What Did I Even Do?

The Federation people have finally left.

Yun Jingheng was still sitting in the main seat.

The files lay scattered on the table, the tea had gone cold, and the cups were overturned; no one bothered to clean them up.

He clearly hadn't fully recovered from the shock, and his face was as black as Nege's.

He glanced at the doorway, finally unable to hold back, and blurted out a curse.

"What kind of bastards are they? 'Preliminary negotiation,' 'passed through three readings,' all they did was check if we were really dead. Now that they know we're not, they have the nerve to come and offer us paper money! What do you think we need?"

He got angrier and angrier, grabbing an empty teacup and slamming it on the table.

The cup didn't break, but the tea lid bounced up and spun around several times.

Ye Xinglan had already walked behind him, placed her hand on his back, and patted him gently, one pat at a time.

The movements were very gentle, calming him down after he got all flustered.

"They brought thirteen, thirteen people, and not a single one of them can sign. What do they take Shrek for? Their backyard? Envoy Meng? What kind of envoy? A damn envoy!" Yun Jingheng cursed again.

No one in the room uttered a sound.

Zhuo Shi and Cai Yue'er sat at the lower end, one looking at the ceiling and the other staring at the tea in their hands.

Long Yeyue looked down at the reconstruction list, pretending not to hear anything.

Yun Ming covered his face, pretending he didn't exist.

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie huddled by the door.

Xie Xie whispered, "He's still angry."

Tang Wulin nodded, his voice even lower. "Don't speak. Whoever speaks now dies."

Xu Xiaoyan Yuanen Yehui also sat quietly.

Ye Xinglan continued to pat his back.

Her fingers were cool as she slowly pressed through the fabric. Yun Jingheng, halfway through his scolding, suddenly fell silent.

Ye Xinglan stood behind him, neither coaxing nor persuading, but simply patting him gently.

He muttered something under his breath, then picked up the tea Ye Xinglan handed him, took a sip, didn't swallow, and held it in his mouth, sitting there sulking.

He looked like a completely different person from the Sea God Pavilion who had slammed his fist on the table and made those harsh remarks in front of the Federation delegation.

Xie Xie felt uncomfortable holding back his laughter, but dared not laugh.

Yun Ming finally lowered his hand, glanced at him, and then looked at Ye Xinglan.

These are probably the only two people in the world who can control his son.

The refusal is probably temporary; this kid is probably up to no good.

"What's wrong? Why are you so angry?" Ya Li, who had just arrived, looked at the agitated Yun Jingheng and asked in a low voice, "What happened? You were talking to Tang Yinmeng the whole time."

Before Tang Yinmeng could explain, she heard Yun Jingheng talking to himself.

"No."

Yun Jingheng suddenly slammed his teacup on the table, splashing a few drops of tea.

He stood up, his eyes now changed. "If I don't beat them up, my Dao heart won't be stable!"

Ye Xinglan's hand was still on his back.

She could feel his entire back tense up.

As Ya Li looked over, before she could even speak, she saw a burst of silvery-white moonlight erupt around Yun Jingheng.

All the Soul Guidance Lamp in the conference room dimmed for a moment.

Teacups, files, and old cloths were all thrown up by the blast wave and scattered in all directions.

Tang Wulin and the others were forced back half a step by the sudden burst of energy.

Yun Jingheng is gone.

A hole was blown in the roof of the main hall, and tiles and pieces of wood fell down, hitting the long table.

Xie Xie with his mouth agape, covered in dust.

Tang Wulin reacted the fastest, rushing to the door in a few steps, and saw a silvery-white light shooting northward in the night sky, so fast it seemed to split the sky in two.

Yun Ming also stood up. He didn't chase after it, but just stared at the light.

Ya Li turned her head sharply, her voice shrill and trembling. "Where did he go again?!"

Ye Xinglan rubbed her forehead, "It looks like I'm going to beat someone up."

In Shrek New City, many workers looked up and were stunned to see the streaks of light flashing across the sky.

Someone shouted, "The Sea God Pavilion has gone out!"

Yun Ming stood at the door and slowly sighed.

He turned to Ya Li and said, "This time, we really couldn't stop them."

