Chapter 220: Does Your Chest Hurt?

Chapter 220: Chapter 220: Does Your Chest Hurt?

He really had to hand it to his Sixth Master. The man wasn’t just a pervert; even his ideas were completely twisted.

But what could he do? The man was more powerful and called all the shots. When he drew a path, Ye Feng had no choice but to obediently follow it.

Then, Ye Feng gritted his teeth, slapped his thigh, and declared, "So what if she’s a princess? Isn’t she still a person? Isn’t she still a woman?

Forget the fact that Master already arranged our engagement. Even if he hadn’t, I’d create the opportunity myself! Long Xi’Er, just you wait. I’ve set my sights on that ass of yours!"

"Set your sights on what?"

Just then, a crisp voice sounded from behind him.

Ye Feng turned his head and saw Su Youning standing behind him in her pajamas.

’I must have been too focused,’ he thought. He looked at Su Youning with a cheeky grin and said, "I said I’ve set my sights on your ass. What, you got a problem with that?"

Hearing this, Su Youning’s pretty face instantly turned bright red. She cried out shyly:

"Ah, but haven’t you already seen it?"

Seeing Su Youning’s shy and adorable appearance, a wave of heat washed over Ye Feng. He looked at her, chuckled, and said:

"What if I want to see it again?"

With that, he reached out and lifted Su Youning’s pajamas.

Seeing those two perfectly snow-white mounds, Ye Feng descended into a frenzy once more.

...

Sometime later, Ye Feng’s phone began to ring urgently. He picked it up and looked.

It was an unfamiliar number. He casually answered, and a respectful voice came from the other end: "Ouyang Nan, General Helmsman of the Dragon King Pavilion, pays his respects to the Young Pavilion Master!"

"Where are you now?" Ye Feng asked calmly.

"Reporting to the Young Pavilion Master, the Golden Dragon King told me you wished to see me, so I rushed over from the Southern Border. I’ve just arrived at the Dragon King Pavilion. May I ask your location? I’ll come to pay my respects immediately!"

Ye Feng glanced at his watch. It was just four in the morning. He said calmly, "You’ve had a long journey. I’ll come to the Dragon King Pavilion to see you."

"Ouyang Nan will proceed to the Dragon King Pavilion at once and await the Young Pavilion Master!" Ouyang Nan said respectfully, then hung up.

Ye Feng got up, tucked Su Youning in, and then quietly left. He went outside, got in his car, and sped off toward the Dragon King Pavilion in the Imperial Capital.

...

In the southern suburbs, a quaint and slightly dilapidated building was nestled within a grove of poplar trees.

In front of the building stood an antique-style gatehouse. On its lintel were three large, golden words, written in a flamboyant, cursive script:

Dragon King Pavilion!

The Imperial Capital’s Dragon King Pavilion headquarters!

It was already four in the morning.

Only a few guards were on duty.

The guards were leaning against the gate, drowsing.

It wasn’t that they were derelict in their duties. The Dragon King Pavilion was the second-largest faction in the Great Xia Empire, surpassed only by the Martial Arts Association. They were immensely powerful, and no one was bold enough to cause trouble here.

After years of standing guard here without a single person ever causing trouble, they couldn’t help but grow complacent.

But just then, a Range Rover came screeching to a halt. A young man got out and walked toward the gate.

Ye Feng had arrived.

A portly guard opened his eyes, saw Ye Feng approaching, and barked, "This is the Dragon King Pavilion’s sacred ground! Unauthorized personnel are forbidden! Leave immediately, or be killed without mercy!"

Ye Feng looked at the portly guard and said calmly, "I am Ye Feng—"

But before he could finish, the portly guard rudely cut him off. "Ye Feng? You think that name’s a big deal? I’m telling you, it wouldn’t matter if the emperor himself showed up! Scram, now! Or don’t blame me for what happens next!"

Ye Feng looked at the portly guard and chuckled. "And what if I insist on going in?"

The portly guard’s eyes went wide. "Insist on coming in? What are you trying to do, force your way into the Dragon King Pavilion? I think you must have eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard!"

With that, he roared at the men behind him, "Brothers, go! Mess him up!"

The men yelled in agreement, grabbed their weapons, and charged at Ye Feng alongside the portly guard. As they reached him, they immediately swung.

But before they could even touch Ye Feng, he let out a soft snort. "Get back!"

The next moment, as if struck by a high-speed train, the men were sent flying backward. They landed in a clattering heap, bruised and battered.

The men staggered to their feet, staring at Ye Feng with eyes that looked ready to pop out of their sockets.

Such terrifying power from a single shout.

’This... this guy is clearly no pushover!’

But just then, a clear, cold voice rang out from within the Dragon King Pavilion:

"You dare to cause trouble at the Dragon King Pavilion? You’ve got some nerve!"

As the voice faded, a girl walked out.

The girl had short hair and a round, apple-shaped face. Her training uniform accentuated her flawless, curvy figure. She carried herself with a dashing, heroic air—a rare, roguish beauty. The sharp glint in her eyes, however, warned everyone to keep their distance.

Seeing the apple-faced girl, the portly guard and his men hurried over, crying out with aggrieved expressions:

"Miss Ouyang, look! We got beaten up!"

The apple-faced girl looked at the portly guard and his men, frowning as she spoke:

"Getting beaten up on your own doorstep? Isn’t that disgraceful? I tell you guys to practice your martial arts every day, but you never listen. And now look, you’ve brought shame right to our front door!"

The portly guard and his men instantly looked ashamed.

The apple-faced girl ignored them. With her hands clasped behind her back, she walked up to Ye Feng. She held her head high, looking down her nose at him as she spoke in a cold voice:

"So you’re the one causing trouble here?"

Looking at the apple-faced girl’s insufferably arrogant expression, Ye Feng smiled faintly.

"What if I am?"

The apple-faced girl glared at Ye Feng. "Do you know where you are?"

Ye Feng nodded. "The Dragon King Pavilion."

The apple-faced girl’s eyes widened. "If you know this is the Dragon King Pavilion and you still dare to cause trouble, did you eat the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard? Scram, now! Or don’t blame this young lady for getting rough!"

Ye Feng looked at the apple-faced girl and said seriously, "Every day, around dawn, you feel an intense pain in your chest, right? Especially your left breast—a pain like someone is gripping it tightly. Am I wrong?"

The apple-faced girl was stunned. She looked at Ye Feng, bewildered. "How did you know that?"

Ye Feng smiled faintly. "You have an impulsive nature and exuberant liver fire, which causes stagnation in your chest. Of course you’d have these symptoms."

The apple-faced girl’s eyes lit up. "So you’re a doctor! Then tell me, how can my illness be treated?"

Ye Feng said seriously, "There are two ways. One, get angry less in the future. Your liver fire will naturally subside."

"That’s just my temperament; I can’t change it. You’d better just tell me the other method."

The symptoms Ye Feng described matched her condition perfectly. She had consulted many famous doctors about this problem and tried countless prescriptions, but none of them could cure it completely. Her condition would fluctuate, sometimes better, sometimes worse, which was a constant source of frustration.

So, upon hearing that Ye Feng actually had a method of treatment, her attitude immediately softened.

But Ye Feng’s next words made the girl instantly explode with rage.