I'm the Yang Family's True Benefactor! (Please Keep Reading)

A group of people crowded around Zou Feng as they made their way grandly toward the kitchen.

The first person Zou Feng chose to see after attaining Rank was not the Yang Family head, but his own master, Luo Yong.

Though there was nothing wrong with that, either emotionally or logically, in the eyes of many, the path Zou Feng would choose after attaining Rank was beginning to show itself...

The rear kitchen had received the news long ago.

At this moment, everyone had put down their work and come out to wait and watch the excitement.

Ever since hearing the news, Luo Yong had not been able to close his mouth.

"Master!"

After approaching, Zou Feng gave Luo Yong a deep bow.

Luo Yong hurried forward and gripped his shoulders, his face full of excitement and relief. He wanted to say something, yet for a long while, he could not force out a single word.

The others around them, however, kept offering congratulations.

"See? I told you long ago! That kid Zou Feng, you could tell just from his face that he was bound to make something of himself!"

"A Rank martial artist! Doesn't that mean he can have three wives and four concubines, a new bridegroom every night!?"

"Of course! He could go to the pleasure houses and pick three at once... no, ten!"

"Brother Feng is so loyal and righteous. He wouldn't forget that we once scrubbed each other's backs, bonded like sworn friends, would he?"

"It's over. He caught me peeping at Brother Feng while he was bathing before..."

Even Zou Feng could not help feeling emotional at this moment.

After publicly attaining Rank, he was clearly still within this incomparably familiar Yang Estate, yet everything had become different.

Especially the looks in the eyes of those fellow household slaves his age, those who had once worked alongside him and sweated alongside him...

They revered him as they would a god!

"You brat, why didn't you go see the family head first?" Luo Yong naturally kept his voice low.

Zou Feng smiled. "Master, I asked around long ago. According to the Great Yan Code, when someone of lowly status attains Rank, their registration is automatically removed."

"So I am no longer a household slave of the Yang Estate. In the entire Yang Estate, only Master and Mistress are my closest kin. Naturally, I should come here first."

Those words made Luo Yong feel so comfortable that his hands began to tremble.

"Even so, the Yang Family did take you in until now, and they gave you the chance to practice martial arts!" Luo Yong stressed this not because he cared so much for the Yang Family.

Rather, he wanted Zou Feng not to get carried away just because he had attained Rank, then swagger about and offend people he had no need to offend.

Zou Feng said, "Master is right, but while I was in the Yang Family, I always did my assigned work properly and never shirked my duties."

That was the truth. Even after he began practicing martial arts and had less work to do, the Yang Estate had household guards train in martial arts in the first place to deal with the troubles that might befall their family.

"On the contrary, because of one tiny, sesame-sized matter that no other member of the Yang Family would have cared about, I was nearly beaten to death by Third Young Master Yang..."

Household slaves were the cheapest labor in this world.

Though they received a meager monthly allowance, that was merely their masters' way of keeping their subordinates in line.

Household slaves were like the oxen and horses at the very bottom, toiling themselves half to death to help their masters live ever more luxurious lives.

Though he had indeed earned himself a mouthful of food by following them, that was simply everyone performing their own duties and taking what they needed. It was not that either side owed the other anything.

So was there truly any need to feel extra gratitude toward an employer who was clearly harsh toward his workers and did not even treat them as people?

Even setting aside the facts and taking a step back, Zou Feng was actually the Yang Family's great benefactor instead.

If he had not happened to sense those poisons and possessed the ability to capture those strange toxins, then the Yang Estate right now...

It could not be said with certainty that they would have been wiped out, but they would absolutely have been in a state of utter chaos, with neither chickens nor dogs at peace.

Seeing that Zou Feng truly seemed unwilling to deal with the Yang Family any longer, Luo Yong could only say, "The Yang Family is, after all, a prominent household in Yuan Guang County. At the very least, it will not hurt you to remain polite on the surface..."

"Rest assured, Master. Your disciple knows what to do!"

"Once I have settled things and established myself outside, I will come to take you away."

Luo Yong shook his head. "I already said there is no need for now. Didn't I tell you? Attaining Rank is only the beginning of another road. Before you truly make a name for yourself, the Yang Estate may not be willing to let us go either..."

Knowing that saying more would be useless, Zou Feng said nothing further.

In any case, after leaving the Yang Estate, he already had an initial plan for how to walk the road ahead.

But if he wanted the beginning to go more smoothly, he would have to display even more of his strength.

Certain people needed to see that even a "low-grade Rank" attained through basic stance training was not necessarily useless...

After sharing the good news with Luo Yong's family, Zou Feng still had to go to the Yang Family head, greet him, and put on a show of courtesy.

Who would have thought that just as he was preparing to leave, Mistress Wang suddenly called out to him.

"Feng'er, don't rush off yet. Let's change into another set of clothes before going!"

Zou Feng immediately agreed, went into the inner room, and changed into the new clothes Mistress Wang had prepared.

Because Zou Feng had often said before that he felt he was close to attaining Rank, Wang had begun preparing this outfit long ago.

At a time like this, it truly would not be appropriate to wear a household guard's uniform when meeting Yang Wu, the Yang Family head.

When Zou Feng emerged after changing into the new clothes, another wave of envious praise naturally rose around him.

The dark blue martial outfit, tailored entirely to his build, looked absolutely stunning on him.

After thanking Mistress Wang, Zou Feng finally strode toward the hall where the family head was waiting.

Naturally, a large crowd still surrounded him.

Yang Wu, the family head, had already been waiting for quite some time.

For the Yang Estate, producing a Rank martial artist was no small matter.

Even if the other party had originally only been a household guard, the proper ceremony could not be too perfunctory.

Otherwise, if word got out, the entirety of Yuan Guang County would wag their tongues and say they were small-minded.

Thus, nearly all the important members of the Yang Family who could attend had come, including Yang Qianqian.

Yang Zhengfei was not among them, however. He had previously taken leave to attend a funeral and could not have stayed long to begin with.

Especially since after days of investigation, there had still been no progress whatsoever.

When Zou Feng entered the hall in his dark blue martial outfit, every member of the Yang Family present revealed unconcealed surprise, and Yang Qianqian was no exception.

Wait, who was this handsome fellow?

Their estate had a household guard like this?

Fine clothes made the man. Coupled with Zou Feng publicly attaining Rank and no longer cautiously pretending to be meek and cowardly, his entire bearing had changed dramatically. Naturally, the effect was as though he had become a completely different person.

"Greetings, Senior Yang!"

In the past, whenever he saw the family head, he would bow deeply in formal salute.

But now that they were both martial artists, Zou Feng only needed to cup his fists in greeting.

There was nothing wrong with addressing him as a senior of the martial path.

Yet Yang Wu frowned slightly.

Zou Feng had already displeased Yang Wu somewhat by failing to greet him first upon attaining Rank.

Now that he had come, he immediately changed his form of address and called him Senior. Was he unwilling to even maintain a pretense of courtesy? Was he really that eager to sever ties with the Yang Family?

Temporarily suppressing his urge to reprimand this greenhorn who had gotten carried away the moment he attained Rank, Yang Wu stroked his beard and said, "Not bad. Though basic stance training is destined to lead only to a low-grade Rank, the fact that you broke through so quickly shows that you do have some talent."

Yang Wu put noticeably heavier emphasis on the words "low-grade Rank."

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