Slaughter!

In the backyard of the Fang Manor, within the Warm Fragrance Pavilion.

As the sole young master of the Fang Family, Fang Jian Xing's residence was naturally incredibly luxurious. Carved beams and painted rafters, jade stone slabs for flooring, and a bed made of rosewood—everything exuded opulence.

On the bed, Fang Jian Xing was embracing a woman with a seductive figure and said playfully, "Eighteenth Mistress, do you prefer Old Master, or me?"

This woman was precisely the head of the Fang family's eighteenth concubine, Shen Hong Yue, whom he had taken in years ago.

Shen Hong Yue giggled coquettishly, "Of course, it's Young Master! Your valiant performance the other day still makes this servant unforgettable. It's just a shame that little thief interrupted our mood. Haven't they found that scoundrel yet?"

"He's just a mere rebellious slave, why bother with him? Let's continue enjoying ourselves."

"Young Master, please don't joke. As long as that servant is alive, I can't sleep soundly or eat properly..."

Shen Hong Yue muttered inwardly, You're the old man's only son, so of course you're not afraid. But I'll definitely die without a burial place!

Fang Jian Xing caressed Shen Hong Yue's cheek and leered, "Recently, there have been some petty criminals daring to provoke the Fang family. Once I deal with them, I will hunt down that rebellious slave with all my might and kill him to vent your anger, Eighteenth Mistress!"

"Young Master is the best to me," Shen Hong Yue said, beaming, and threw herself into Fang Jian Xing's arms.

"What kind of cultivation method is the Master practicing that requires so many unmarried young girls?" Shen Hong Yue suddenly asked, looking up curiously.

A hint of longing appeared on Fang Jian Xing's face, "It's a divine art my father chanced upon. It requires the Pure Yin energy of young girls to aid its cultivation to achieve great success. If he succeeds, our Fang family will have a place among the noble families of Jizhou!"

Shen Hong Yue's heart leaped with joy, "Then won't I be a noble family's madam then?"

She didn't care at all what kind of cultivation method required the Pure Yin energy of young girls. Instead, she thought about how glorious her life would be if she could become the young madam of a prominent noble family.

In this world where Martial Arts flourished, strength was the ultimate truth. Flesh, bones, and sinews were merely the foundation of Martial Arts. Only families possessing experts beyond the Bone Forging Realm were qualified to be called noble families.

Noble families governed the world alongside the Great Zhou Dynasty. The Great Zhou imperial family was the most powerful noble family!

"Naturally, it's true. I'll beg Father then to bestow you upon me, and we won't have to sneak around anymore."

A smile flickered across Shen Hong Yue's face as she leaned closer into Fang Jian Xing's embrace, "That would be wonderful."

Shen Hong Yue getting involved with Fang Jian Xing was partly due to unbearable loneliness and partly due to succumbing to Fang Jian Xing's lecherous power. She lived in constant fear, dreading that the Fang family patriarch would find out. Now that there was hope of not having to sneak around anymore, she was naturally overjoyed.

Moreover, becoming the concubine of a young master from a noble family would also mean a boundless future.

Suddenly, their tender moment was interrupted.

A maidservant ran in, panting.

"Young Master, bad news! That rebellious slave has returned, and he's already killed Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu at the gate..."

As Chu Feng barged in, this maidservant had rushed to report to Fang Jian Xing, so she hadn't witnessed Chu Feng's brutal display.

As for the household servants who had witnessed Chu Feng's terror, they were already scared out of their wits and didn't dare to walk the same path as him.

"What? That rebellious slave who stole my golden hairpin dares to come back?"

Shen Hong Yue's expression lit up. She had been living in constant fear, and now this rebellious slave was walking into his own death. Her heart was filled with both shock and joy.

She was afraid he might expose her relationship with Fang Jian Xing, but she was also delighted that she finally had an opportunity to eliminate her persistent worry.

Her mind raced as she said to Fang Jian Xing, "Young Master, you must help me vent my anger. That rebellious slave stole my beloved possession! I haven't been able to sleep from anger for many days."

Fang Jian Xing looked indifferent. In his eyes, Chu Feng was just an ordinary household servant, not worth his attention at all.

He said with a smile, "Alright then, I'll help my dear vent this anger!"

As he spoke, Fang Jian Xing deliberately emphasized the word "my dear" with a higher tone.

Seeing Shen Hong Yue's shy demeanor, Fang Jian Xing burst into laughter. He relished this feeling of breaking taboos.

Regarding the two dead household servants at the gate, neither of them cared. In their eyes, the lives of household servants were no different from livestock, utterly insignificant.

