Return to Sword Worship Villa

Naturally, Nie Feng wore a face full of disbelief at Li Chenfeng's words.

After all, they could now be considered sworn enemies. To Nie Feng, those words were naturally meant to drive a wedge between him and his master.

Seeing this, Li Chenfeng did not waste any more breath. He directly recited several lines from the Wind God Leg mental cultivation formula contained within the Three Absolutes Divine Skill he had obtained.

Nie Feng's suspicious expression abruptly froze. He stared at Li Chenfeng and blurted out, "Wind God Leg?! How did you learn the mental cultivation formula for the Wind God Leg? Could it be...?"

After all, Xiong Ba had been abducted by him. Nie Feng now suspected that Li Chenfeng might have used some despicable means on Xiong Ba to obtain the Wind God Leg formula from him.

Li Chenfeng smiled faintly. Judging from Nie Feng's reaction, the cultivation formula he had recited was clearly correct. That meant the Wind God Leg technique he had obtained was genuine.

By that reasoning, the Three Absolutes Divine Skill Xiong Ba had given him should all be correct. After all, Li Chenfeng was not the only one cultivating the Three Absolutes Divine Skill. Given his strength, verifying them would not be difficult. Just like with Nie Feng now, Li Chenfeng had plenty of ways to confirm the authenticity of the Wind God Leg through him.

Only the Three-Part Return-to-Origin Qi was uncertain. After all, it was a technique created by Xiong Ba himself, and one he had yet to fully deduce.

However, Li Chenfeng was confident that once he mastered the Three Absolutes Divine Skill, he would likewise be able to deduce the method of cultivating the Three-Part Return-to-Origin Qi!

"Heh, the Wind God Leg has six forms in total. How many moves did Xiong Ba teach you?"

Nie Feng's face, which had barely managed to remain calm, changed again. He had only learned five forms of the Wind God Leg from Xiong Ba. Now that Li Chenfeng claimed it had six forms in total, he recalled what Xiong Ba had done to Bu Jingyun when he and Duan Lang had wanted to enter Lingyun Grotto. Nie Feng found himself beginning to believe Li Chenfeng's words.

"It wasn't just you. There are ten forms of Frost Fist and twelve forms of Cloud-Purging Palm. How many did Qin Shuang and Bu Jingyun learn?"

Nie Feng's expression changed again and again. Looking at Li Chenfeng's smiling face, his mind was already in complete turmoil.

Li Chenfeng smiled inwardly. It seemed his words had not been wasted. As long as he planted a seed in Nie Feng's heart, it would one day sprout with the passage of time.

"Oh, right." Li Chenfeng looked at Nie Feng and spoke again. "I'll give you one last piece of news. Back when the Min River flooded, Bu Jingyun did not die in the floodwaters. If you want to find him, you might as well take a trip to West Lake. Farewell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Chenfeng grabbed Duan Lang by the shoulder. Transforming into a great roc, he soared into the air and headed down the mountain.

Watching the two figures vanish into the night sky, Nie Feng still looked somewhat dazed. In such a short time, he had received far too many unbelievable revelations.

After leaving Mount Tianshan by several dozen li, Li Chenfeng found a secluded place where he and Duan Lang rested for the night. As soon as dawn broke the next day, they set off directly for Sword Worship Villa.

Once again stepping onto the island in the middle of the lake where Sword Worship Villa stood, Li Chenfeng suddenly felt a sense of relaxation fill his entire body.

"This place still feels the most familiar."

Without realizing it, he had already lived in this world for nearly five years.

Duan Lang followed behind Li Chenfeng. Seeing the gentle smile on his face, he felt a trace of envy, followed by a sense of loss.

Li Chenfeng still had a home to return to, a mother to miss. But what about him?

Just as Duan Lang was feeling dejected, he suddenly felt a warm, large hand rest upon his head. Looking up, he saw Li Chenfeng's gentle smiling face.

"Don't overthink it. Since you are my father's disciple and my, Ao Feng's, junior brother, Sword Worship Villa is naturally your home.

Come on. Let's go pay our respects to Mother. She is your martial mother as well!"

Duan Lang's originally icy heart melted in an instant. With tears filling his eyes, he nodded.

"Mm!"

Li Chenfeng smiled faintly and rubbed his head, sighing softly inwardly.

He had brought Duan Lang here for several reasons. First, Duan Lang truly was a martial arts prodigy, and in the original work, he also played a significant role. Furthermore, Li Chenfeng felt some sympathy for Duan Lang's childhood experiences.

His nature was actually completely different from Nie Feng's. The two had initially become close friends because of the battle at Lingyun Grotto, and later grew up together in the World Society.

However, one was the lofty Young Master Feng, while the other was a lowly servant who was humiliated by others and could not gain respect even with exceptional martial arts.

Such experiences gradually changed Duan Lang's temperament.

By the second part, Feng and Yun had become the new legends of the martial world, while Duan Lang had achieved nothing. Even his hopes of restoring the Duan Clan had come to nothing. Feeling both inferior and resentful, Duan Lang gradually strayed onto a crooked path.

In the original work, his growth and even the changes in his mindset were always closely tied to his personality. It was clear that Master Ma had put considerable thought into shaping Duan Lang's character.

Yet his ending was far too tragic. Though he gained immense power, his overwhelming greed led to his downfall, and he ultimately met a bleak end. It was truly regrettable.

The two entered the villa, and the servants within immediately bowed when they saw Li Chenfeng.

"Greetings, Young Master!"

"Where is Madam?"

"Reporting to Young Master, Madam is in the rear hall." A quick-witted young maid hurriedly answered.

Li Chenfeng smiled and nodded at her, then patted Duan Lang. The two headed toward the rear hall.

"Wow, the Young Master smiled at me!" Watching the two leave, the young maid cried out in delight.

"Hmph, so what? A chubby girl like you thinks you can catch the Young Master's eye?" her companion said sourly.

"..."

Li Chenfeng brought Duan Lang to the rear hall, where Madam Ao, having received the news, had already been waiting for a long time.

Ever since Li Chenfeng had gone to the World Society, Madam Ao had not spent a single moment without worry.

When news arrived that Xiong Ba and Sword Demon had both been severely injured, Madam Ao had been overwhelmed with excitement. After all these years, she could finally escape that demon's grasp.

However, when she heard that the World Society had mobilized all its forces to hunt Li Chenfeng down, Madam Ao's heart rose to her throat again.

Though Xiong Ba was gone, the World Society's power remained immense. Therefore, Madam Ao had also sent out every available hand from Sword Worship Villa to search for Li Chenfeng.

Now, upon receiving word from a servant that Li Chenfeng had returned to Sword Worship Villa, Madam Ao finally breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing the figure step through the doorway, tears glimmered faintly in her eyes. She hurried over to Li Chenfeng and grabbed his arm.

"Feng'er, you're finally back! Your mother has been worried sick these past few days. Hurry, let me see if you're hurt."

Li Chenfeng smiled and let Madam Ao inspect him from head to toe. Then he supported his mother by the arm and led her to a chair.

"Don't worry, Mother. I'm fine. And this time, everything went smoothly. All the tasks have been completed!"