Chapter 149: Trouble is Coming

  Ye Chen had just walked down the arena when he was intercepted by Xu Feng, the winner of the first match. The Assassin's Blade in Ye Chen's hand hummed with energy, while the long sword in Xu Feng's hand also trembled, releasing an aura that was even more powerful than the Assassin's Blade.

  Ye Dun's expression turned solemn, and Xu Feng's voice was icy: "I am Xu Feng!"

  Ye Chen waited for this guy called Xu Feng to continue speaking, but Xu Feng seemed to have nothing else to say, only telling Ye Chen his name before walking away, leaving Ye Chen there in confusion.

  Is finding oneself just about telling oneself one's name? Watching the other person's receding figure, Ye Chen became even more certain of his thoughts. This young man had actually only told him his own name - was this supposed to be a challenge or a provocation?

  Ye Chen grasped the Soul Slayer in his hand, shaking his head casually. Although this young man named Xu Feng was quite skilled and his long sword was no ordinary one, Ye Chen didn't really take him to heart. After all, he was only at the Mortal Dust Realm, and the difference between the Mortal Dust Realm and the Pre-Heavenly Realm was like heaven and earth.

  Finally, Ye Chen took the adorable little panda Momo and left the arena. It was only then that the surrounding crowd came to their senses, with some sighing at the trouble that Ye Chen would soon face, while others were overjoyed at having won those credit points for themselves.

  Anyway, Ye Chen won the second round of this match. Although it was so difficult from the very beginning, Ye Chen attached more importance to the next game without any slight neglect. After all, he had just started and encountered such a powerful opponent that his internal force was almost exhausted.

  The next match will be unprecedentedly difficult, and Ye Chen also put away his small view of looking down on others. The original Ye Chen thought that relying on his own Huajian Jue, combined with the sword in his hand that possessed a human-shaped sword spirit, he could absolutely sweep through many contestants.

  But this was only the second match, and he had already encountered an opponent who almost made him fail. Ye Chen didn't linger for long, and directly returned to the Ming family's courtyard, back to his own room, where he began to meditate and cultivate, trying to recover the internal energy he had expended as soon as possible.

  Mingyue and Mù Dào also won, but when they returned, each of them went back to their own room to cultivate and adjust their breath, using the best state to welcome the next match. This is a competition that spans a very long period of time, with each match being crucial, and as soon as one loses a match, everything will be lost.

  Mudao and Mingyue naturally didn't dare not adjust their physical condition at this time, everyone who participated in the competition wanted to get an ideal ranking. The three of them didn't have much conversation, and each entered their own training location.

  Of course, all the contestants who participated in the competition and advanced to the next round did not have the leisure to go shopping or anything else, unless they were absolutely confident in themselves and had not suffered any losses in the previous two rounds.

  In a luxurious mansion in Luocheng, someone was furiously smashing everything in sight. "I'm so angry I could die! You little brat, don't let me catch you or I'll make you pay!" The crashing sounds continued nonstop. Several young maids stood outside, covering their ears. When the missus had a tantrum, it was best not to mess with her, or else one would end up in trouble themselves.

  It wasn't until much later that the wind chime finally stopped smashing things, and a middle-aged man wearing a blue long gown, handsome and extraordinary, with an unusual dignity in his every move, walked over. Several maids immediately stood up straight and said in unison: "Master!"

  The middle-aged man waved his hand, indicating that there was no need for courtesy, and then smiled and asked: "How's Ling'er?"

  "The young lady... " One of the maids replied with a tense expression, not finishing her sentence, but glanced at Feng Ling's room, conveying her meaning clearly. The middle-aged man seemed to understand the reason and smiled, shaking his head, no longer asking questions, and headed towards Feng Ling's room instead.

  Several maids stepped aside to clear the way, and as the middle-aged man pushed open the door, he heard an angry voice: "Get out! Who let you in?" A white ceramic plate immediately flew towards the entrance.

  A middle-aged man laughed and waved his hand, shattering the white ceramic plate. "Heh heh, who made our Ling'er angry? Tell Father, I'll go catch him for you to vent your anger."

  "You!" Feng Ling angrily said to her own father.

  "What did I do to make you angry?" the middle-aged man said with a smile, walking over and trying to pat Feng Ling's head, but she dodged him.

  "Of course it's you, you just stand by and watch your daughter being bullied, not even helping. What kind of father are you?" Feng Ling said angrily to the middle-aged man. Whatever happened outside, everything was clear at home, and Feng Ling didn't believe her father wouldn't know.

  "Hehe, the man who came today is actually living in your sister Mingyue's house. How can your father help you?" The middle-aged man said with a bitter smile. If it were someone else, he wouldn't have done this, and could have just sent people to capture him directly. But the key is that Mingyue is not simple, and her relationship with the Luo family is unclear, so even the Feng family's people don't dare to act rashly.

  "Miss Mingyue? Is that guy from the Ming family? If he's from the Ming family, how could he not know me? And yet he still dares to lay a hand on this young lady?" Feng Ling thought it was impossible first. If Miss Mingyue were from a prominent family, given her relationship with him, she should have yielded to him.

  "Well, from the list of logged-in names, it's someone from the Ming family. However, this kid only entered Luocheng a few days ago. Maybe he's the helper Mingyue found." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

  "No matter if he's from Mingyue sister's family or not, I want that little pet, Father!" Feng Ling said firmly, shaking her head, with a gleam in her eyes. For Feng Ling, the little bear cat still had great destructive power, and even Ye Chen's hatred for hurting herself was replaced by the little bear cat. The first thing she thought of was that adorable little bear cat.

  "Hmm..." The middle-aged man was choked, to know that the little bear cat and Ye Chen's relationship had never left, if he moved the little bear cat, it would be equivalent to moving Ye Chen, and moving Ye Chen would also be equivalent to offending the Ming family, wasn't this the same thing?

  "Father!" Feng Ling didn't care, grabbing the middle-aged man's sleeve and shouting, with a spoiled look on her face.

  Seeing his father's bitter smile, Feng Ling's face changed, "If you don't agree, I'll go find Grandpa and tell him that you're all bullying me." Feng Ling said threateningly, pouting.

  The middle-aged man smiled wryly again, and once the wind bell went to find his father, relying on his father's protective personality, he would definitely scold him. Later, he still had to let himself help Ling'er, and the middle-aged man was very clear about his father's personality.

  He could only smile wryly and nod. "Hehe, Father is the best!" Feng Ling suddenly hugged her father and said with a giggle.

  A middle-aged man came out of the wind chime's room, and his smile that had been lingering on his face was withdrawn. He returned to the main hall and said in a loud voice, "Go and bring back that kid's pet."

  In the empty and spacious hall, there was a place where the air distorted for a moment before returning to its original state.

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