Chapter 11 Wang Shikai's Pattern

Chen Feng walked alone on the Yanhui Lakeshore.

"Hmm?"

"So Yanhui Lake is actually a cultivation paradise?"

Chen Feng stopped in his tracks, feeling the breeze that met his face. This was no ordinary evening wind; it was full of surges of spiritual energy.

Even ordinary people, living in such a Feng Shui treasure land, would be free from all sickness.

And for cultivators like Chen Feng, Yanhui Lake was a superior cultivation site. Cultivating here would yield twice the results with half the effort.

Thus, Chen Feng looked around and found an open space by the lake. He sat down cross-legged, operated the cultivation spell passed down by his grandfather, and commenced his cultivation.

At this time, Wang Shikai and Wu Meng walked out of the hospital after healing their injuries.

"That loser dared to hit me! It's infuriating!" Wu Meng grew angrier as she looked at her swollen cheeks. In her eyes, Chen Feng had always been a bootlicker who wouldn't dare to touch a hair on her head. But now that he had grown bold, he dared to hit her, and the slap was so heavy that it nearly disfigured her.

"Mengmeng, don't be angry. That kid is locked up inside; he will get what's coming to him," Wang Shikai seemed to have a much bigger picture in mind, "Tomorrow is Miss Jiang's banquet. Let's prepare well and perform our best to leave a good impression on Miss Jiang."

"Yes!"

Wu Meng nodded in agreement.

Both were full of great expectations for the gathering tomorrow.

...

At dawn.

Chen Feng sat by the lake when his eyes suddenly flew open.

He had spent an entire night cultivating by the lake.

"I never would've thought that the spiritual energy on the Yanhui Lakeshore could be so abundant. In just one day, I've reached the third stage of Clear Strength."

Chen Feng couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

In martial arts cultivation, there were stages: first came Clear Strength martial artists, followed by Minor Grandmasters with Inner Strength, and then Martial Arts Grandmasters. Reaching the realm of Grandmaster meant one was a top-notch expert in the world.

"It's a pity if I had been at the third stage of Clear Strength yesterday, my kick could have directly crushed the heart of that bastard Wang Shikai, and there would've been no further trouble."

Chen Feng mused to himself.

However, he was not in a hurry. As his cultivation strength grew, he became more confident. The worst part about seeking revenge was not having enough power. As long as he had the overwhelming strength to crush the Wang Family, when to take revenge was entirely up to him.

Then Chen Feng returned to the Chen Family's old house.

He saw his sister Chen Ning sleeping on the couch. Stirred by the noise, she immediately opened her eyes, "Brother, you're back. Nothing happened, right?"

"Silly girl, what could possibly happen to me?" Chen Feng smiled affectionately, patting Chen Ning's head, "Did you take your medicine on time?"

"Yes, I drank all the medicinal soups that brother prepared," Chen Ning nodded.

"That's good."

Because of the many events of the previous night, Chen Feng felt tired and went to bedroom to sleep through the morning, to recuperate.

In the afternoon, Chen Feng gathered the leftover herbs from yesterday and used a pressure cooker to refine them, creating a small, exquisite, golden round elixir.

"Miss Jiang has invited me to the banquet. It would not be polite to arrive empty-handed. I hope Miss Jiang won't mind this small Peiyuan Pill," he thought to himself.

Then Chen Feng found a rather formal-looking suit in the wardrobe, put it on, and spent quite some time getting ready in front of the mirror.

He found that ever since he became a cultivator, his entire demeanor had changed. His eyes were bright and full of vitality.

"Sister, I'm going out tonight. What would you like to eat? I'll bring something back for you," Chen Feng said to Chen Ning.

Chen Ning, who sat watching TV on the sofa, chuckled at his words, "Brother, you're dressing up so handsomely. Are you going on a date with Jiang?"

Chen Feng blushed, "Don't talk nonsense. I've only seen Miss Jiang twice, we're not familiar yet."

"But Jiang is your fiancée!" said Chen Ning with a smirk, "Brother, you've got to work hard. Jiang is quite nice. Try to win her over sooner and bring her home to be my sister-in-law."

"Go, go, go!"

Chen Feng glared at Chen Ning, annoyed. How could she jump to conclusions when there was no indication of such a thing?

Seeing that it was about time, Chen Feng left the house with the gift and took a taxi to the Hilton Hotel for the banquet.

The hotel exterior was flooded with luxury cars, and the place was teeming with celebrities. Many of the city's socialites were lined up at the hotel entrance, waiting to be admitted.

"Gosh, what a grand scene?"

Chen Feng was somewhat surprised. He had assumed that Jiang Yingxue was holding a small gathering in a banquet hall at the hotel, but it turned out she had booked the entire Hilton Hotel to host the event of the century.

By comparison, his outfit hardly seemed sufficient.

Just as Chen Feng stood outside the hotel, debating what to do next, an untimely voice came from behind, "Eh? Am I seeing things? Doesn't the person standing in front look like that good-for-nothing Chen Feng?"