Lesson Learned

Seeing the three approaching figures, Chen Feng furrowed his brow, and a flash of killing intent flickered in his eyes.

These three were all around sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in attire and wielding weapons far superior to Chen Feng's. As they entered, their faces were filled with arrogance, disdainfully looking at Chen Feng.

"Wang Bo, what do you want?" Chen Feng asked coldly. Wang Bo and his two companions often bullied Chen Feng, especially Wang Bo, who relied on his higher cultivation to beat Chen Feng multiple times.

"Well, well, look who's grown some backbone. Daring to talk to us like that after a few days." One of Wang Bo's followers jeered. This person was Wang Bo's lackey, always tormenting Chen Feng.

"I don't welcome you here. Leave," Chen Feng said coldly, restraining the desire to act.

"We're here to teach you a lesson. Our Senior Brother Wang has taken a liking to your little courtyard. Pack up your things and get out of here." The first lackey called out.

"That's right, your old man is dead, and this place is no longer fit for you. Better hurry and leave, find a dog kennel or something." The second lackey chimed in.

Only Wang Bo, standing in the middle, remained silent, his head held high, seemingly not even considering Chen Feng as a worthy opponent.

Hearing their words, Chen Feng's anger surged. These people were truly overbearing, trying to snatch away his little courtyard. Ever since he ended his wandering life, he had been living here with the old cultivator, treating it as his home. No one had the right to take it away from him.

"Why are you still here? Pack up and leave. You want us to take action?" One of the lackeys taunted.

"Yeah, if we do, you'll just end up getting beaten again. Isn't that right? We've had enough of bullying you all these years."

"Absolutely, it's become boring to bully you every day."

"Of course, if you don't know any better, don't blame us for being merciless."

The two lackeys mocked, and then they started flexing their muscles, intending to strike.

"You all better get out of here!" Chen Feng couldn't hold back any longer, and his qi and blood surged like a volcanic eruption.

"Wow, quite daring. It's only been a few days, and you dare to talk to us like that. Looks like you need a good lesson." One of the lackeys stepped forward, directly aiming a slap at Chen Feng.

Although it seemed like a simple movement, his arm made a "crack" sound as it swung. His five fingers spread wide, carrying a sharp forceful wind. It was the realm of "Qi Refining and Body Forging, Third Realm," where bones and muscles roared. A single slap could shatter stones and kill ordinary people.

Swish!

Chen Feng's eyes gleamed, and he retaliated with a palm strike. As his palm moved, a dull roar echoed from within his body. His speed surpassed his opponent, and he struck first, palms colliding.

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out as the first lackey screamed, flying backward and rolling on the ground. His hand hung limply, broken by Chen Feng's strike. He cried out in pain, sweat pouring down, and he kept moaning.

"Your bones are roaring; you've broken through?" Wang Bo exclaimed, looking at Chen Feng with a flicker in his eyes, but he quickly composed himself.

"No wonder you're acting all tough. So, you just broke through. Humph, it took us so long to reach the Third Realm in our training at Iron Sword Sect. You truly are the epitome of trash," Wang Bo sneered.

"If I'm trash, then what does that make you, a lackey?" Chen Feng coldly retorted, slapping the second lackey, who stared back with resentment in his eyes. Chen Feng now had a better understanding of his own strength and was not afraid of his opponent.

"Humph, I was just careless earlier. You just broke through; we're at the same level now. I won't bully you; let's have a friendly exchange and spar," the second lackey said, pouncing forward like a fierce cheetah. His five fingers were like iron hooks as he struck at Chen Feng with lightning speed, using the "Iron Claw Eight Strikes," a powerful technique that could tear rocks apart and rip fierce beasts to shreds.

Of course, Chen Feng had also practiced this technique. To avoid exposing his full strength, he suppressed his cultivation to the Third Realm and confronted his opponent head-on, using the "Iron Claw Eight Strikes" in a fast and fierce exchange.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

The sounds of constant collisions filled the air as the two battled intensely, meeting each other's force with their own. They fought faster and faster, with neither side giving an inch, resulting in a deadlock.

Wang Bo watched for a while, his eyes darting around as if plotting something. Then he squatted down to tend to the injured first lackey, who had shattered palms and fractured wrists. Even with the aid of medicinal herbs, it would take time to recover. The first lackey glared at Chen Feng with hatred. This "trash," whom they usually bullied, had actually injured him, making the pain even harder to bear.

After exchanging more than a hundred moves, the second lackey grew impatient. He had already given his all, yet he couldn't defeat the "waste" in front of him, making him increasingly irritable.

As for Chen Feng, he could have quickly dealt with his opponent, but he didn't want to reveal his full strength just yet. He also wanted to familiarize himself with his newly achieved realm.

