I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

"Who told you I'm not a martial artist?"

The moment he finished speaking, a powerful martial aura erupted from Chu Feng's body, like a river bursting its banks, pressing down on Luo Qing!

Eighth-rank martial artist!

After being devoured and refined by the Burial Coffin last night, his martial arts realm is now completely different from before, leaping from the fifth rank to the eighth rank!

"An eighth-rank martial artist?"

Luo Qing's smugness and sense of control froze instantly. He was struck dumb, his eyes bulging out of their sockets.

"No, impossible! This is absolutely impossible! How could you possibly be an eighth-rank martial artist?"

He was completely thrown into disarray, his mind reeling.

How could someone who was known throughout the capital as a martial arts failure, a piece of trash who couldn't even touch the threshold of martial arts, possibly become an eighth-rank martial artist overnight, someone even he had to look up to?

This is more absurd than a fairy tale!

Luo Qing subconsciously rubbed her eyes, almost thinking she was under some kind of illusion.

However, that heavy, mountain-like aura felt incredibly real, pressing down on him so hard that his bones creaked and even breathing became difficult.

"you……"

He pointed at Chu Feng, uttering a single word as if he wanted to say something more.

But Chu Feng had already lost his patience.

He moved with lightning speed, appearing before Luo Qing like a ghost, his five fingers like pincers, precisely gripping the other's throat.

"Forehead……"

Luo Qing's feet left the ground, her face instantly turning a deep purplish-red. She gripped Chu Feng's wrists tightly with both hands, but couldn't budge them an inch.

"You can set off now."

Chu Feng's expression was indifferent, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

Click!

A crisp cracking sound pierced the quiet night.

Luo Qing's struggles came to an abrupt end, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed. Even in death, he couldn't understand what kind of monster he had provoked.

Chu Feng casually tossed Luo Qing's body to the ground with a thud.

On the other side, Bai Ying, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Leng Yue, caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and his hawk-like eyes suddenly narrowed.

The Crown Prince... is dead?

puff!

In that instant of distraction, Leng Yue seized the opening, her dagger tracing a cold arc, drawing a string of blood beads on his chest.

"Well!"

Bai Ying grunted and retreated rapidly. He stared at Luo Qing's lifeless corpse, his face turning extremely grim. Then, he glared at Chu Feng and shouted sharply, "You dare kill Prince Luo?!"

"He wanted to kill me, so why can't I kill him?"

Chu Feng pursed his lips and asked in return.

White Eagle's eyes flickered uncertainly. The next second, he suddenly turned around and transformed into a black shadow, darting away into the distance.

Now that Luo Qing is dead, there's no point in him continuing to fight. Besides, this little girl is just as strong as him. If he keeps fighting, he'll probably die here too.

"Leng Yue, don't let him get away!" Chu Feng's voice came.

call out!

Leng Yue flashed, as if teleporting, and blocked Bai Ying's path, thrusting out her dagger once more.

"Hmph, if I want to leave, you can't stop me!"

The white eagle roared, its claws surging with powerful energy, unleashing a fierce blast that tore through the air.

But the next second, an aura far exceeding the previous one suddenly erupted from Leng Yue's body!

The aura was so strong that it instantly caused the white eagle's protective qi to crack inch by inch!

"Grandmaster...Grandmaster at the peak?!"

White Eagle's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, his face filled with horror and despair.

In that instant when he lost his composure, a cold glint flashed past.

puff!

The dagger precisely sliced ​​open his throat, and blood gushed out.

White Eagle clutched his neck, swayed, and fell straight down, dying with his eyes wide open.

Leng Yue concealed her aura and returned to Chu Feng's side.

"Not bad, you've been holding back." Chu Feng looked at her, somewhat surprised. "Grandmaster at the peak, just one step away from becoming a Great Grandmaster."

"Your Highness just killed him like that, without even asking who was behind it?" Leng Yue asked, glancing at Luo Qing's corpse.

"There's no need," Chu Feng said nonchalantly. "The number of people in the capital who could command a mere heir of a marquis's family and even try to drag the Crown Prince down with them could be counted on one hand. Now that he's dead, the people behind him definitely won't sit still. We just need to wait and see."

