Courtyard House: A System Connecting Two Worlds, Resources for the Nation

Zhou Feng remained completely calm. Facing Bao Butong's two fingers, he moved his feet and dodged past him, reaching out to grab Sima Lin again.

"Mr. Bao, save me! This man is acting so violently in Swallow's Nest, clearly showing he doesn't respect you at all!"

Sima Lin, lying on the ground, quickly let out a soft cry. Faced with the threat of losing all his internal energy, he instantly realized that the grudges between them and the Murong family were nothing at all!

The most important thing is to survive safely!

If all the internal energy in his body is absorbed by others, even if he can leave Yanziwu alive, he will die countless times on his way back to Qingcheng Mountain!

Bao Butong, who was originally going to continue to make a move, turned around and returned to his seat when he heard Sima Lin's cry for help.

"I just wanted to test this kid's martial arts. Who wants to save your life? You dare to cause trouble and act recklessly in my Swallow's Nest? You might as well die!"

Sima Lin, lying on the ground, immediately blushed with embarrassment.

They initially thought the other party was intervening because of their status as the owner of Yanziwu, but they didn't even care about the noodles anymore, and their cries for help actually had the opposite effect!

As Zhou Feng drew closer, he simply closed his eyes and channeled his inner energy, intending to sever his own heart meridian.

He was going to die either way, and he didn't want to suffer further humiliation after already disgracing the Qingcheng Sect.

He would rather take this internal energy underground than let Zhou Feng take advantage of it!

Unfortunately, just as his internal energy was being mobilized, Zhou Feng's hand grabbed his shoulder, and the internal energy within him became uncontrollable, flowing towards the other man.

"You...you..."

With a hint of fear in his eyes, Sima Lin finally lost all his strength and collapsed to the ground.

After absorbing Sima Lin's essence, Zhou Feng then picked two seemingly strong members of the Qingcheng Sect to replenish his meridians before finally stopping.

"Brother Zhou, what about the rest of these people..."

A'Zhu was clever and quick-witted. She knew that Bao Butong was no match for Zhou Feng, so she still left the initiative to Zhou Feng.

"It's up to you. Let them leave, or let them die here?"

Zhou Feng shrugged; there was no need for the remaining people to take any more drugs.

The impurities in his internal energy are even greater than the usable portion, so why bother absorbing them?

Those whose power had not yet been absorbed immediately focused their attention on A'Zhu upon hearing Zhou Feng's words.

Some timid but quick-witted individuals, disregarding their pain, immediately knelt on the ground.

"Miss, we were blinded by greed, but in the kindness of Heaven, we beg you to spare our lives. We promise that in the future, when we see anyone from Swallow's Nest, we will give them the utmost respect and will never dare to have any further thoughts!"

"Yes! We swear to God, it will be so!"

"Please, miss, have mercy on us and spare our lives!"

...

Seeing these people kneeling on the ground, pleading and swearing oaths, Azhu's face showed some difficulty.

Standing next to her, Wang Yuyan couldn't help but reach out and gently tug at her sleeve.

After all, she was just a young girl who had never been to the martial arts world before, and seeing these people acting like this, she naturally felt a little sorry for them.

"Fine, remember what I said today. Don't come here to cause trouble again, or I definitely won't let you off next time!"

Upon hearing A'Zhu's words, the few survivors hurriedly kowtowed several times, swearing oaths and then turning their gaze to Zhou Feng, who was standing to the side.

Although it was said that A'Zhu was in charge, everyone knew that the one who could actually make the decisions was this highly skilled martial artist.

"Since Miss A'Zhu has spoken, you should all leave. If you do it again, I will kill you."

"Yes! Yes!"

"Thank you, young hero!"

...

The most important thing in life is to have self-awareness.

After Zhou Feng had previously displayed his martial arts skills and the Northern Darkness Divine Art, they naturally understood the gap between themselves and him.

Forget about revenge, they probably won't come to the Jiangnan region again!

Who knows if this fiend will remember what happened today when he sees them again, and casually kill them!

Seeing that the group was about to leave, Bao Butong, who was still sitting in his seat, suddenly spoke up: "Wait!"

The group of people who had already gotten up and walked to the door suddenly froze, turning back to look with trembling hands.

"Go back and tell the Qingcheng Sect that Sima Wei was not killed by my young master."