Finally feeling satisfied, Chen Feng's true energy accelerated, and his qi and blood surged like a volcanic eruption. A powerful force burst forth, breaking through the opponent's defense. He fiercely slapped the second lackey's face. The lackey cried out in pain, losing teeth, nose bleeding, and falling to the ground with a crooked mouth and unfocused eyes, passing out.

"You." Wang Bo's expression finally changed. He took two steps forward, his eyes fixed on Chen Feng, his qi and true energy circulating, emitting a strong aura. His clothes fluttered with a rustling sound, revealing his cultivation at the Fourth Realm.

Chen Feng didn't dare to be careless because he knew that Wang Bo had been in the Fourth Realm for some time, waiting only to open all the meridians in his body to break through once again.

"What, you want to fight too?" Chen Feng activated his true energy, feeling a continuous flow within his body, with no signs of depletion. This put his mind at ease.

"Indeed, I want to see what progress you've made in these few days. Don't think that breaking through one realm will free you from the title of a waste. Today, I'll wake you up again and let you know that a waste will always be a waste." Wang Bo said coldly, taking the initiative to attack. He swiftly moved forward, both hands reaching out like hooks or claws, directly aiming for Chen Feng's shoulders. With each swing, a fierce gust of wind accompanied his attack, much stronger than the previous two lackeys. He struck with all his might, even though he looked down on Chen Feng.

"Bone-Crushing Hand!" Chen Feng retorted coldly, using the footwork of Iron Sword Sect to dodge the attack.

"That's right, it's the Bone-Crushing Hand. I won't kill you, but I'll crush every bone in your body, making you behave for a while. I'll let you know that a waste will always be a waste, even if you have a breakthrough. In front of me, you'll forever be a pathetic worm." Wang Bo sneered, and his sharp claws swiftly changed, making snapping sounds as he attacked Chen Feng again.

Chen Feng's figure flickered, evading Wang Bo's strikes repeatedly. Although he was forced to dodge again and again, he did so without any panic. His eyes were bright, capturing every move of Wang Bo, understanding all of his attack patterns.

Hiss!

A section of Chen Feng's sleeve was torn into shreds, floating in the air. Wang Bo attacked several times without success, becoming increasingly furious. He attacked with even more intensity.

"Bone-Shattering Finger!" Wang Bo shouted, suddenly thrusting two fingers towards Chen Feng's dantian, seemingly intending to cripple him.

Whoosh! Boom! Boom!

At this moment, Chen Feng's qi and blood boiled, and true energy rapidly circulated within him. He had already used all his strength, and as the true energy flowed, he felt powerful forces surging through his limbs and bones. At the same time, he used a profound technique, a move that was brought about by the practice of the unique cultivation method.

Chen Feng unleashed the profound technique, shattering Wang Bo's Bone-Shattering Finger, and then he took the opportunity to strike back with a palm.

"What?" Seeing Chen Feng suddenly exerting such power and breaking his Bone-Shattering Finger, Wang Bo's face immediately changed. Although he had just begun to practice the Bone-Shattering Finger, its power was not something a cultivator at the Fourth Realm could resist.

Bang!

Wang Bo's chest took the full force of Chen Feng's palm. He flew backward, feeling a destructive force penetrating his body, constantly damaging his vitality. Then, with a thud, he fell to the ground, spewing out a mouthful of blood.

"You." Wang Bo struggled to get up, pointing at Chen Feng, but no words came out. His true energy was in chaos, and his meridians were damaged, leaving him with no strength to continue fighting. His heart kept screaming, wondering why this waste suddenly became so powerful. He felt extreme resentment and unwillingness, yet he didn't dare to say much.

"Leave now. Consider this a lesson. Don't come and provoke me again, or I'll break your limbs and ruin your cultivation." Chen Feng shouted coldly.

Hearing Chen Feng's words, Wang Bo's ears buzzed, finding it hard to believe that these words came from the mouth of a waste. The person they usually bullied had actually injured him, and it seemed as though he didn't care about them at all.

With deep hatred in his eyes, Wang Bo gritted his teeth and turned to leave.

"Hold on, take your two lackeys with you," Chen Feng spoke again.

"You..." Wang Bo seethed with hatred, his face constantly changing. Nonetheless, he stepped forward to carry away the two lackeys, who were in a sorry state.

"Sigh, I finally vented my frustration. I never thought that one day I would have a moment of triumph," watching Wang Bo's miserable departure, Chen Feng felt a great sense of relief, dispelling much of the pent-up frustration.

"Huh, what's happening?"

At this moment, Chen Feng finally noticed the courtyard's withered plants and trees, especially the wilting grass and some flowers on the ground. It was as if they had suddenly transitioned from deep summer to harsh winter. In an instant, their life force was drained. Moreover, even some of the vines and branches in the courtyard had some dry spots. Though not serious, they had indeed lost a portion of their life essence.