Chapter 144: Bringing Humiliation Upon Oneself

Chen Feng did not stand on ceremony. Before Lin Hang could even process what was happening, he felt Lin Suxin’s face press against his own. By the time he recovered his senses, Lin Suxin had already been sent flying, and he saw her curled up on the ground in a pitiful, disheveled heap.

"You damn bastard, how dare you!"

Ye Wenze nearly had his eyes pop out of his head when he saw this. He didn't harbor much affection for Lin Suxin—at best, he viewed her as a plaything—but to have his toy humiliated right in front of him was a direct slap to his own face.

Boom!

Ye Wenze stomped his right foot hard against the ground, leaving a deep indentation in the marble floor. He erupted with astonishing speed, lunging toward Chen Feng with incredible velocity.

As his body surged forward, Ye Wenze threw a fierce punch toward Chen Feng’s chest. A surge of fiery energy suddenly burst from his fist, and as it struck, Chen Feng could feel the surrounding air begin to heat up.

Ye Wenze did not dare to be arrogant; he understood that Chen Feng’s strength was extraordinary, and the power he unleashed in this single punch was terrifying.

"Child's play!"

Chen Feng let out a cold snort and countered with a simple punch of his own.

The next second, their fists were about to collide violently. However, just as they were inches apart, a dark shadow flashed between them with a swish.

Swish! Swish!

Chen Feng and Ye Wenze both felt their attacks slightly deflected. Chen Feng’s body shuddered, and he stumbled forward three or four steps, missing his strike against Ye Wenze.

Ye Wenze also failed to land his blow. His body trembled slightly as he caught sight of the newcomer, causing him to freeze for a moment before exclaiming in surprise, "Second Uncle?"

The person who had intervened was a middle-aged man. Chen Feng’s pupils constricted slightly as he instantly judged that this man’s strength had reached the Danjin level. His internal power was likely even stronger than that of Stephen Chow.

Upon realizing this, Chen Feng became wary. He did not have absolute confidence in defeating this man; his current strength was simply insufficient. In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind regarding how to handle the situation if a fight were to break out.

However, the middle-aged man did not attack Chen Feng. He looked at him from a distance, then swept his cold gaze over Ye Wenze’s face. "Who told you to start a fight here?"

"I... Second Uncle, this brat went too far!" Ye Wenze exhaled. "He dared to beat up my woman. I lost my temper, so of course, I had to act!"

"Shut up!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly. Ye Wenze immediately shivered, clearly harboring a degree of fear toward his uncle. The man’s gaze then settled on Chen Feng. "Kid, you’re not bad. You’re quite something. Who are you to dare lay a hand on someone from our family?"

"Your family?" Chen Feng looked at the middle-aged man, a strange thought crossing his mind. He truly didn't know who these people were, but one thing was certain: they were definitely not short on money.

There is a saying: "The poor study, the rich practice martial arts." Martial arts training is no simple matter, especially when it comes to internal energy. It isn't like in the novels where you are handed a manual and can suddenly master supreme techniques; it requires massive amounts of money to acquire various nourishing herbs to sustain the practice. Not everyone possesses an "extraction system" like Chen Feng, who could easily siphon another person's internal power.

These two guys must come from backgrounds of extreme wealth or status.

The middle-aged man glanced at Chen Feng, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. He had basically deduced that Chen Feng was not from a prominent family, otherwise, he would not be ignorant of their identity. He smiled coldly and continued, "Kid, consider yourself lucky today. I won't lower myself to your level, but I warn you: I have memorized your face. Don't let me see you again, or you are a dead man!"

With that, the middle-aged man looked at Ye Wenze and sneered, "Let’s go."

"Leaving?" Chen Feng was slightly stunned. He hadn't expected them to leave so abruptly; he had been bracing himself for a fierce battle.

"Young Master Ye! Young Master Ye!" Seeing his protector leaving, Lin Suxin scrambled to her feet and rushed toward Ye Wenze. "You... you have to get revenge for me!"

Before her voice had even faded, a loud slap sent her sprawling back to the ground.

"Shut up!" Ye Wenze shouted angrily. "Don't you dare disgust me, you bitch!"

