Fang Jian Xing's Furious Rage

The west street was now devoid of any figures; even the old man Chu Feng had helped had vanished without a trace.

Besides Chu Feng, only a man and a horse lay dead on the scene.

Chu Feng paid them no mind. After casually finding a few taels of silver on Fang Yun Hu, he entered the narrow, dark alley.

Along the way, he "borrowed" some clothes from a household that were drying outside.

He casually discarded his old clothes and, as he walked, his body silently transformed back into a skinny man.

Passing through the alley, he blended into the bustling crowds of the east city streets like a drop of water.

People came and went, the scene as lively as ever, with all sorts of hawking sounds filling the air.

They had no idea that a murder had occurred just a few streets away, and that the victim was one of the Fang Family!

"Get out of the way, don't block the road..."

A group of yamen runners, swords in hand, hurried through the noisy crowd, heading towards the south of the city.

About ten breaths later, another group, leading a dozen Fang Manor household servants, passed through the streets.

Chu Feng brushed past them, adjusted his ill-fitting clothes, and unhurriedly walked towards the Hongyun Restaurant.

"Another collateral disciple of the Fang Family killed. They probably won't suspect Lin Da Niu," Chu Feng mused inwardly.

"This is just the beginning. My feud with the Fang Family is irreconcilable; there's no possibility of easing it."

"It's a shame I'm still too weak. If I could reach the Bone Forging Realm, I would definitely storm the Fang Family and leave no one alive!"

Chu Feng clenched his fist, thinking to himself.

Fang Jian Xing, clad in embroidered robes with cloud patterns, his sky-blue cross-collar revealing bulging veins like coiled dragons on his neck, his Blood Essence surging, his robes fluttering without wind, made the surrounding air feel thick.

Standing before his beloved horse, he glanced again at the corpse of Fang Yun Hu with shattered bones. His expression was terrifyingly grim.

"The perpetrator's strength has reached the Late Stage Marrow Tempering realm, and they're practicing a high-level Muscle Tempering Technique. Their strength was actually enough to overpower Mysterious Frost Treading Snow!" Gao Han said as he squatted on the ground, analyzing.

This horse was Fang Jian Xing's beloved steed, and Gao Han knew it well.

A descendant of a Western Regions' prized horse, meticulously raised, it possessed a colossal strength of four thousand jin, enough to kick a bull to death. Ordinary wolves, jackals, tigers, and leopards were no match for it.

Gao Han looked at the deep marks on the horse's neck and understood the immense power of the attacker!

At least a fierce individual who had tempered four hundred muscles!

Gao Han's eyes were solemn as he thought to himself, "A high-level Muscle Tempering Technique... only a martial arts noble family could possess such a thing. Could it be the work of a rival family of the Fang Family?"

It wasn't surprising that Gao Han suspected this. The Fang Family's overbearing conduct over the years had already angered many families in Yong'an City. If they didn't fear the Fang Family's old master, who was in the Bone Forging Realm, they would have already joined forces against the Fang Family.

"We found six household servants in the alley. Based on the scene, it's likely the same person who killed young master Fang Yun Hu..."

As the two were analyzing the scene, Captain Xu arrived with two young constables to report.

"Did you three see the perpetrator?"

Although Gao Han was no longer a yamen runner, he had deliberately changed his name to give face to the authorities.

But as he was once the chief constable, Captain Xu, who was his subordinate before, naturally spoke with authority.

Captain Xu didn't find anything amiss and said subserviently, "When we arrived at the scene, the person had already fled. We only saw a tall and sturdy back. Despite our strenuous pursuit, they still managed to escape."

He dared not say that they had confronted the Fierce God directly, as it would be disastrous if they incurred his wrath.

"This aligns with what the common folk at the scene said..." Gao Han stroked his chin, lost in thought.

After failing to elicit any useful information, Gao Han dismissed Captain Xu and his men.

"Is someone deliberately targeting my Fang Family?"

Fang Jian Xing's face turned icy. He began to suspect the other influential families in Yong'an City. Muscle Tempering martial artists weren't common.

In this world, most martial arts resources were monopolized by high-end powers. It was not easy for ordinary people to cultivate to the Muscle Tempering Realm, let alone one who practiced a high-level technique.

He turned and looked down at Gao Han, coldly ordering, "Gao Han, put aside the pursuit of the runaway slave for now. First, apprehend this audacious criminal!"

"No matter which faction this person belongs to, anyone who dares to attack a member of the Fang Family must be captured, dismembered, and displayed as a warning to others!"

Gao Han cupped his fists and said, "Young Master, please rest assured. As long as this person is still in Yong'an City, I will definitely capture them and hand them over to you for judgment!"

Chu Feng returned to the Hongyun Restaurant and greeted the old shopkeeper.

"Where have you been?" the old shopkeeper asked urgently upon seeing Chu Feng.

"I went for a stroll in the market, picked up some old clothes, and some soapwort for washing."

Chu Feng's expression was normal as he pointed to his ill-fitting old clothes and the soapwort in his hand.

"There was a murder case just now on West Street in the south of the city. Several Fang Family members died. Unless it's necessary, you shouldn't go out..." the old shopkeeper said worriedly.

"I understand."

Chu Feng nodded, indicating that he understood.

Customers were gradually arriving at the restaurant, and everyone was discussing the murder that had just occurred on West Street.

"The Fang Family has offered two hundred taels of silver as a reward for that Fierce God. I wonder who will get this windfall."

"You might get the money, but you might not live to spend it. Be careful not to bring trouble upon yourself instead. Such a hero must be incredibly powerful, not someone who can be easily caught!" a man in a green shirt said dismissively.

Seeing his smug expression, he had clearly been oppressed by the Fang Family before.

"Watch your tongue! Are you tired of living, to slander the Fang Family like that?"

"What are you afraid of? Can the Fang Family really cover the sky with one hand?"

The man in the green shirt knew he had misspoke. Although he stubbornly retorted, he nervously glanced around before quickly paying and leaving.

Everyone knew that with the Fang Family's overbearing style, Yong'an City was bound to be thrown into a bloodbath!

Chu Feng ignored the noisy discussions. He bid farewell to the old shopkeeper and went to the kitchen.

It was already bustling. Li Zhenshan stood by the stove, knife in hand.

The blade flashed like afterimages, and in the blink of an eye, the bamboo shoots on the cutting board were turned into fine shreds.

They were uniform in thickness and equal in length.

He slapped the cutting board with his left hand, and the shredded bamboo shoots flew into the air. With a wave of his right hand, the cut shreds landed steadily on a white jade plate.

Chu Feng glanced at it, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

"This head chef seems to have some real skill."

However, Chu Feng couldn't be bothered to investigate further.

The beasts had already been killed. Chu Feng had nothing else to do, so he found a chair and sat down, instructing Chen Shi Tou to butcher the already slaughtered black goat.

Chen Shi Tou had been working for a long time and was sweating profusely, it was unclear if he was tired or anxious.

He had watched Chu Feng butcher with such ease, as if it were as simple as eating and drinking. Why was it so difficult when he tried it himself?

The cleaver struck the black goat's tough spine with a dull thud, making his hand ache.

Chu Feng chuckled when he saw this.

"That's not how you use a knife..."

He took the cleaver from Chen Shi Tou's hand and demonstrated personally.