Ya Li sighed and leaned on Yun Ming's shoulder, "Why doesn't anyone tell me how tiring it is to raise a son?"

Half-Sweet Coffee's voice was calm and unhurried, and after a few seconds it rang out again. "Locked, Master. Chen Xinjie is currently about two hundred miles off the coast of the East Sea Naval Port. He is moving with the Federation Third Fleet. The fleet is in a state of silence and has not turned on its main lights, but judging from the fluctuations in Soul Power, he is on the flagship."

Yun Jingheng narrowed his eyes.

"The straight-line distance ahead is approximately 3,700 li (about 1,500 kilometers) at an eleven-degree angle. At your current speed, it will take about forty minutes. If you continue to accelerate, it will take twenty-eight minutes," said Half-Sweet Coffee.

Yun Jingheng suddenly accelerated.

The moonlight beneath my feet seemed to explode, and I was carried by a silvery-white tail of flames, plunging straight towards the eastern sea.

A long gash was torn in the clouds, and the mountains, rivers, and cities below became blurry black shadows.

On the sea, the Federation Third Fleet was patrolling at an extremely slow speed.

On the main ship's flagpole, a very faint blue navigation light flickered in the wind.

Chen Xinjie sat in the operations room behind the deck, staring intently at a nautical chart of the Eastern Frontier.

The sea breeze blew in through the cabin door, carrying a salty, fishy smell. He suddenly looked up and gazed outside.

"Get everyone off the deck," he said.

"Marshal?" The adjutant was taken aback.

"Quickly." Chen Xinjie put down his pen and slowly stood up.

He walked to the door and looked at the horizon where the sea met the sky.

It was pitch black there.

On the pitch-black sea, something extremely bright and fast was heading this way.

He watched for a while but didn't order anyone to start the battle.

He simply fastened his cloak and said, "Notify the entire ship: do not fire first."

The adjutant was already panicking.

He said coldly, "Go."

Just as Chen Xinjie rose into the air, before the sea breeze could fully unfurl his cloak, a flash of silver light burst forth before his eyes.

Before he could even see the person's face clearly, a silvery-white palm shadow had already slammed down in front of him from a distance.

The palm shadow wasn't large, but it was frighteningly fast, compressing half a sea breeze into a solid form.

Chen Xinjie's pupils constricted sharply, and he crossed his arms.

The Limit Douluo's Soul Power surged from his body like a deep blue ocean current, forming an extremely thick barrier in front of him.

But the palm seemed to have anticipated this, and the moment it collided, it suddenly exploded into a circle of silvery-white shockwave.

Chen Xinjie was thrown backward as if hit by a wave.

The sea beneath his feet was dented by the tidal wave.

Several frigates rocked simultaneously, taxi drivers on deck swayed from side to side, and the blue navigation lights went out for a moment.

Chen Xinjie was forced to retreat several meters in mid-air before he managed to regain his footing.

He looked down and saw that a piece of the armor on the outside of his forearm had been shattered, revealing the blue Soul Power protective membrane underneath.

"Who goes there!" he finally shouted.

Before the sound could travel far, Yun Jingheng appeared from his left.

The moonlight arrives first, then people.

Chen Xinjie struck out with a backhand palm, the deep blue palm force like the entire sea pouring down.

Yun Jingheng neither dodged nor evaded; with a flick of his right palm, a silver-white palm shadow blasted out once more.

The two palms collided, and a wall of water dozens of feet high erupted from the sea.

Chen Xinjie felt a numbness in his palm, and was thrown more than ten feet away.

Just as he was about to get up again, Yun Jingheng was already right in front of him.

The silvery-white pupils were only a foot away from him, and Chen Xinjie gasped.

He saw no murderous intent in the young man's eyes, only an extremely cold and bright fire.

Chen Xinjie didn't have a chance to speak at all.

Yun Jingheng stepped on his shoulder, and Chen Xinjie felt as if he had been smashed into the sea by a giant hammer.

The water crashed open, but before he could sink, Yun Jingheng arrived.

The moonlight enveloped the fist, which pounded down again and again, without any Soul Skill.

It was all imbued with Soul Power that was pure to the extreme.

Chen Xinjie could only block.

He crossed his arms, and his deep blue Soul Power surged outwards like a tidal wave.