Lin Suxin was dumbfounded. Ye Wenze frowned deeply, feeling a slick, greasy sensation on his palm—it was the phlegm Chen Feng had wiped onto Lin Suxin's face, now transferred to his own hand after he slapped her. He had intended to disgust Chen Feng, but in the end, he had only disgusted himself.

"Bad luck!" Ye Wenze cursed, not even bothering to look at Lin Suxin again. To him, she was just a toy, and since this toy had disgusted him, he felt nothing but irritation and resentment.

Lin Suxin clutched her face, dazed. Suddenly, she felt her teeth loosen, and she spat out several pearly white teeth. That slap had been truly ruthless.

Chen Feng glanced at Lin Suxin, feeling not a shred of sympathy. This so-called "pure and innocent" celebrity was, in truth, just a slut who would sleep with anyone with money. Chen Feng had no interest in her whatsoever, and her groveling before Ye Wenze was merely self-inflicted humiliation.

Lin Suxin sat slumped on the ground in a daze. By now, many people had noticed the commotion, and some had even recognized her.

"That's Lin Suxin!"

As soon as that voice rang out, a crowd began to gather, and many people pulled out their phones to take pictures. Realizing the situation, Lin Suxin hurriedly covered her face with her hands. If she were seen in this state—beaten by two men in public—heaven only knew how the reporters would spin it. If her luck turned sour, her acting career could truly be over.

"Let's go," Chen Feng said, dusting off his clothes. He turned to Lin Hang and Fang Yue with a smile.

"Yeah! Chen Feng, you're really something, using Lin Suxin's face to wipe the phlegm off my clothes!" Lin Hang laughed, looking at Chen Feng. "That felt damn good. I used to be a fan of hers for a while, too. Never thought she was such a piece of trash!"

"It was nothing, nothing at all," Chen Feng smiled slightly. "As long as you have enough money, sleeping with her would be quite easy."

"What are you saying?" Fang Yue gave Chen Feng a playful, shy look.

Chen Feng laughed, and the three of them chatted and joked as they made their way to the parking lot.

Back in the parking lot, inside a low-profile BMW, Ye Wenze looked at the middle-aged man with a look of apology and said in a sincere tone, "Second Uncle, I truly apologize for today. I… I didn't expect things to turn out this way. It was all a moment of impulse."

The middle-aged man looked at Ye Wenze and said coldly, "You should understand what the Ye family is planning. If this succeeds, our family will gain a Xiantian-level expert. You know what that represents for us, don't you? And you chose this moment to cause trouble?"

"Yes, yes, I understand!" Hearing the stern tone, Ye Wenze bowed his head, speaking in a submissive manner. "It was my mistake, Second Uncle. Please forgive me this once. However, how is the 'vessel' doing?"

Hmph!

The middle-aged man snorted before continuing, "The vessel is in excellent condition. It was worth the Ye family’s investment. She is already capable of practicing dual cultivation with Wenbin. Wenbin has already broken through the Yin-Yang realm; if luck is on his side, he will reach a new level next time."

At the mention of Wenbin, a glimmer of excitement appeared in the middle-aged man’s eyes; he was clearly very satisfied with him.

Ye Wenze curled his lip and asked, "Then, has Brother Wenbin taken the vessel yet? If he uses this vessel to circulate his Yang energy, perhaps I, too, could condense my energy into a Dan and break through to the Danjin realm!"

The middle-aged man glanced at Ye Wenze and sneered, "Not yet. This vessel is vital to our family. Her current strength is still a bit weak; she isn't enough to assist Wenbin in breaking through to the Xiantian realm. We must wait until she has mastered the Qian-Yuan Internal Breath technique to the pinnacle before taking her virginity—only then will the probability of a breakthrough be higher. For now, we must wait."

Ye Wenze let out a soft sound of frustration. He thought of the girl’s stunning beauty, and a wave of heat surged within him; his lower abdomen couldn't help but stir. "I wonder," he thought, "what it would be like to have that woman beneath me?"

Ye Wenze felt a sense of anticipation, yet he knew he was destined never to take her first time. That was reserved for his older brother, Ye Wenbin—the first genius of the younger generation of the Ye family, the man destined to lead the family toward glory.