The group trying to escape exchanged glances. The one who had spoken first quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, Mr. Bao is right. My family... that... that Sima Wei was definitely not killed by Young Master Murong. He... he encountered an enemy from the martial arts world!"

"Yes, I can testify. It wasn't Young Master Murong; he died seeking revenge!"

"Mr. Bao is right; we were wrong, and we misunderstood!"

Seeing how timid and subservient these people were, Bao Butong immediately became furious.

Anyone with a normal mind could see that these people were absolutely lying. They were only saying this to appease him in order to save their own lives, since their own lives were in danger.

But he wanted to clear his son's name; how could he allow such a tortured confession?

"I said it wasn't my young master who killed him, then it wasn't him! No one can wrong my young master! If you don't believe me, then even if I did kill him, then come and seek revenge on me."

"No, no... We wouldn't dare..."

The people standing at the door hurriedly waved their hands.

They barely managed to survive, but who knows what illness this Bao Butong has?

What if he says he wants revenge and then kills me? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?

"Alright, alright, you bunch of stray dogs, get out of here!"

The group, who had been scolded by Bao Butong, looked at him nervously: "I...we can leave now?"

"Who said you could leave? Get out! You mustn't walk, you mustn't move, you mustn't run, you mustn't gallop, get out! Don't you understand?"

The leader was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth, lay down, and rolled out towards the door.

The others followed suit, rolling out of the hall one after another.

Bao Butong smiled with satisfaction, reached out and picked up the people still lying on the ground in the hall, throwing and kicking them out of the main hall.

"Take all this trash with you!"

After discarding the intruders like trash, Bao Butong turned his gaze to Zhou Feng, then turned to Wang Yuyan: "Miss Wang, who is this gentleman?"

Wang Yuyan smiled and said, "This young hero Zhou is my mother's junior brother, my martial uncle. He has come here specifically to help out."

Hearing this, Bao Butong frowned and looked Zhou Feng up and down: "It's alright, it's alright. His appearance is far inferior to my young master's, and he's not worthy of my young master being jealous of you."

Zhou Feng stared at Bao Butong expressionlessly.

This guy has a really foul mouth!

He was clearly invited by Azhu and Abi to help, but this guy spoke ill of them to their faces and had no manners at all.

"Third Brother, Brother Zhou came here to help, you..."

"What 'Third Brother' or 'Big Brother Zhou'? Does this kid think he's above me? Pah! From now on, I'll call him 'Little Brother' or 'Nephew'! I…"

Before Bao Butong could finish speaking, he felt a gust of wind rushing towards him. Zhou Feng had already arrived in front of him using the Lingbo Weibu technique, his palm filled with internal force, and struck towards his chest.

This guy has such a foul mouth!

Although Wang Yuyan has the same face as Zhao Pan'er, which will help Zhou Feng learn martial arts, none of this is enough to make Zhou Feng suffer for her sake!

In the world of courtyard houses, Zhou Feng was a guest of honor of the organization.

In the world of Dream of Splendor, Zhou Feng is the current emperor and the ruler of the world.

Even if he offended Wang Yuyan in this world of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, he didn't intend to suffer a humiliation.

As Bao Butong heard the sound of something cutting through the air and sensed the increasing internal force contained in Zhou Feng's palm as it drew closer, his expression suddenly changed.

But it was too late to dodge at this point. Moreover, Zhou Feng's lightness skill was exceptionally strong, something he had never seen before in his life in the martial world. He wasn't sure if he could dodge it, so he simply channeled his inner strength and struck out at Zhou Feng's palm.

Even if the opponent absorbs the internal energy of others, it is impossible to master it in such a short time. Instead, it will make the internal energy in their own body more mixed, and they will be less effective in battle.

Unfortunately, he was still confined to the remote Yanziwu and was unaware of the wonders of the Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts.

The moment their palms clashed, Bao Butong's expression changed, and he was sent flying, spitting blood.

At the same time, streams of internal energy were constantly flowing within his body.

Since Zhou Feng was going to expel all the impurities from the absorbed internal energy anyway, he decided to take advantage of this opportunity to exchange blows with Bao Butong and force all those impurities into his body!

This made Bao Butong extremely upset!

