Chapter 104: Teaching He Yun a Lesson

He Yun was furious. "How dare you mock me?"

Zhao Feng sneered coldly. "I’m not just mocking you—I want you to give up on Li Dan once and for all!"

“Hmph!”

He Yun snorted angrily. "Li Dan is destined to be mine!"

“Hmph!” Zhao Feng responded with equal disdain. "Then why didn’t you accept her when she was disfigured before?"

“I…” He Yun was immediately at a loss for words.

"Enough talk. Let’s settle this with a fight!"

With a roar, He Yun leapt up and threw a punch.

Zhao Feng didn’t dodge or flinch; he simply stared at him coldly.

Feeling insulted, He Yun’s anger grew even stronger.

“Bang!”

He Yun’s fist struck Zhao Feng’s chest.

Yet Zhao Feng remained unmoved, not even shifting a step.

What a joke. Zhao Feng was a cultivator at Qi Refining Stage Ten, while He Yun was just an ordinary fighter—not even a martial artist.

Even if Zhao Feng just stood there letting him hit, He Yun couldn’t make a dent.

He Yun stared at Zhao Feng in shock. "You’re a martial artist?!"

Zhao Feng shook his head.

"Impossible!"

He Yun howled. "If you’re not a martial artist, how could you withstand my punch?!"

A faint smile curved Zhao Feng’s lips.

“Martial artists are powerful, huh?”

“If my strength were converted into martial artist levels, no one would even know how many ranks I’d be!”

Zhao Feng looked at He Yun with amusement. “In that case…”

“Boom!”

Before Zhao Feng could finish speaking, he suddenly unleashed a surge of intense true energy.

Yes, true energy.

Golden true energy.

The golden true energy formed a powerful aura.

With a loud bang, He Yun was blasted far away.

Crash! Crash! Crash!

He Yun smashed through tables and glass.

“Cough! Cough cough!”

He lay on the ground in pain, clutching his chest.

But his injuries could not mask his shock.

“How can there be such a powerful martial artist?!”

He Yun howled.

Zhao Feng grinned. “Now, do you still want to mess with Li Dan?”

He Yun’s face turned ashen.

Zhao Feng continued coldly, “If you keep bothering Li Dan, I won’t hesitate to wipe out your entire family!”

He Yun shuddered in fear.

He knew Zhao Feng was capable of such a thing.

For a martial artist, destroying a whole family was effortless.

And they hadn’t even done anything to provoke him.

He glanced around.

Everyone was covering their mouths, stifling laughter. He felt utterly humiliated but powerless.

“That young man is actually a martial artist!”

“So admirable!”

“Hehehe!”

Zhao Feng let out a cold laugh.

Before coming to Demon City, Zhao Feng already knew martial artists appearing there was nothing unusual.

That’s why he revealed his identity as a martial artist—to deal with certain troubles more easily.

Hearing the crowd’s reaction, Zhao Feng nodded with satisfaction.

He wanted to send a clear message to the Li family, the Liu family, and the He family: Li Dan was not alone. Behind her stood a martial artist—a young one at that.

He wanted to warn them off from targeting Li Dan.

With a cold snort, Zhao Feng flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.

Hong Chang rolled his eyes. “Such a buzzkill—I wasn’t even done having fun!”

Hong Chang patted his backside and hurried after Zhao Feng.

Li Dan and Li Ping followed suit.

The four of them left the banquet hall, walking away decisively.

The bustling night city was aglow with flickering neon lights.

Li Ping drove an Audi A8 smoothly down the road.

Zhao Feng sat in the passenger seat, with Li Dan and Hong Chang in the back.

Li Ping smiled. “Feng, where are you staying tonight?”

Zhao Feng rubbed his nose. “Just find some hotel, anywhere.”

Li Dan quickly shook her head. “No way, hotels aren’t sanitary. Why not come to my place?”

“Uh…”

Hong Chang slapped the back of Zhao Feng’s head. “What’s wrong with that? Of course we’re going to Xiao Dan’s place!”

“Yeah, yeah!” Li Dan chimed in.

Zhao Feng was speechless.

He really admired how girls’ social skills worked—after barely three hours of knowing each other, they were already using nicknames like Xiao Dan and Xiao Hong.

“Alright, then. Let’s go to Li Dan’s.”

“Yay!”

Hong Chang and Li Dan happily hugged.

“Xiao Dan, we’re sleeping together tonight!”

“Okay!”

Li Ping peeked at the rearview mirror, his face instantly flushing.

The car slowly drove out to the outskirts.

The terrain rose higher, with a paved road leading straight to the mountaintop.

After ten minutes, a grand estate came into view.

Li Ping stopped at the gate and honked.

But nobody opened the door.

Frowning, Li Ping honked again.

An impatient voice called out, “Coming, what are you honking for?”

An old man appeared—likely the Li estate’s gatekeeper. Judging by his age, he’d been working there many years.

Li Ping glanced at him and snorted, saying nothing.

Zhao Feng frowned. “Li Ping, why do you and your sister seem unwelcome here?”

Sighing, Li Ping said softly, “Because we’re not the main branch.”

Zhao Feng frowned further. “That’s tough.”

Li Ping shook his head. “Feng, you’ve already helped us a lot. We don’t need anything else.”

“Heh heh,” Zhao Feng smiled. “I was just doing a favor. No need to keep it in your heart.”

Li Ping shook his head solemnly. “No! Feng, I’ll remember you forever.”

Zhao Feng rolled his eyes. “Enough of that.”

Li Ping laughed heartily.

He drove through the gate toward the garage.

The car stopped, and the four got out.

Li Ping said, “Feng, come with me. I’ll arrange a room for you.”

Zhao Feng nodded. “Alright.”

“Heh heh.”

“Ha ha.”

Zhao Feng took a few steps, then turned back. “You really plan to sleep with Li Dan?”

Hong Chang rolled her eyes. “What else? You want to sleep with me?”

Zhao Feng glared fiercely but said nothing, following Li Ping away.

After settling the rooms, the four gathered in one room.

Zhao Feng leaned back with his hands behind his head, eyes half-closed.

“Hong Chang, why did you call us here?”

“Heh heh! To play cards together!”

Zhao Feng looked up and groaned, “You really have endless energy, don’t you? It’s already eleven o’clock, and my biological clock’s screaming.”

“Hmph!”

Hong Chang pouted in mock offense. “You playing or not?”

Zhao Feng shook his head firmly.

Hong Chang grabbed Li Dan’s hand. “Xiao Dan, Li Ping, the three of us will play!”

“Okay,” Li Dan said shyly.

Li Ping scratched his head. “Count me in too.”

The three pulled out a deck of cards and started playing Dou Di Zhu.

Zhao Feng lay back on the bed. “Hmm? Whose room is this? It smells so nice.”

Li Dan’s cheeks flushed instantly. “This is my room!”

Zhao Feng rubbed his nose. “That figures.”

The three played cards late into the night, while Zhao Feng had already fallen into a deep sleep long ago.