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"Captain! We finally found Yuan Xun. Should we move to capture him?" In a concealed building in Beijing North, several people were gathered around a table, one of the younger men spoke up.
"No, we can't. Although he is easy to locate, Yuan Xun seems to be injured. From his conversation with Zhu Feng, it appears they are planning to target the Mei Family and someone named Xiao Yefeng! Immediately investigate this Xiao Yefeng and secretly protect Mei Mo'er. We must ensure that Mei Mo'er is not harmed in Beijing North, and we cannot let Yuan Xun and Zhu Feng slip out of our surveillance!" The leader pondered for a moment before issuing the command.
"Understood!" With that, the group dispersed, each busy with their own tasks. Once again, the information on Xiao Yefeng was extracted from a database by a hidden organization in China.
Time passed, and after a night had gone by, Xiao Yefeng had restored various aspects to their peak condition. In the early morning, he was awakened by the ringing of his phone. Upon checking the caller ID, he answered.
"Brother Xiao, I'm sorry! I was taken away by my dad and second uncle overnight. I don't know why, and Sister Yi Yi was also picked up by bodyguards from the Liu Family. Now we can only cheer you on." The voice of Mei Mo'er came through the line.
"Oh, in that case, cheer for me! I'll return after resolving things here, so don't go out alone for now." Xiao Yefeng always maintained a protective older brother role towards Mei Mo'er, caring for her well-being. Despite their brief interactions, he treated her sincerely if he felt she was trustworthy.
After a brief chat, Xiao Yefeng hung up the phone. Just as he set it down, it rang again; this time it was Liu Yiyi. After connecting the call, she shared some news.
"Someone is plotting against you. We don't know who yet, but you need to be careful!" Liu Yiyi's words were as concise as ever but gave Xiao Yefeng a refreshing feeling.
"Got it! Don't worry; I won't die until you find your ideal partner!" Xiao Yefeng joked, which made Liu Yiyi blush on the other end of the line. She hesitated before saying, "He’s coming back. When he does, I'll introduce you! Just be careful!"
Before Liu Yiyi could finish, she hung up. At that moment, Xiao Yefeng was startled by her words—who was coming back? Was it her crush? Who could be worthy of such affection from Liu Yiyi? Moreover, according to Aunt Qing, it seemed she didn't even know about this person! Could it be Lu Zhan?
Thinking about this made Xiao Yefeng recall the first time he heard about Lu Zhan from Liu Yiyi. She had been so shy then. Even though he knew that someone as beautiful as her would not be his wife, there was an inexplicable sadness within him. Perhaps this was just a man's selfishness—knowing full well that a girl like her would not belong to him yet still wishing she wouldn't marry anyone else.
His thoughts were interrupted when his phone rang again; this time it was his grandfather-in-law, Mei Yulou!
"Feng, does Mei Mo'er understand? We've received news that someone is plotting against you and her. I suspect it's that old rascal from the Zhu Family. You need to be careful! Last night, I stopped the second one from taking you away; I knew you wouldn't leave!" The voice of Mei Yulou came through the phone.
Hearing Mei Yulou's words, Xiao Yefeng felt a sense of comfort. Mei Yulou spoke to him with the same care one would show to family or descendants, which deeply moved Xiao Yefeng. He replied, "Don't worry, old man. Last night I already heard about Zhu Feng's plan. In fact, Mei Mo'er doesn't need to leave; he wants to find me first. Only after dealing with me will he trouble Mei Mo'er. However, it's a good thing for Mei Mo'er to go back; that way, I won't have any worries!"
Soon, Xiao Yefeng ended his conversation with Mei Yulou. After taking a shower alone, he noticed that he seemed to have made some progress since the first time he practiced Heart Decision and Feng Shui Techniques. After expelling some impurities from his body, it had been a long time since he experienced anything similar. This morning, upon waking up, Xiao Yefeng found a thin layer of dirt on his skin again, indicating that his body was undergoing purification once more, and the impurities within him were being expelled deeply.
However, what puzzled Xiao Yefeng was that he felt no improvement in his perception or the Qi within him. This left him wondering why he was experiencing purification. After showering, Xiao Yefeng casually had breakfast at the hotel but was surprised when Hong Yan arrived earlier than scheduled to pick him up.
"Xiao Brother! How are you preparing?" Hong Yan sat down and grabbed a bun, stuffing it into her mouth. Under Xiao Yefeng's curious gaze, she quickly picked up chopsticks and devoured three plates of pickled vegetables, a bowl of congee, and three buns.
"Didn't you eat breakfast at home before coming?" Xiao Yefeng asked with a smile.
