My Surname Is Fei, Not "Useless"

The Hengshan Sect's Golden Basin Hand-Washing Ceremony was being held at Liu Zhengfeng's manor. The place was packed with people, and Liu Zhengfeng's disciples, along with those who had come from the Hengshan Sect, were doing their best to keep order.

Nearly everyone attending the Golden Basin Hand-Washing Ceremony was a martial artist. Martial artists tended to have short tempers, and it didn't take much for blood to be spilled, so the Hengshan disciples had their hands full.

"Steward Fan, you're here!"

"So it's you, Gang Leader Liu. You came too!" A fat man with a kindly, Buddha-like face cupped his hands in greeting.

The two voices reached Li Hao's ears. It turned out that two martial artists nearby were talking; clearly, they knew each other.

"Steward Fan, I wonder if anything interesting has happened in the martial world lately?" The lean man, Gang Leader Liu, cupped his hands and asked.

The Steward Fan he was addressing was an executive of the Tianji Gate, the largest intelligence organization in the world of martial arts. He knew all the latest gossip.

Of course, they sold information, so he wouldn't reveal a word about anything people had to pay to learn.

"Anything interesting? The hottest news in the martial world right now is the feud between the Quanzhen Sect and the Ancient Tomb Sect." The fat man rubbed his double chin and thought for a moment before answering.

"Brother Fan, tell us about it. Let us brothers enjoy the story too." As soon as the fat man finished speaking, a large crowd gathered around them.

These people weren't ordinary martial artists. They were all prominent figures in Hengyang City, each the leader of a local power.

"Quanzhen Sect, Ancient Tomb Sect." Li Hao, who had been resting in Yi Lin's arms, perked up at the mention of those two names.

"Darling, what's wrong?" Feeling Li Hao stir in her arms, Yi Lin couldn't help asking.

"Nothing. I'll rest a little longer." He found the most comfortable spot in Yi Lin's arms and closed his eyes to rest.

Of course, he heard every word Steward Fan said.

In the distance, Ning Zhongze looked around until she finally spotted Li Hao lying in Yi Lin's arms. Her anger flared.

She had been worried about his safety, while he was enjoying soft warmth and tender affection without a care in the world.

Li Hao had exceptionally sharp senses. Realizing someone was watching him, he opened his eyes at once and met Ning Zhongze's gaze from across the room.

"Smack." Li Hao blew her a kiss from afar.

Ning Zhongze's face immediately turned red, and she turned away. Fine, I'm really not getting involved this time. That little rascal had actually done something so shameless in broad daylight, right in the middle of the room.

If Brother Qun saw this, she wouldn't be able to explain herself even if she had two mouths.

When Ning Zhongze turned away, Li Hao furrowed his brow. There was a lot to unpack in Fatty Fan's news!

The Quanzhen Sect and the Ancient Tomb Sect had clashed. Ouyang Feng had gravely wounded the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, killing four of them on the spot. Countless of their disciples had also been killed or injured.

If Guo Jing hadn't arrived in time, Little Dragon Girl, blinded by rage, would probably have wiped out the entire Quanzhen Sect. Even with Guo Jing there, all he could do was drive Ouyang Feng away.

As for Little Dragon Girl and Yang Guo, they had made peace with Li Mochou, who had come to help them, and set off together to roam the martial world.

Li Hao knew exactly why they had gone roaming: they were looking for him. It seemed he couldn't stay in Hengyang City much longer. To be safe, he needed to go far away.

Li Hao didn't want to confront Yang Guo, the favored child of destiny, just yet. After all, destiny was on his side, he was powerful in his own right, and he had powerful backing. One careless mistake, and Li Hao really could be done for.

"Yi Lin, have you packed our things?" Li Hao asked.

"Darling, I don't have anything to pack. Are we leaving?" Yi Lin asked, blinking her bright, limpid eyes.

"Once the ceremony is over, we'll say goodbye to your master and head to Jiangnan." Li Hao considered it before answering.

Jiangnan was full of beautiful women. If he completed a few more missions, he'd have more ways to protect himself.

"All right." Yi Lin was a little reluctant to leave her master and fellow disciples.

But a woman obeyed her father at home and her husband after marriage. She couldn't refuse what Li Hao said.

"Friends of the martial world, I'm deeply grateful that you've taken time out of your busy schedules to attend Liu Zhengfeng's Golden Basin Hand-Washing Ceremony. Once I've completed the ceremony, I'll treat you all to a good drink." Liu Zhengfeng, a refined-looking man, was puzzled. Why had so many people come to his ceremony? And why were so many of them unfamiliar faces?

Soon, a Hengshan disciple carried in a large basin of pure gold and set it on the table in front of Liu Zhengfeng.

"The Golden Basin Hand-Washing Ceremony is now officially—ah!" A scream rang out. A broad-bladed sword was embedded in the ceremony officiant's throat, and the Hengshan disciple fell dead on the spot.

"The Five Peaks Command Flag is here! Liu Zhengfeng of the Hengshan Sect, accept the flag!" A burly, bearded man strode into the hall.

"Fei Bin, the Great Songyang Hand! I've already decided to leave the martial world. Why are you still killing my disciples?" Liu Zhengfeng looked at the dead disciple, tears streaming down his face.

The disciple officiating at his ceremony was naturally the one he cherished most. A disciple like that was his successor, more important to him than even his own son.

Now Fei Bin had cut him down with a single sword stroke, destroying decades of Liu Zhengfeng's efforts. Naturally, Liu Zhengfeng was heartbroken.

"Liu Zhengfeng, it's come to light that you're on friendly terms with Qu Yang, an elder of the Devil Cult. Alliance Leader Zuo Lengchan has ordered that if you're willing to ambush and kill Qu Yang, all your past offenses will be forgiven. If you insist on going your own way, don't blame me, Fei Bin, for showing no mercy." Fei Bin swept his hand through the air. A group of Songshan Sect disciples marched out from the rear hall, holding Liu Zhengfeng's family and disciples captive.

"Fei Bin, leave yourself a way out, and you'll meet again another day. Surely you know not to drag families into this?" Liu Zhengfeng said, his eyes blazing with fury.

His wife, concubines, children, and disciples were all in Fei Bin's hands. The only one who'd escaped his grasp was the disciple Fei Bin had cut down at the very beginning.

"I, Fei Bin, believe in cutting weeds at the root, lest they grow back when the spring breeze blows. If you accept the flag, I'll personally apologize to you afterward. If you don't..." Fei Bin raised his hand.

"Hey, if you're going to kill them, just do it. What are you blabbering on for? I'm waiting for the banquet to start so I can go home and get a good night's sleep!" At that moment, a voice begging to be punched rang through the hall.

"Darling, stop talking." Yi Lin hurriedly covered Li Hao's mouth.

"What's there to be afraid of? I can take on a hundred of these little nobodies by myself!" Li Hao's astonishing claim drew every gaze in the hall.

Ning Zhongze stared in shock, holding her forehead, unsure what to do. Should she save him later?

If she did, she probably wouldn't be able to leave either. But if she didn't, she couldn't bear to stand by and watch him get chopped into mincemeat.

Maybe she should just go outside, so she wouldn't have to see it.

"What are you looking at? I'm talking about you. Fei Bin? You ought to change your name to 'Useless.' A grown man, and all you can do is pick on women and children." Li Hao picked at his ear.

Those words nearly made Fei Bin spit blood. "My surname is Fei, not 'useless'!"