Grandmaster's Arrival, a Death Threat from Zheng Henian

Xiangyang Residential Area.

Lu Feng burst through the front door, breathing heavily, sweat still glistening on his forehead.

"Dad, Mom, Mingxue! Get up, now! Come with me!"

His voice was loud enough to rouse his family, who hadn't been asleep anyway.

"Xiao Feng, what's wrong?"

Li Qinglan opened the master bedroom door in her pajamas, with Lu Dahai following close behind.

"No time. Pack up quickly—we need to leave right now."

He rushed into his own room and pulled his younger sister out of bed.

"What time is it? What the hell are you up to, You Kid?" Lu Dahai's face darkened with displeasure.

Thump, thump, thump!

Just then, a frantic knock pounded on the door like a hammer against Lu Feng's heart.

Could the Zheng family have tracked me down this fast?

Lu Dahai frowned and moved to open the door.

"Dad! Don't open it!"

Lu Feng quickly blocked him.

But a vaguely familiar male voice came from outside. "Lu Feng! Open the door! Grab your family and come with me, now!"

"Who are you?"

The voice was familiar, but he couldn't place it.

"Captain Gao of the Chasing Wind Squad."

Gao Zhan?

Lu Feng finally remembered—the night Zhao Chang had taken him hostage, it was Captain Gao who had saved him.

Looks like the military already knows my situation.

He hurried over and opened the door.

Outside, Gao Zhan stood in uniform, his expression grim, flanked by two Military Region Warriors.

"Let's move! Zheng Tong's death has already reached the Zheng family. You'll only be safe if you come to the base with me."

Gao Zhan spoke quickly, cutting straight to the point.

Lu Feng nodded hastily. "Alright, thank you, Captain Gao!"

Behind him, his parents and sister were still baffled.

But when they saw the soldiers at the door and heard Gao Zhan mention "Zheng Tong's death," they instantly realized their son had stirred up a huge mess tonight.

In the center of Jinzhou City, inside the hall of the Zheng Family Villa by Moon Gazing Lake, a dead silence reigned.

Zheng Tong's body lay flat on a long table draped in white silk, his neck twisted unnaturally—a glaring sight.

Zheng Henian stood before the table, his withered hand gently brushing his grandson's still-warm cheek.

This Old Man, who wielded immense power in Jinzhou, seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

"Who did this?"

His voice was soft, but it made the two bodyguards kneeling in the hall tremble violently.

"W-We don't know..." one of them stammered. "The young master said he was going to the restroom at the Beast Fighting Arena, and then he just..."

Boom—!

Before he could finish, a surge of True Qi shot from Zheng Henian's palm. The bodyguard's chest was pierced clean through, blood splattering across the blue marble floor.

The servants in the hall instinctively shrank back, but dared not make a sound, holding their breath.

"Speak. Who did it?"

The other bodyguard's face was pale, his forehead pressed to the ground, his whole body shaking. "My Lord, spare us! When we found the young master had met with trouble, we immediately ordered the arena to seal off and search, but... we found nothing."

At the time, the Beast Fighting Arena's matches had just ended.

Zheng Tong said he was going to the restroom, so the two bodyguards waited at the east exit of the venue.

Who would have thought he'd never come back?

Sensing something was wrong, they rushed to the restroom and found Zheng Tong already dead.

They demanded the arena lock down and search, but the patrons coming and going were all influential figures, and no one was willing to cooperate.

On top of that, the arena had no surveillance to protect guest privacy.

Among tens of thousands of people, the killer vanished without a trace.

"I told you to guard the young master every step of the way!"

Boom—!

The palm wind rose again, and the second bodyguard crumpled to the ground, blood spreading across the floor.

"My Lord, we have a lead!"

The Zheng family's old butler strode quickly into the living room, his voice urgent yet respectful:

"I've investigated everyone who's had a grudge against the young master recently. Aside from the dead arena master He Qing, there's also a high school senior named Lu Feng."

Zheng Henian slowly raised his eyes: "You're saying it was this student who killed Xiaotong?"

"Exactly. He Qing injured the bodyguards that day to stand up for this person. I just sent men to his home, but found the whole family had already left."

"Fled out of guilt?" Zheng Henian's voice was hoarse. "Bring them back to me before dawn!"

The butler took a deep breath: "The neighbors say... they were picked up by military personnel."

"The military? A poor student—when did he get in with the military?" A bone-chilling cold flared in his eyes. "He killed my grandson, Zheng Henian's grandson. No one can protect him."

Outside Jinzhou's southern gate, at the military base.

Xie An hurried along, heading straight for Nie Song's quarters.

"Old Nie!" he said, speaking rapidly, laying out Lu Feng's situation in full.

Nie Song listened, then slammed the table hard: "How did this happen?"

He was the instructor of Jinzhou Base, in charge of internal military affairs.

As the saying went, "The military doesn't meddle in politics, and politics doesn't command the military." This was a criminal case involving a government official—they had no right to intervene.

Once Zheng Henian came knocking, they had no reason to refuse handing over Lu Feng.

What's more, Nie Song and Xie An were merely military civil officials; in terms of martial cultivation, they were far from Zheng Henian's match.

"Old Nie! Think of something, quick!" Xie An urged.

"You know best what the Zheng family is like. If we hand Lu Feng over to that kind of corrupt politician, you know what will happen to him!"

"Are there any pieces of evidence left at the scene of Zheng Tong's death?"

"There shouldn't be. It happened at the Beast Fighting Arena—no surveillance room there, and it was right when the crowd was dispersing, total chaos. The Zheng family can't possibly trace the killer."

"Good. Then I have a way to deal with Zheng Henian! Where is Lu Feng now?"

"I've arranged for his family to stay temporarily in the Chasing Wind Squad's dormitory."

At that moment, in the base's residential area, inside the Chasing Wind Squad dormitory building.

Li Qinglan clutched Lu Feng's arm tightly, her voice trembling: "Child, how could you do something like this?"

"Have you lost your mind? You actually dared to kill someone? How did I, Lu Dahai, raise such a bastard!" Lu Dahai's face was livid with rage.

"Dad, Mom, it's already happened—stop scolding Older Brother!" Only Lu Mingxue was still defending Lu Feng.

Gao Zhan stood to the side, silently watching this family, never speaking.

Suddenly, a voice like a booming bell Descended From the Sky—

"Lu Feng! Get the hell out here!"

The furious roar made the windows tremble slightly, and the family inside turned pale with fright.

Gao Zhan strode to the window and looked up.

He saw an old man in a Black Robe with white hair suspended in Mid-air, hands clasped behind his back, exuding authority without anger.

Lu Feng also crowded to the window, asking in shock: "He... he can fly?"

"A Grandmaster Realm Stronger can naturally use Levitation Flight," Gao Zhan explained in a low voice. "This man should be Zheng Henian. He's come for you."

"Didn't you say the military is the core of the alliance? He dares to come here directly to demand someone?" Lu Feng hadn't expected the man to be so brazen.

"The military and government are separate. You killed a high-ranking official's grandson in the city. By rights, we can't shelter you."