But Yun Jingheng's punches were faster and heavier than his.

He can't even unleash his Soul Skill!

"You're fighting to the death in the Far North, and you're fighting a civil war here?" Yun Jingheng punched Chen Xinjie's crossed forearms again.

Chen Xinjie leaned back.

The force cleaved a white line across the sea.

Yun Jingheng had already pressed close and was about to kick him.

Chen Xinjie raised his hand to grab it, but missed; the kick landed squarely on his lower abdomen.

Chen Xinjie flew out like a rag doll, crashing into a group of reefs that resembled a small island, sending rocks flying everywhere.

The taxi drivers on several frigates were dumbfounded.

All the Soul Guidance Cannon were aimed at Yun Jingheng, but no one dared to fire.

Chen Xinjie climbed out of the rubble, covered in dust and dirt, his cloak only half intact.

He opened his mouth, finally managing to squeeze out, "Wait, wait... what do you want?"

I haven't offended you, have I?

Before Chen Xinjie could even hear a response, Yun Jingheng was already in front of him, moonlight enveloping his fist as he threw a punch.

Chen Xinjie didn't even have time to react.

He subconsciously summoned his Soul Power and unleashed a Soul Skill, but it was shattered by Yun Jingheng's punch, sending him flying backward and crashing back into the pile of rubble.

This time he hit it harder, and half of the reef collapsed.

He choked on seawater, and just as he propped himself up, Yun Jingheng arrived again.

"You still have the nerve to float on the sea?" Yun Jingheng cursed as he kicked him.

The kick landed on Chen Xinjie's ribs, and Chen Xinjie groaned as he slid several dozen feet across the water.

"I'll teach you to break! I'll teach you to dunk! I'll teach you to be a turtle in the East Sea! Is your brain filled with seaweed?" Yun Jingheng cursed, then chased after him and punched him.

Chen Xinjie scrambled to avoid the blows, trying to speak several times, but each time he was silenced by the force of the punches.

Just as he mustered his Soul Power, Yun Jingheng pressed it down with a palm, shoving him back into the water.

"You're a grown man, sitting in this position, what kind of work have you done? You call yourself a military genius? Military genius my ass! I think you're a slut!" Yun Jingheng cursed more and more, his hands never stopping.

Chen Xinjie was completely dumbfounded.

As he carried the load and dodged, his mind was racing: Who is this guy? What did I do? What break? What did I break? What did I do to him?

He wanted to shout, but couldn't.

Yun Jingheng's punches were too dense; he could only protect his head and face, like an iron turtle being beaten on a shallow beach.

Walls of water burst open on the sea surface in bursts.

The taxi drivers on the several frigates were completely dumbfounded.

Chen Xinjie finally managed to choke out, "Who are you?!"

He was met with another punch.

The punch grazed his ear and struck a nearby lifeboat.

The small boat flew up and broke in two. Chen Xinjie remained silent.

He realized that the other party didn't want to listen at all; the way they were cursing and hitting him was as if they had been holding it in for a long time.

Chen Xinjie couldn't understand it, since he hadn't touched Shrek recently.

But the intense lunar aura didn't lie; a name suddenly flashed through his mind: Yun Jingheng.

But the name confused him even more. Wasn't that in the Far North? Didn't they just blow up the Abyss? What was he doing here? Just to beat me up?

Before Chen Xinjie could figure it out, Yun Jingheng had already stopped. He stood on the sea, catching his breath.

A cold wind blew in from the east, and the moonlight slowly receded behind him.

He looked down at Chen Xinjie, and Chen Xinjie looked up at him; one was soaking wet, and the other had cold eyes.

Yun Jingheng suddenly said, "Beating you up makes me feel much better. I'm leaving."

Then he turned around, and as the moonlight rose, he soared into the sky.

He just left like that. Chen Xinjie slumped down in the shallows, stunned for a long time.

By the time he came to his senses, Yun Jingheng had already disappeared into the horizon.

Only the sea breeze could disperse the remaining waves.

Chen Xinjie slowly stood up and glanced in the direction of his fleet.

He thought about it again and again, but still couldn't figure it out.

Finally, he only muttered a curse under his breath, "... What the hell did I do?"