Chapter 42: What's the Point of Killing? (Part 2)

  The young master's face was covered in dust and dirt, his pale face reddened with anger. He glared at Yi Feng and shouted: "You're asking for death!"

  Yi Feng let out a cold hum, then walked to the little beggar's side. His spiritual power slowly entered the little beggar's body, dissolving the stagnant blood inside him while also nourishing his body with spiritual energy.

  The little beggar was originally weak to the extreme, almost dying at any time, but after Yi Feng's treatment, he suddenly ran away like taking a stimulant.

  Although the young master was arrogant, he wasn't a fool. After seeing Yi Feng's astonishing performance, he knew that Yi Feng wasn't someone to be trifled with, but he also wouldn't leave now and become a laughing stock. From his sleeve, he pulled out something like a firework, and after pulling on the thin thread at its tail, it shot up into the air, exploding in mid-air under the bright daylight, bursting forth with dazzling brilliance.

  Yi Feng knew that the young master had gone to call for someone, so he smiled faintly and turned around to leave. It wasn't fear, but rather a desire not to stir up more trouble. Looking at the entire mundane world, those with innate high-level abilities were already at the pinnacle of existence, yet they only possessed the strength of the foundation-building period.

  Yi Feng quickened his pace, and in a few breaths, he had already walked several streets. After many years of practicing in Feilai Mountain, Yi Feng had eaten the most was Biegu Dan, and his mouth was almost numb.

  He caught the aroma of wine wafting from a nearby tavern and couldn't resist, so he went in, ordered a few small dishes, asked for a jug of wine, and began to savor it on his own. He didn't put any thought into what had just happened. If that young master didn't come looking for him, then fine, but if he dared to show up, Yi Feng would have to teach him another lesson, letting him know there were people outside who wouldn't be trifled with, and perhaps in the future, he would restrain himself a lot more.

  That young master was indeed not an ordinary person. After gathering his subordinates, many of them asked about Yifeng's whereabouts. Among the dozens of people, there were also many martial arts masters who rushed to the wine house where Yifeng was located.

  When they arrived at the entrance of the wine building, a commotion was caused, and Yifeng also noticed it.

  Yi Feng remained still, sitting alone in the elegant room on the second floor, looking tired and worn out, with a bitter smile on his face.

  The owner of the wine house may also be a person with status and face, he blocked the young masters at the door of the wine house, went upstairs himself, found Yi Feng and said: "This brother, our small shop is open for business, we shouldn't drive away customers, but today you've caused big trouble, please leave quickly to avoid affecting our business."

  Yi Feng was also a reasonable person, but he hadn't had enough to drink yet. He took out some silver coins and asked the boss to buy him more wine. The boss wanted to get rid of the unlucky star quickly, so he moved fast and got Yi Feng another jug of wine without even taking his money.

  Yi Feng downed the liquor in one gulp, and his face showed a slight flush. He didn't use his internal energy to dissipate the effects of the alcohol, but instead wanted to truly experience the dizzying sensation it brought to his brain. Without this feeling, the pleasure of drinking would be greatly diminished.

  The entrance of the wine house was surrounded by a group of people brought by the young master, and behind these people, there were many onlookers.

  "It was him, he almost beat me to death!" The young master shouted as soon as he saw Yi Feng, as if he had seen the murderer of his father.

  Yi Feng was too lazy to entangle with them, but his patience was not good. Such provocation, he would not ignore it. When those people approached with sticks and rods, Yi Feng's eyes were sharp and saw that someone had hidden a dagger or short sword in their sleeves, they seemed to have intended to kill him.

  With a cold laugh, Yi Feng's figure vanished like a ghost at the entrance of the wine tower. Immediately after, the sound of people eating pain echoed continuously in the crowd. In less than three seconds, except for that young master, there was no one standing upright within ten steps of the entrance of the wine tower.

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