"Interesting. I'd like to see what kind of guts this kid has to dare come back?"

Fang Jian Xing was now also intrigued, so he got up and walked outside.

"I'll go take a look too," Shen Hong Yue said, also curious.

The two of them, like guests heading to watch a circus troupe, leisurely strolled towards the outer courtyard.

However, after a few steps, they found the vast courtyard empty and only then sensed that something was amiss.

Finally, as they neared the outer courtyard, Fang Jian Xing saw a guard covered in blood.

His body was in a grotesque posture, all his bones shattered, resembling a puddle of mud lying by the roadside.

"Ah!"

Shen Hong Yue couldn't help but let out a startled scream. As a woman who had lived in a high-class mansion, she had never witnessed such a bloody scene. She immediately clung to Fang Jian Xing, trembling.

"Xing'er, run..."

Suddenly, a weak voice drifted from a distance.

Fang Jian Xing and Shen Hong Yue looked up and saw a young man with a delicate face standing on the bluestone path in the center of the moon gate.

Blood slowly dripped down his clean face, and his eyes, slightly curved into crescent moons, were filled with a smiling intent.

In his hand, a ten-foot-long Mò Dāo, its tip was skewering a middle-aged, elegantly dressed woman. She was currently gazing wistfully in Fang Jian Xing's direction.

"Mother! First Madam!"

Fang Jian Xing and Shen Hongyue cried out in alarm at the same time.

Fang Jian Xing's hair bristled with rage, and he was about to rush forward to fight.

But suddenly, he felt something was wrong. Why would his mother tell him to flee instead of asking for help?

"Where are Manager Wang and the two Enshrined Elders?"

Fang Jian Xing's face turned grim, and his heart grew increasingly uneasy.

Judging by Chu Feng's demeanor, he must have broken in some time ago. Why hadn't the Fang Manor's martial arts experts appeared yet?

"They are naturally waiting for you over there," Chu Feng said with a smile.

"Waiting for me?"

Fang Jian Xing was momentarily stunned. He leaped into the air, intending to save his mother first.

Then, as he ascended, he saw the ground covered in corpses on the other side of the wall.

Among them were the Fang Family's Household Servant Manager, the two Enshrined Elders, Yang Yu, and Lin Canghe. Not one was missing, all lying in pools of blood with eyes wide open in death!

Fang Jian Xing immediately understood Chu Feng's meaning, and he let out a furious roar.

"You bastard, how dare you kill my Fang family members and harm my mother! Give me..."

His blood essence surged, and his arms bulged with jade-green tendons as he prepared to fight Chu Feng.

Suddenly!

Fang Jian Xing, who had been about to charge forward, abruptly turned and fled frantically back the way he came.

He wasn't an idiot. If Chu Feng could kill so many of the Fang family's experts, his strength must be terrifying. Moreover, his mother had told him to flee, so Fang Jian Xing knew he absolutely couldn't win!

"Young Master, wait for me..."

Shen Hongyue was also bewildered. What had she seen to make him flee without a fight?

However, she was quick-witted. Seeing Fang Jian Xing about to escape, she immediately followed.

Chu Feng hadn't expected the brat to abandon his own mother. He casually flung the dying matriarch of the Fang family against the wall.

Raising his right hand, a whistling sound echoed. A ten-foot-long Mò Dāo, like a dragon emerging from the sea, flew towards Fang Jian Xing with a howling wind.

Even before the Mò Dāo arrived, the terrifying aura it carried made Fang Jian Xing's hair stand on end.

He was merely an Early Tendon Transformation martial artist, with strength comparable to Manager Wang. With the two Enshrined Elders dead, how could he dare fight this guy?

Fang Jian Xing's face hardened, and he immediately slapped Shen Hongyue, who was following behind him.

"My dear, block this for me."

Shen Hongyue's face turned ashen, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"Pfft..."

The Mò Dāo pierced through her chest. Shen Hongyue's terrified expression froze on her face as her body collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

[Killed two wicked women, Plundered Lifespan for one year!]

"A ruthless character indeed, but you can't escape."

Chu Feng leaped forward, catching the rapidly flying Mò Dāo.

Then, he stomped heavily on the ground. The bluestone slab cracked, forming an inch-deep footprint. The powerful burst of force propelled Chu Feng forward like a cannonball, rapidly pursuing Fang Jian Xing.

Seeing this, Fang Jian Xing ran even faster, wishing his parents had given him two more legs.

As for Shen Hongyue's death, it didn't cause the slightest ripple in his heart.

She was just a woman. As long as he was alive, he could have as many as he wanted!