Feng Wuchen's Fury

Feng Wuchen carried Feng Ning back to their small courtyard, but he soon noticed something was off.

He felt a surge of heat emanating from Feng Ning's body, her temperature rapidly rising.

"Ning'er?" he called out tentatively, but his words vanished into the void, receiving no response.

His face paled. Hurriedly, he set the girl down from his back.

Feng Ning was already unconscious. Her small face was flushed, and her body was frighteningly hot.

"The Cursed Fire Phoenix! It's flaring up!"

With his knowledge, Feng Wuchen recognized her constitution: the incredibly rare Cursed Fire Phoenix Physique. This trait was both a blessing and a curse. Those born with it were natural fire spirits, able to cultivate fire techniques at a rate a hundred times faster than ordinary people. But the fire's energy was overwhelmingly potent, requiring constant suppression with water-based spiritual treasures, or it would consume its host.

Feng Wuchen checked Feng Ning's collar and found her chest bare.

The Cold Essence that neutralized her fire energy was gone!

"Ning'er… How are you? Don't scare me!" Feng Wuchen channeled his spiritual energy into Feng Ning to ease her suffering.

Gradually, she regained a sliver of consciousness and weakly whispered, "Brother…"

"Where is your Cold Essence? Where did it go?" Feng Wuchen asked, his heart pounding with worry.

"Cold Essence…" Feng Ning barely opened her eyes, catching sight of her brother's bloodied face. She shook her head slightly. "Cold Essence… I don't need it anymore… I don't want Brother to suffer so much…"

Before she could finish, she passed out again.

Feng Wuchen's eyes turned bloodshot with rage.

An uncontrollable fury surged through him. A flash of realization struck—he recalled that yesterday, two family servants had come to the courtyard to steal Feng Ning's Cold Essence. Her sudden marriage arrangement to the Lin family must have been orchestrated by Feng Xi. His target had been Feng Ning's Cold Essence all along!

"Bastard!"

Feng Wuchen was truly enraged. It was one thing for the Feng family to oppress him and his sister, but to steal something that held Feng Ning's life in the balance? Unforgivable!

"Hang in there, Ning'er. Brother will get your treasure back!"

At the Feng family's main courtyard, Feng Wuchen stormed in, radiating a murderous aura, and marched straight toward Feng Xi's private courtyard.

"Feng Xi! Get out here now!" His angry shout echoed throughout the courtyard, quickly drawing a crowd of over ten servants.

Moments later, a young man in luxurious robes emerged, a smirk of disdain on his lips.

"Oh, it's you, the useless one," Feng Xi mocked. "What are you doing here instead of celebrating your sister's wedding? Did you come to get yourself killed for daring to shout at me?"

Feng Wuchen ignored the taunts, suppressing the fury in his heart. "Where is my sister's Cold Essence?"

"Cold Essence? A treasure like that shouldn't belong to a little girl like her. Leave now, or you'll only embarrass yourself."

Feng Wuchen remained still, his voice even colder. "Where is my sister's Cold Essence?"

Feng Xi's face darkened. "Are you deaf? Trash like you and your sickly sister have no right to possess such a treasure." His eyes glinted with malice. "Refuse to leave, and you'll be beaten until you can't move. Go, break him!"

Before the servants could act, Feng Wuchen erupted with blinding speed, appearing in front of Feng Xi and launching a powerful punch.

It wasn't a refined technique, just sheer velocity.

"You dare strike me?!" Feng Xi exclaimed in disbelief, clenching his fist to retaliate.

"Bang!"

The collision of their fists echoed, followed by the sickening sound of bones shattering.

Feng Xi's scream was piercing, his wrist mangled, bone and veins exposed.

The servants were paralyzed with shock, watching as Feng Xi's hand was reduced to ruin. His hand was now useless!

The young master of the Feng family, a prodigy at the Innate Realm, had been incapacitated by a single blow from this so-called "waste"!

But Feng Wuchen wasn't done. After destroying Feng Xi's right hand, he lifted his leg and drove a precise kick into Feng Xi's abdomen.

"Boom!"

The impact shattered Feng Xi's dantian, and before he could scream again, Feng Wuchen's foot stomped onto his chest, ribs cracking with sickening pops.

Feng Wuchen bent over and rummaged through Feng Xi's clothes, pulling out a white, bloodstained jade. He wiped the blood off, cradling it as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

"You think you can steal from my sister?"

"Xi'er!" A furious shout came from outside the courtyard.

A middle-aged man with a mustache burst in, eyes blazing with hatred at the sight of his son lying broken on the ground.

"Bastard son… How dare you harm my child? I'll kill you!"

It was Feng Xi's father, Feng Changyi, the third master of the Feng family.

Sensing the powerful aura of Feng Changyi, Feng Wuchen's eyes narrowed.

"Qi Master Realm!"

Feng Wuchen knew he couldn't underestimate his opponent. In an instant, he drew a crimson longsword, and the techniques of the Madman's Swordsmanship played vividly in his mind.

"What? A spiritual sword… How did you get such a weapon?" Feng Changyi recoiled in shock. In a small town like Falling Phoenix City, spiritual weapons were rare. How did this supposed failure have one?

But his astonishment grew as Feng Wuchen's speed and bizarre sword technique left him utterly disoriented.

Before he could mount a defense—

"Slash!"

A thin red line appeared on Feng Changyi's neck. Blood gushed out the next moment.

One slash. One kill. The terrifying power of a sword cultivator!

Witnessing the blood and the lifeless Feng Changyi, the servants stared at Feng Wuchen as if he were a monster.

"A sword cultivator? How is this possible?" Even as he died, Feng Changyi couldn't believe it. Feng Wuchen had been stripped of his spiritual veins. How had he become so powerful?

"Murder! He killed someone!"

"Quick! Report to the second master!"

In the Feng family hall, a guest was being entertained.

Yue Qingyin, a guest from the Qingchen Sect, drained her tea, her expression indifferent.

Beside her, Feng Changyun, the second master, flattered her relentlessly. "Miss Yue, did the Qingchen Sect only send you here?"

Yue Qingyin replied nonchalantly, "The sect elders will arrive in seven days. I happened to be nearby and came early."

Feng Changyun nodded eagerly. "Miss Yue…"

Yue Qingyin interrupted, tapping her sword hilt. "Instead of asking useless questions, bring out your so-called genius, the one who drew the Heaven's Blessing Phenomenon."

"Yes, right away…"

Soon, a young man with striking features and dressed in white entered.

"Father, you called?"

"Mo'er!" Feng Changyun beamed. "This is Senior Sister Yue from the Qingchen Sect…"

Before he could finish, Yue Qingyin's sword left its scabbard, and an overwhelming killing intent locked onto Feng Mo, making him feel as if he'd fallen into an icy abyss. He instinctively stepped back.

Yue Qingyin's eyes flashed with disappointment. "Fear before the fight? You dare call yourself a prodigy?"

"Miss Yue!"

Yue Qingyin sighed, standing. "A lower-grade Heaven Fire Spirit Vein does make you exceptional enough for an inner disciple position. But a true prodigy? You're nowhere close."