He didn't possess a divine skill like the Northern Darkness Divine Art, which could fuse different kinds of internal energy, nor did he have a method to remove impurities and achieve a complete understanding. Therefore, he could only forcefully suppress the internal energy that Zhou Feng had injected into his body while spitting out blood.

It's not something he can completely eliminate in a short time, and in the process, he'll waste an unknown amount of his internal energy.

"Brother Zhou!"

Seeing Zhou Feng about to step forward, Azhu and Abi quickly stepped forward to stop him: "Please don't get angry with our Third Brother Bao. He's always been like this; he needs to argue with people to feel better. If he ever doesn't offend anyone, that would be a miracle. We apologize to you on his behalf!"

Seeing Azhu and Abi bow deeply before Zhou Feng, Bao Butong's face turned bright red with embarrassment, whether from shame or from the uncontrollable internal energy surging within him.

"Azhu, Abi, you..."

Bao Butong was about to stubbornly say something more when Wang Yuyan quickly gave him a wink and then interrupted, "Third Brother Bao, where's my cousin? Why did you come back alone?"

Putting everything else aside, just from the fate of those people in the main hall just now, you can tell that her senior uncle is definitely a decisive and ruthless person!

If Bao Butong were to say anything displeasing or sarcastic, this Uncle Zhou might just take action and kill him.

At that time, how will she position herself between her mother's sect and her cousin?

Seeing the slightly pleading look in Wang Yuyan's eyes, Bao Butong sighed softly: "Young Master sent me to Fujian Road on a matter before. On my way back, I met Brother Feng in Suzhou. My brother and I figured out that someone wanted to make trouble for our Murong family in Gusu, attacking us in the martial arts world and then blaming us. So I came back to see if Brother Feng could also make his way in the martial arts world."

Seeing that he softened and changed the subject, Azhu, Abi, and Wang Yuyan all breathed a sigh of relief.

They had just heard the clicking sound of Tie Jianguo and Bai Lang preparing the hidden weapon behind them. If Brother Bao San still insisted on going his own way, he might really be in big trouble today!

Seeing that Zhou Feng had no intention of pursuing the matter further, A Zhu and A Bi quickly stepped forward to help Bao Butong back to his chair. Before they could speak, the sound of silver bells rang out from the air.

Immediately afterward, a white dove fluttered down from the sky and landed in A'Zhu's hand. A'Bi took a paper raft from a small bamboo tube on the dove's leg and handed it to Bao Butong. The latter glanced at it and said in a deep voice, "Second Brother sent word that a large number of experts from the Xixia First-Class Hall have suddenly arrived in Jiangtong. I don't know what their intentions are. He wants me to take A'Zhu and A'Bi to investigate. Are you going?"

His gaze was fixed on Wang Yuyan, who was standing to the side.

Wang Yuyan paused for a second, then quickly nodded: "Of course I'm going with you. I didn't expect the people from Xixia Yipintang to make things difficult for us."

"Heh... It's the Beggars' Sect again, and then it's the Western Xia First-Class Hall. I wonder how lively this will be!"

A slight smile appeared on Bao Butong's face, and his gaze unconsciously swept over Zhou Feng.

He only mentioned those two forces, but didn't mention Zhou Feng, this mysterious but highly skilled martial artist.

Noticing Bao Butong's gaze sweep over him, Zhou Feng's lips curled up slightly, then he turned to Wang Yuyan and said, "You're not allowed to go."

"Huh? Why?"

Everyone in the room stared at Zhou Feng, who replied matter-of-factly, "You came out with me, so naturally we should go back together. Otherwise, how can I explain it to my senior sister? If you want to go with them, you can leave on your own after we get back."

Wang Yuyan was stunned. She didn't expect Zhou Feng to have such thoughts. Azhu and Abi exchanged a glance, speechless.

But Wang Yuyan, like a little hamster that had hidden away spare food, puffed out her cheeks in anger.

How could she not know what kind of personality her mother had?

She never thought highly of her cousin from the very beginning, and every time they met, she would talk badly about him to her!

If you go back to Mantuo Manor to plead for mercy, you'll most likely never get out!

"I...I'm going, what can you do about it?"

Seeing Wang Yuyan glaring at him angrily, Zhou Feng pursed his lips slightly: "You can't beat me, and neither can they, so you have no choice but to come back with me."

"..."

What he said was true, but the people standing nearby were really angry!