He paused, then added in a chilling tone, "Cut off Luo Qing's head and hang it at the gate of the Tiannan Marquis's mansion!"

"Yes!" Leng Yue nodded without the slightest hesitation.

Chu Feng returned directly to the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion.

As soon as he returned, he went straight to his grandfather's study and took out the Rejuvenation Pill.

"Grandpa, this is a high-grade third-tier Restoration Pill. It can repair the damaged functions of a martial artist. Please take it quickly."

Chu Tianyuan looked at the pill, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "A high-grade third-tier pill? Where did you get it?"

"Just bought at the Yanyu Pavilion auction."

"This thing... must have cost a lot of money, right?" Chu Tianyuan frowned.

"It's not much, just one hundred million," Chu Feng said casually.

"What? One...one hundred million taels of silver?"

Chu Tianyuan's eyes widened instantly. The next second, he jumped up from his chair, grabbed a feather duster, and, blowing his beard and glaring, yelled, "You little brat, did you mortgage our Zhenbei Prince's Mansion?"

Seeing his grandfather's furious reaction, Chu Feng was both amused and exasperated, and quickly explained, "Of course not, I found a God of Wealth to pay for it for me."

He immediately told them about the Wang family's money shop.

After hearing this, Chu Tianyuan's anger subsided, but his brows furrowed even deeper: "You brat, you've offended the Fourth Prince again. He's not someone to be trifled with; his mother is the younger sister of the sect leader of the Taiyi Sect, one of the ten great sects of the Great Qian Dynasty!"

"So what?" Chu Feng said dismissively. "Grandpa, please take the pill."

"it is good."

Chu Tianyuan said no more and swallowed the pill.

In an instant, a powerful medicinal force spread, and his energy and spirit recovered at a visible speed. His pale face regained its rosy hue, and his previously weak aura became thick and solid.

Seeing this, Chu Feng breathed a sigh of relief and then left.

Uncle Fu approached Chu Tianyuan and whispered, "Your Highness, the young master... he really is different now."

Chu Tianyuan didn't speak, but just watched Chu Feng's departing figure, a long-lost sense of relief appearing in his cloudy old eyes.

Chu Feng left the study and went to Da Hu's room.

"You've already reached the seventh rank?"

When he saw the stable aura of a seventh-grade martial artist on Da Hu, he was also taken aback.

Yesterday, this guy was only at the fifth rank. This breakthrough speed is almost catching up with my own, who's using cheat codes.

"Damn it, just who is this Big Tiger?" Chu Feng muttered to himself.

"This guy's potential and talent far exceed your imagination. You've really struck gold." The demon's voice rang in his mind at just the right moment.

Chu Feng immediately took out a large amount of cultivation resources from his storage bag and handed them to Da Hu, telling him to focus on his cultivation.

"Thank you, Master!" Big Tiger said gratefully.

After returning to his room, Chu Feng took out all the cultivation resources he had obtained that night, and with a thought, activated the Burial Coffin, which began to devour them frantically.

"This time, we must break through to the Innate Realm!"

……

The next day, it was just getting light.

The capital city, the residence of the Marquis of Tiannan.

A yawning servant rubbed his sleepy eyes and prepared to open the gate so the guards could change shifts.

But as soon as he unlatched the door, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of something hanging under the eaves above the door, swaying slightly in the morning breeze.

He looked up curiously and took a closer look.

next second.

"ah--!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream shattered the morning's tranquility, and the servant's legs gave way, causing him to collapse to the ground.

The two drowsy guards at the door were startled awake and shouted, "What are you yelling about?"

The servant, pale as a ghost, pointed tremblingly to the eaves.

The two guards looked in the direction he pointed, and their pupils suddenly contracted.

That...that was a bloody head!

And that face with its eyes wide open in death was all too familiar to them; it belonged to their Marquis's heir, Luo Qing!

boom!

The two guards were stunned, as if struck by lightning.

Soon, the news that Luo Qing, the heir of the Marquis of Tiannan, had died tragically and that his head had been hung at the gate of his own mansion swept through the entire capital like a level twelve storm!