Deterring Li Jing, Your Son is Under My Protection

Before the General's Mansion, that muffled roar felt like an invisible hammer smashing down on the hearts of every soldier and citizen of Chentang Pass.

He knelt.

Li Jing, the General of Chentang Pass and a disciple of a Chan Sect Saint, simply knelt there, straight as a board, under the eyes of everyone.

The dozens of grim-faced guards were stunned, frozen in place as if under a spell, their weapons almost slipping from their grasp.

Their worldview had been utterly shattered and ground to dust in that instant.

Their mighty general, always so arrogant, had knelt before a young man?

This was more shocking to them than the sky falling!

The surrounding populace was terrified, too scared to even breathe, their eyes fixed on Qin Feng with primal fear and awe.

However, Qin Feng, the instigator of all this, showed no change in his expression.

It was as if Li Jing's kneeling was the most natural and expected thing in the world to him.

His gaze remained indifferent, seeming to pierce through the mansion's many courtyards and rest upon the abdomen of a mortal woman. The playful curve of his lips did not waver.

Qin Feng spoke slowly, his voice still calm, yet carrying a judicial authority.

"After your son is born, he will incur a deadly feud with the East Sea Dragon Clan."

These words were like a searing hot iron branding Li Jing's Primordial Spirit.

Li Jing trembled violently and suddenly looked up. His face, pale as paper, was etched with boundless shock and... despair.

A deadly feud?

The East Sea Dragon Clan?

How could he possibly know such terrifying Heavenly Secrets, involving future destiny and the mighty Primordial World clans?

This was beyond mere Divine Abilities.

This was Words Manifested into Law, the supreme authority to perceive Heavenly Secrets!

Li Jing's heart sank into a bottomless abyss.

However, Qin Feng's cold, unfeeling voice gave him no chance to breathe, continuing to echo in his ears.

"According to fate, you will personally force his death to appease the Dragon Clan's wrath."

BOOM!

Li Jing's mind felt like it had been struck by a real sun, instantly turning into a blazing blankness.

Personally... force his own son's death?

These words became the world's most venomous curse, the sharpest blade, piercing and shattering his already precarious Dao Heart.

No!

Impossible!

Even a tiger doesn't eat its cubs. How could I, Li Jing, do something so inhuman!

Li Jing roared and screamed in his heart, wanting to refute, wanting to curse.

But when he saw Qin Feng's indifferent eyes, which seemed to contain the rise and fall of the entire universe, all his resistance, all his disbelief, instantly turned into the coldest despair.

He knew.

What Qin Feng said was true.

It was the tragic fate, already written by the Heavenly Dao for him and his unborn child, a fate that could not be changed...

An indescribable, immense sorrow and helplessness instantly engulfed him.

Li Jing's entire being seemed drained of all spirit and energy, slumping to the ground, his eyes vacant, like a walking corpse.

Just as Li Jing was completely consumed by despair, his heart turned to ash, Qin Feng's supremely domineering voice once again resounded throughout the area.

"However, I've taken a liking to this child."

A single, casually spoken sentence, yet it caused a flicker of light to erupt in Li Jing's deadened eyes.

He looked up sharply, staring intently at Qin Feng, like a drowning man seeing a lifeline descending from the heavens.

Under the horrified gazes of Li Jing and everyone around them, Qin Feng's lips curved slightly, forming an arrogant arc that looked down upon the world.

"From today on, he is my disciple, Qin Feng's."

"If the Dragon Clan dares to touch him, I will slaughter the Four Seas."

"If the Chan Sect dares to touch him, I will level Kunlun."

"If the Heavenly Dao dares to touch him, I will defy the heavens!"

Four consecutive sentences, each more outrageous and domineering than the last!

The voice was not loud, yet it sounded like the pronouncements of the Great Dao, the decrees of a god-king of myriad realms. Every word contained a terrifying will capable of overturning the cosmos and recreating the universe.

Slaughter the Four Seas!