"Ah! We Open Door people can never get enough to eat. Last night because of your matter, I didn't eat well at all—just had two pork knuckles before leaving!" Hong Yan set down her chopsticks and swallowed the last bite of pickled vegetables.
"Two pork knuckles?" Xiao Yefeng exclaimed in shock.
At that moment, Xiao Yefeng felt as if a hundred thousand beasts were running through his mind. Last night’s Zhao Xing was such an oddball; when he left, he even pulled out a chicken leg wrapped in oil paper to gnaw on. Originally, Xiao Yefeng thought that was strange enough, but now this seemingly traditional Hong Yan turned out to be quite the glutton as well—and it sounded even more terrifying. Was this how all Ancient Warriors from Qimen were?
"Enough about that! I rarely come to Beijing North; I'm here to have lunch with you!" Hong Yan threw out another shocking topic.
"Can you still eat lunch after all this?" Xiao Yefeng asked curiously.
"Not right now, but soon I will be able to. We will expend a lot of energy once we get started," Hong Yan replied with a smile.
"Get started? Who are you going to fight?" Xiao Yefeng asked in confusion. He was also very curious about Hong Yan's Ancient Martial Arts style. Could it be true that Open Door was like the Beggar Sect's Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing?
At that moment, Hong Yan clapped her hands and said cheerfully, "Who else here could spar with me? Of course, it's you, Bro!"
Hearing Hong Yan's words, Xiao Yefeng was taken aback; it was about him! At that moment, Xiao Yefeng felt helpless, as if he had once again fallen into the midst of a group of warlike individuals, just after a little over two years of peace. However, Xiao Yefeng acknowledged that he had a penchant for combat. In the past, he had faced off against the best among ordinary people—mercenaries who survived by dancing on the edge of a knife. Now that his identity had changed, he was eager to experience the power of an Ancient Warrior.
In fact, since yesterday, Xiao Yefeng had sensed the extraordinary nature of these young masters from prominent families. Those practicing Ancient Martial Arts exuded an aura distinct from ordinary people. Yang Qingfeng's physical prowess matched his name; his footsteps were almost silent, giving off a refreshing feeling like a gentle breeze, yet each step was solid and firm, indicating that his footwork was impressive.
Similarly, Mu Yang was also quite skilled. His thick wrists and the solid grip of his hands hinted at his strength. However, due to the occasion, they refrained from testing each other. Instead, they gathered information through observation and judgment. The other young masters from the Big Dipper Sect, along with Hong Yan, gave Xiao Yefeng a unique impression. It was only now that he felt he had entered this hidden circle within China.
Xiao Yefeng expressed great interest in Hong Yan's proposal. The two quickly reached an agreement and left the hotel together. This time, Xiao Yefeng chose to ride in Hong Yan's car, abandoning his new vehicle.
Once inside the car, it was clear that the driver already knew their destination. They navigated through the streets of Beijing North until they arrived at a quiet park. After getting out of the car, Xiao Yefeng and Hong Yan made their way to the park's square.
The tranquil park was deserted at that moment, a rare serene spot amidst the bustling Beijing North. The square paved with gravel bore numerous uneven marks. As Xiao Yefeng walked along, he noticed many issues with the surrounding trees; not only were they unusually thick, but the scars on their trunks were also concerning.
Each mark appeared to be a significant injury. If Xiao Yefeng had to describe it, he would say these bark wounds looked like they had been inflicted by fists or feet. Once this thought crossed his mind, he realized this place truly resembled a battlefield hidden within the urban clamor or perhaps a venue for Ancient Warriors to spar.
Standing in the square, Xiao Yefeng swept his foot across one of the marks; it was undoubtedly an imprint left by a shoe. To leave such traces behind, could this person also be at the Peak of Bright Strength? Or perhaps just like him, another Geomancer?
However, at that moment, Xiao Yefeng did not know that he was an anomaly among Geomancers. His perception was influenced by Yuan Xun; Xiao Yefeng still believed all Geomancers possessed agile skills and could utilize Feng Shui Techniques! In reality, only a small fraction of those in the Metaphysics Society trained their physical abilities; most preferred to delve into ancient texts to enhance their Feng Shui Techniques instead of spending time on physical training—after all, not everyone shared Xiao Yefeng's background in the Xiao Family.
Starting to learn Feng Shui Techniques at eighteen was almost unheard of among diligent Geomancers; however, this gap did not exist within the Xiao Family! Each generation inherited memories that allowed members of the Xiao Family to grasp knowledge in just a few years—far less than the decade or more required for typical Geomancers—and there was no novice period; only an adjustment phase for unfamiliarity remained.
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