Shenwu Manor.

Today marks the last few days of the competition. Shenwu Manor has a large martial arts ground where the competition stage is set.

Some are sparring on the stage, while the people below are enthusiastically shouting slogans. Others are placing bets to see who will win in the end.

The heated competition is evidently more interesting than previous days, attracting most people to join the spectacle.

As Chuzheng dragged Feng Hanyuan past this area, she instantly drew attention.

Though she’d rather not pass through here, this was the only route home.

"Isn’t that... Feng Hanyuan?" someone questioned uncertainly.

"Holy crap!"

What did they see? What development is this!

"A righteous act against one’s own family!"

"Where is she taking Feng Hanyuan?"

"That scoundrel Feng Hanyuan ended up being defeated by his own daughter—how satisfying, haha!"

As discussions buzzed, the number of curious spectators grew.

Someone couldn’t sit still and swiftly flew over, blocking Chuzheng’s path.

"Hand over Feng Hanyuan!"

Chuzheng was forced to stop when blocked: "Why should I?"

"This villain is my sworn enemy!" The man demanded with a grim expression, "Hand him over!"

Many people were aware of Chuzheng’s presence at Shenwu Manor.

But with Feng Hanyuan’s actions being unrelated to her, plus the protection of Shenwu Manor, not many dared trouble her.

The people of the martial world also followed rules.

However, now that Feng Hanyuan was seen, letting him escape was not an option.

"I was the one who caught him," Chuzheng remained unmoved. "You couldn’t catch him yourself, yet you want to snatch him from me. Who do you think you are?"

It’s not right to reap without sowing!

Frustrated, the man suddenly threw a punch. The wind from his fist sliced through the air, transforming into a fierce attack.

Chuzheng: "..."

Have you no shame!

Chuzheng, not one to be courteous, grabbed Feng Hanyuan and used him as a weapon, launching him towards the man.

The fight escalated here, leaving the competition unattended.

More people recognized Feng Hanyuan, the scoundrel. Though some refrained due to reputation, they didn’t plan on letting Chuzheng leave.

"Little girl, leave Feng Hanyuan here. We only want him." Someone shouted to Chuzheng, trying to sound generous.

"You’re dreaming!"

Just how many people has this scoundrel offended!

Damn it!

Chuzheng cursed her father, bitterly stabbing Feng Hanyuan with imaginary pins in her mind. How unlucky for the original owner to have such a rotten father.

You’ll never guess where this scoundrel will dig pitfalls for you.

"Landlord Fong, you’ve severed ties with him before. Why protect him now?"

"Landlord Fong, hand him over."

Chuzheng: "..."

"I captured him, yet you demand him as if you were the Emperor?" Chuzheng was fuming, though her face remained calm, cold and composed: "A person should have some dignity."

Chuzheng’s words made their faces turn somewhat gloomy.

They didn’t really want to argue with a young girl. It’s just that Feng Hanyuan was too skilled, good at running away too, and with such an opportunity...

"Calling Feng Hanyuan a public enemy isn’t an exaggeration. Surrender him so we can deal with him together!"

The speaker thought he had compromised, and if Chuzheng disagreed, it meant she was being unreasonable.

Well, to hell with your reasoning!

Once again, Chuzheng raised Feng Hanyuan, using him like a weapon to sweep him towards them.

"Landlord Fong, are you choosing to become our enemy?"

"Landlord Fong!"

"We’ve tried reasoning, don’t be stubborn!"

Chuzheng: "..."

Forget it.

Why argue with simpletons.

Just dispose of them.

Chuzheng acted without mercy, one after another, they were laid out on the ground.

Knocked to the ground by a young girl, the onlookers were left in embarrassment, with faces flushed with shame.

As a weapon, Feng Hanyuan suffered immensely.

His body covered in wounds, forehead swollen in several places, even his handsome face was puffed up.

"Stop!"

A reprimanding voice came from the outskirts, the crowd parted, and Liu Quchen entered with his troop.

Those still wanting to strike paused upon seeing Liu Quchen arrive.

"Bullying a young girl with so many people, Liu has truly gained insight today."

Liu Quchen was always gentle, but today he was visibly irritated.

"Master Liu, that villain Feng Hanyuan!" Someone accused, pointing at Chuzheng’s side: "Landlord Fong won’t hand him over; we had no choice."

On his way here, Liu Quchen had already grasped the situation’s reality.

"Since it was Landlord Fong who brought Feng Hanyuan back, even if you have grievances, uphold the martial virtue. What is surrounding a young girl?"

"..."

They were still father and daughter... Although seeing this situation, there didn’t seem to be any familial affection, but who could say there wouldn’t be unforeseen consequences due to such ties.

She brought him here knowing they’d react.

Chuzheng: "..."

I didn’t know.

She merely thought Feng Hanyuan owed money outside, a little romantic debt perhaps, not realizing the magnitude of his enemies!

"Master Liu, Feng Hanyuan’s a scourge, can’t be allowed to stay. Why don’t you handle this?"

Someone suggested, handing this hot potato to Liu Quchen.

Liu Quchen: "..."

While they argued, Chuzheng secretly slipped away with Feng Hanyuan.

"She ran!!"

"Chase!"

Liu Quchen couldn’t hold back such a crowd, who were now chasing after Chuzheng in great hurry.

Chuzheng ran swiftly, quickly gaining distance.

She led him to Jinhua Saint Courtyard, directly knocking on the door.

"Who’s there!"

The voice of the Jinhua Saint came from inside.

"Delivering Feng Hanyuan to the elder."

Inside, something thudded, followed by the creak of the courtyard door opening.

-

When Feng Hanyuan regained consciousness, he found himself stuffed inside a vat, the wooden lid allowing just his head to poke out.

Feng Hanyuan: "..."

Pain coursed through his entire body, as if he had been beaten...

The last thing he remembered was seeing his cheap daughter... damn! Did she capture him?

Feng Hanyuan attempted to struggle. His body was submerged in water, rendering his inner strength useless.

Feng Hanyuan twisted his head awkwardly to survey the surroundings, noticing a young girl seated at a table beside him.

"Hey, little girl," Feng Hanyuan called out.

"You’re awake." Hui Chun came over.

Feng Hanyuan scrutinized Hui Chun and asked, "Where is this?"

"Shenwu Manor, of course."

"..."

If there was one place Feng Hanyuan least wanted to visit, Shenwu Manor was it.

Now this little girl told him he’s right in Shenwu Manor.

Feng Hanyuan calmed down: "Who put me in here?"

"My master did."

"Who’s your master!"

"Jinhua Saint."

"..."

If there was a person Feng Hanyuan most dreaded facing, it was Jinhua Saint.

Now trapped in the least desired place, caught by Jinhua Saint, Feng Hanyuan felt a glimmer of despair.

This time, he’s in trouble.

"Was it Fong Chuzheng who brought me here?"

Hui Chun nodded: "Yes, Master went to treat Sister Zheng. Don’t move around, Master will be back soon."

Feng Hanyuan: "..."

Treat? What’s wrong with that damned girl?