Revenge Begins! Li Yao and His Wife's Deliberation!

Bright Moon District.

In the training hall of Zhou Ze's villa, a graceful figure danced with sharp, yet aesthetically pleasing movements.

Finishing a set of blade techniques, Janet stopped and stepped over with the Mysterious Step to stand before Zhou Ze, a hint of playfulness in her smile: "Zhou-laoshi, how did I do?"

For the past month or two, Janet had been wearing less and less clothing, exposing every part she could, paired with her fair skin, making it hard to look away.

"Not bad. You've reached the fifth level of the Ninefold Thunderblade now, and both your body movement and blade technique are stable at the artistic conception level. That's quite impressive for your age." Zhou Ze's expression remained calm: "But there's a problem with how you combine your guidance technique, blade technique, and body movement. Hmm, it's been a problem all along."

Janet pouted her red lips and coquettishly said, "Oh, Zhou-laoshi, I know, but I just don't know what to do about it, so I came to ask you."

"Heh." Zhou Ze's smile carried a hint of meaning: "Lately, your mind hasn't been on training. And you should spend some time hunting monsters to temper yourself."

"Strength is the foundation! Don't let trivial matters distract you."

Janet's eyes grew misty. She wasn't a little girl who couldn't handle a few criticisms; she simply caught the underlying meaning in Zhou Ze's words.

"Zhou Ze, I like you!"

Janet, a girl with a Western mindset, mustered her courage. She didn't even call him "Zhou-laoshi" but addressed him directly by name: "From the very first days we met, I fell in love with you."

"Even though I initially came with a family mission to get close to Luo Feng and you..."

Janet spoke her heart out, feeling much lighter for it.

"I don't believe you can't feel my feelings!"

"That's why I refused to become your disciple!"

The relationship between master and disciple is entirely different from that between teacher and student.

"I know..." Zhou Ze said calmly.

"So how do you feel about me?" Janet's beautiful eyes were full of directness and hope.

"Not much. I prefer being a scumbag—not proactive, not rejecting, not responsible." Zhou Ze said flatly: "If you want to define a relationship with me, you'll probably be disappointed."

Janet was stunned, momentarily at a loss for words.

"So that's why you went after all those messy women before, but never got married?" Janet raised an eyebrow.

"Janet, what do you think is most important in this world, in this era? Or rather, what is your pursuit?"

Janet's expression was somewhat dazed, but with a hint of doubt she said, "Strength?"

"Exactly!" Zhou Ze murmured: "My heart is very big, yet very small..."

Zhou Ze's gaze was like his heart—like a mirror's surface, without a single ripple.

"So small that it's only filled with martial arts, only occupied by improving my own strength! Matters of romance and affection—I've never pursued them, and they can never occupy any space in my heart..."

"So..."

"Do you understand?"

Zhou Ze's eyes, calm to the extreme, stared at Janet: "There's an old Chinese saying: Those with different paths cannot plan together."

With that, Zhou Ze left Janet behind and slowly walked out of the training hall.

Virtual space, a large conference hall.

Silver floor, silver walls, a massive round table. At that moment, six black chairs were occupied—Hong and the five Inspectors of the Limit Martial Arts Hall, all present.

"One year has passed. Luo Feng is confirmed dead." Hong said indifferently.

After finishing this, Hong went to the media room and called Zhou Ze. When the call connected, Hong looked at Zhou Ze and said, "I've announced the news of Luo Feng's death..."

Zhou Ze smiled faintly: "It's fine. After all, it's been a year."

"Luo Feng's old enemies—do you need me to..."

Zhou Ze shook his head: "No need. This is a good opportunity to let Luo Feng settle some old scores when he comes out."

Hong was silent for a moment, then said, "You still hold out hope?"

"It's not that I hold out hope. It's that I understand that place, and I understand Luo Feng." Zhou Ze said calmly.

"Alright. I'll leave Yaorao to you." Hong said after thinking.

Zhou Ze was speechless: "That's your mess. Why keep dumping it on me? Careful, or I'll run off with your precious daughter."

Hong stared at Zhou Ze without a word.

On September 30, 2058, the Limit Martial Arts Hall official website announced a notice.

The death of the invincible war god Luo Feng!

Luo Feng's family learned of it that very day.

Although they received a vast fortune under Luo Feng's name, what use was more money? They weren't martial artists; no matter how much money they had, they couldn't spend much.

Upon hearing the news that day, Xu Xin rushed to Zhou Ze's home. Even though she knew information released by the Limit Martial Arts Hall was rarely wrong, she still wanted to know what exactly had happened.

Luo Feng's parents and younger brother also came to Zhou Ze's home, hoping to ask for specific details. They naturally refused to accept it.

Jiangnan Base City, Jiangnan Landscape Residential Area, Huayao Peak Hilltop Villa.

"Haha, hahahaha, today is truly a good day. Joyful, so joyful!" Standing inside the villa, Li Yao clenched his fists, trembling with excitement.

He took a deep breath, looked at his wife Vina beside him, and said, "The Limit Martial Arts Hall released an announcement confirming Luo Feng's death. Pity I didn't kill him with my own hands!"

Vina wore a sickly, eerie smile on her face. "Yes, it's finally confirmed. Now we can begin our plan."

"We regret not killing Luo Feng ourselves, but we can channel that regret onto his family..."

Li Yao calmed down. "Right. But his family are still dependents of the Limit Martial Arts Hall. Killing them would cause us trouble too—hard to cover up, since Luo Feng had a grudge against us, and we're the only ones capable of revenge."

"Besides, his teacher's stance is unclear. If we go too far, he might step in!"

Vina also calmed down, her eyes as cold as a viper's. "Indeed, so we must always stay calm."

"We can start the revenge plan, but not too frequently. Let Luo Feng's family just think they're unlucky, never realizing this is only the appetizer."

"After some time, when Luo Feng's teacher's feelings for him gradually fade, we can slowly escalate!"

Li Yao laughed heartily. "Exactly, that's it. Remember, stay calm. Don't let Luo Feng's family die, and don't let their hearts completely collapse. We should enjoy the process of tormenting them."

"We have all the time and effort in the world to play with them..."

Li Yao and his wife discussed for an entire day and night how to exact revenge just right.

"By the way, Luo Feng was an invincible war god. He might have left some contingencies."

Unlike in the original story, where Li Yao immediately launched mindless revenge after Luo Feng's death, now, due to Zhou Ze's influence, Vina was more rational and patient.

Li Yao pondered, a sharp glint in his eyes. "Fog Island. The Heart of Grass and Wood on Fog Island. He might have used it to exchange for some treasures with the Limit Martial Arts Hall."

Vina said coldly, "Mm, we must be meticulous. Even if there's the slightest risk, we avoid it. Send someone first to scout out the specific information."

Li Yao frowned, looking at Vina. "Use your family's loyal agents if possible, and it's best not to use technological means to communicate—talk directly on-site."