Chapter 225: I’d Like to See Where You’ll Put Your Face If Your Wife Gets Snatched Away

Chapter 225: Chapter 225: I’d Like to See Where You’ll Put Your Face If Your Wife Gets Snatched Away

Ouyang Nan completely ignored him, walking straight up to Ye Feng. He bowed deeply and spoke with the utmost respect,

"Ouyang Nan greets the Young Pavilion Master!"

Young Pavilion Master?

This young man was actually the Young Pavilion Master, the one in charge of the Dragon King Pavilion?

CRACK! The revelation struck Ximen Zhuo like a bolt from the blue. He froze on the spot, utterly stupefied. In the next instant, his face turned deathly pale.

’So that’s it... I thought Ye Feng was only acting arrogant because he had that big lug with some fighting skills to back him up. With the big guy gone today, I figured I could take care of him with ease. But I never imagined... Ye Feng doesn’t need to rely on anyone. He himself is an unshakeable mountain.’

He couldn’t take it anymore. Stumbling over to Ye Feng, he cried out in a trembling voice,

"Aiya! I was blind! I failed to recognize your greatness and offended you, Young Pavilion Master! I apologize! Please, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me!"

Ye Feng looked at Ximen Zhuo and spoke calmly, "You wanted to dig out my heart, liver, and lungs to offer as a sacrifice for your son?"

"I wouldn’t dare! I was wrong!" Ximen Zhuo’s voice was a complete wreck, trembling uncontrollably.

Ye Feng looked at Ximen Zhuo and asked again, "You wanted to use your power to take over Hundred Herbs Hall and destroy the Su family?"

"I’ll never have designs on Hundred Herbs Hall again! I’ll never have designs on the Su family again!" Ximen Zhuo shouted, his face contorted in fear.

Ye Feng bent down to look at Ximen Zhuo, his voice still unnervingly calm. "And you wanted to take my wife in public?"

Though his voice was calm, Ximen Zhuo could hear the terrifying killing intent laced within his words.

He finally broke. His legs gave out, and with a THUD, he knelt before Ye Feng, kowtowing and begging for his life.

"Young Pavilion Master, I truly didn’t know she was your wife! I was wrong! I’ll never have designs on her again! Please, Young Pavilion Master, spare my life!"

With that, he began to kowtow forcefully, THUD, THUD, THUD. His forehead split open and blood streamed down his face, but he didn’t dare stop.

But Ye Feng just watched him and said indifferently, "My family is my reverse scale. Anyone who touches them dies. Therefore, you will not escape today!

"Go back, donate all the assets of your Longevity Hall to Hundred Herbs Hall, and then kill yourself to atone for your crimes!

"If you fail to do even one of these things, I will annihilate your entire clan!"

As he finished speaking, a terrifying killing intent, sharp to the extreme, instantly filled the air.

Terrified, Ximen Zhuo collapsed into a heap on the floor like a puddle of mud. It took him a long while to come to his senses. He struggled to his feet and staggered outside, wailing loudly as he went,

"Son, you’ve brought ruin upon the Ximen family! You’ve ruined me! We were blind! We provoked an existence we never should have provoked! WAHHH..."

Su Zheng stared at Ye Feng, only snapping out of his daze after a long moment. He rushed over to Ye Feng and asked breathlessly, "My boy, are you really the Young Pavilion Master of the Dragon King Pavilion?"

Ye Feng smiled and nodded.

Su Zheng threw an arm around Ye Feng’s shoulder and burst into laughter. "Good lad! I never imagined you had such a terrifying background! With you backing the Su family, what do we have to fear?"

The next moment, he turned to Su Youning, who was standing nearby, and shouted urgently,

"Ningning! You have to hold on tight to Ye Feng! Don’t you dare let him get away! Whatever he wants you to do, you do it! However he wants you to serve him, you serve him!"

"Aiya, Dad!" Su Youning cried out, mortified. She covered her blushing face and ran away.

Ye Feng was coughing so hard he could barely breathe. "COUGH, COUGH! Uh, Uncle, I have something to do, so I’ll be taking my leave. Bye now!"

With that, he beat a hasty retreat.

After Ouyang Nan and his men bid farewell and left, Ye Feng’s phone suddenly rang. Ye Feng picked it up and saw that the caller was none other than the president of the Great Xia Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, his Fourth Senior Sister, Feng Qingwu.

Ye Feng quickly answered the call and said with a grin, "Fourth Senior Sister, you missed me, didn’t you?"

A light chuckle came from the other end of the line. "I did miss you. How about we have a... deep and practical exchange?"

"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH..." Ye Feng started coughing violently in embarrassment.

"You little rascal, you think I can’t handle you?" Feng Qingwu giggled, but her tone turned serious in the next moment. "Xiaofeng, Sis needs your help with something today."

Ye Feng laughed. "Just say the word, Fourth Senior Sister. Your little brother would go through hell and high water for you and never back down!"

"It hasn’t reached that point, but it is quite serious," Feng Qingwu said gravely.

"The Emperor is gravely ill. The princess has issued a decree, announcing a medical skills competition with a huge reward to select a master physician to treat His Majesty!

"Medical experts from all over are flocking to participate, hoping to win the championship and claim the generous reward.

"Our school of Traditional Chinese Medicine has been in decline these past few years, so our competitive strength is really not what it used to be. If someone else takes the championship on our home turf, what face will we have left? As the president of the TCM Association, what face will I have left? That’s why I want to invite you to be my ace in the hole!"

Ye Feng replied in a firm, resolute voice, "Don’t worry, Fourth Senior Sister. Your business is my business. I also want to see Traditional Chinese Medicine rise again!"

But his next sentence almost made Feng Qingwu laugh in exasperation.

He heard Ye Feng ask with a cheeky grin, "By the way, Fourth Senior Sister, what exactly is this huge reward the princess is offering?"

Feng Qingwu practically ground her teeth. "You rotten kid! So you aren’t helping me, you’re just after the princess’s reward!"

Ye Feng adopted a very serious tone. "Fourth Senior Sister, what are you saying? In my heart, you’re more important than the entire world. Am I the kind of person who doesn’t know his priorities?"

Then he added with a mischievous chuckle, "But if her reward is truly tempting, wouldn’t that just give me more motivation?"

"Pah! After all that talk, you’re still just after the reward!" Feng Qingwu scoffed, but then she laughed and said,

"But, the princess’s reward is indeed quite tempting. She announced that whoever wins the championship and successfully cures the Emperor will be named Prince Consort. On top of that, he’ll be granted a fiefdom over the most prosperous territory..."

The moment Ye Feng heard this, he swore, "Holy shit! The princess is my fiancée! If I let someone else win her, I might as well just die!"

"Your fiancée?" Feng Qingwu asked, confused. "How did the princess become your fiancée?"

Ye Feng repeated what Liu Hanyan had told him. Feng Qingwu giggled when she heard it. "So the princess is your fiancée! Well, you’d better give it your all this time. Otherwise, if someone else runs off with your wife, I don’t know how you’ll ever show your face again! Hehehe..."

"Alright, just send me the time and place for the competition. I’ll definitely be there on time," Ye Feng said decisively.

Feng Qingwu agreed and hung up, then sent a text message:

"New Era Square, 10:00 AM."

Ye Feng put down his phone and was just about to drive off when Su Zheng rushed over, shouting for him urgently.