Level Kunlun!

Defy the heavens!

All the mortals present had their brains completely short-circuited.

They couldn't comprehend the meaning behind these words at all, only feeling their souls tremble frantically before this terrifying declaration, as if they would be crushed into dust by the supreme dominance at any moment.

As for Li Jing, he was struck as if by lightning, completely stunned.

He stared blankly at Qin Feng, his eyes filled with extreme shock and disbelief.

That was the Dragon Clan! An ancient, immense race that governed the Four Seas with unfathomable depth!

That was Kunlun! The dojo of the Chan Sect Saints, the supreme holy land in the hearts of all Chan Sect disciples!

That was the Heavenly Dao! The supreme existence that governed the operation of the Primordial World, viewing Saints as mere chess pieces!

And this man before him was actually threatening to oppose these three colossal powers for the sake of his unborn son?

This... this was how arrogant! How domineering!

And how... responsible and protective!

Li Jing's heart throbbed wildly at this moment, half in fear, and half in... burning hope!

He felt as if a brand new path, filled with endless thorns and bloodshed, yet leading to supreme light, was laid out before him.

Shi Ji stood behind Qin Feng, her stunning phoenix eyes already sparkling with brilliance, so captivated she was almost melting into a pool of spring water.

This was her man!

He treated the Heavenly Dao as nothing, the Saints as ants!

For the sake of a promise, he dared to oppose the entire world!

At this moment, the feelings in her heart had long surpassed admiration, transforming into the most devout and fervent faith!

Just as Li Jing was locked in an internal struggle, his mind being torn apart by fear and hope, a tearful female voice filled with anxiety and anticipation echoed from within the mansion.

"General!"

Everyone turned their heads at the sound and saw a woman with a haggard face, yet whose elegance was still undeniable, being supported by two maids as she hurried out of the mansion.

Her belly was exaggeratedly large, her steps unsteady, and her face was etched with worry and unease.

It was Lady Yin, Li Jing's wife.

As soon as Lady Yin stepped out, she saw her husband kneeling on the ground, and the tense, strangely silent scene, her face immediately turned pale.

But when she heard Qin Feng's final, overwhelmingly domineering declaration, she was completely stunned.

"His life, I will protect!"

These short five words were like a dawn breaking through endless darkness, instantly illuminating Lady Yin's inner world, which had been shrouded in worry and fear for over three years.

As a mother, she didn't understand anything about the Chan Sect or the Heavenly Dao.

But she understood.

This god-like figure before her was going to save her child!

He was going to protect her child's life!

That was enough!

Without any hesitation, without any deliberation.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Lady Yin pushed aside the maids beside her, took a few quick steps, and despite her heavy body, she "plop"ped down, kneeling before Qin Feng as well.

Her forehead struck the cold bluestone slabs with a dull thud.

"I beg of Senior to show mercy and save my child's life!"

Lady Yin looked up, tears streaming down her beautiful face, her voice hoarse, filled with the humblest plea.

"My husband and I are willing to be your oxen and horses, to serve you for eternity, without any complaints!"

A mother's choice is always the purest and most direct.

Lady Yin's kneeling and her words became the final straw that broke the dam of "pride" and "reason" in Li Jing's heart.

Yes, compared to his child's life, what was the Chan Sect's reputation, what was the Saints' majesty?

Moreover, the other party was a terrifying existence who dared to defy even the Heavenly Dao!

Did he have any other choice but to cling to this incredibly thick thigh?

The answer was self-evident.

The struggle and hesitation in Li Jing's eyes vanished at this moment, replaced by resolve and determination.

He no longer hesitated, and towards Qin Feng, he deeply, heavily, kowtowed his head.

"Disciple Li Jing greets Master!"

"I wish to entrust my son Nezha to Master's tutelage! I beg Master to save his life!"

This kowtow was not just a disciple's greeting.

It was a complete "sale" of his own life, the future of Chentang Pass, and his unborn son, to the man before him.