearly at a crucial juncture in her breakthrough.

"Holy crap, what a beautiful fairy lady..." Ye Feng's eyes lit up. There was such a pure and immaculate beauty in the world. She had more of an otherworldly aura than Ji Yue Rong and less of the worldly glamour.

"Who are you?! How did you break the seal and get in here!" The young woman with a face like a fairy suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes flashing with a sharp, cold light, like a drawn sword, carrying the killing intent to destroy everything, her voice clear and cold like jade striking each other.

Ye Feng snapped out of his reverie, making no attempt to hide the admiration in his eyes as he scrutinized her, thinking to himself, "This woman possesses a restrained aura yet profound depth; she is definitely no ordinary person!"

"You rude scoundrel!" The woman's cheeks flushed slightly from his intense and direct gaze. She was filled with a mixture of shame and anger. She raised her hand, gathering a chilling aura of true energy, and was about to strike Ye Feng from afar.

Just as she was about to unleash her palm strike, she suddenly groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood. Her white dress was instantly stained with red plum blossoms, and her aura suddenly weakened. Clearly, she had broken through the wrong path and gone mad!

Ye Feng's eyes narrowed, and he flashed forward, reaching out to support her swaying, exquisitely beautiful body. Her skin was cool and smooth to the touch, a sensation he found incredibly pleasurable. Yet, with a gentle, concerned smile, he said, "Miss, you've suffered a qi deviation! Your meridians are flowing backward; it's very dangerous! Do you need my help?"

"I don't need it, get out of here!" The beautiful young lady, who looked like a fairy, blushed and tried her best to push Ye Feng away. Her beautiful eyes were full of shame, anger and resistance.

She was of noble birth; how could she have ever been touched so closely by an ordinary man?

But at this moment, her internal energy was surging wildly, the power of ice and fire was clashing, and her meridians were throbbing with pain. She couldn't muster any strength at all. Instead, due to her excitement, her blood and qi surged again, and she coughed up another mouthful of blood. Her delicate body went limp and she fell forward uncontrollably.

Ye Feng gently pulled her close, instantly filling his arms with a warm, fragrant body. He couldn't help but gasp, "Miss, you smell so special, it's absolutely invigorating! And don't move around too much, or you might ruin your meridians."