Chu Feng smiled, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He raised the dagger high and uttered a single syllable softly.
"One"
"Swish"
As soon as the sound left his lips, the dagger in Chu Feng's hand plunged downward.
"I was wrong!!!"
"I was wrong, Chu Feng brother, I was wrong, spare me, please... don't ruin my cultivation, don't..." Chu Cheng bellowed wildly, his voice trembling with sobs.
The moment he spoke, Chu Feng's motion halted abruptly; he smirked, appraising Chu Cheng at that moment.
He then noticed that Chu Cheng had his eyes shut, tears streaming down his face, his gaping mouth still begging for mercy.
Not only was his expression miserable, his whole body shook, even his lower half was drenched, a foul odor emanating from him.
Chu Feng threw the dagger to the ground, rummaged over Chu Cheng and Chu Zhen, and finally found five low-grade spirit herbs known as Earth Spirit Grass.
Having done that, Chu Feng approached Chu Cheng again, gently patting his cheek, he said: "Look at yourself like this—who really is the trash? You still don't get it, do you?"
"Ha ha..." After saying that, Chu Feng laughed heartily and sauntered away.
After Chu Feng left, Chu Cheng and Chu Zhen helped each other, stumbling away into the night.
But not long after they departed, a graceful figure emerged from the darkness—it was Chu Yue.
Yet Chu Yue's sweet face was now filled with shock.
After a long while, she murmured to herself: "Chu Feng brother, what kind of person are you really, and what level of strength do you possess?"
Suddenly she closed her eyes, recalling Chu Feng from childhood.
No matter how people mocked him, he never talked back.
No matter how others bullied him, he never retaliated.
His face always bore a smile, making people feel pity, making them ache for him, making them want to protect Chu Feng.
Finally, Chu Yue opened her eyes, she smiled with relief: "Maybe we were all wrong, mistaking you for a coward."
"Maybe this is the true you—you don't need anyone's protection because you are strong enough to protect others."
At that moment, Chu Feng had already returned to his manor, taking out three Spirit Herbs and five Earth Spirit Grasses.
Although Earth Spirit Grass is a low-grade spirit herb, it is still a precious cultivation resource; Chu Feng thought seizing them would be enough to make Chu Cheng and Chu Zhen feel the loss deeply.
Just thinking about how these two brothers, who constantly insulted him, had just been punished by him, Chu Feng still felt immensely satisfied.
"It's true what they say: to deal with a wicked person you need another wicked one; if you want to reason with evil, you must use your fists."
Chu Feng smiled, not rushing into cultivation, but instead took out his older brother's letter.
He opened the envelope; familiar strokes appeared before his eyes—it was Chu Guyu's own handwriting.
"Brother, it has been five years since you joined the Azure Dragon Sect, and I and my brother have not seen each other for five years either."
"In a few days, the family's annual gathering will take place again; this year grandfather will step down from the position of family head."
"His withdrawal also signals the election of a new family head, and father will become one of the candidates."
"This is extremely important for father, so I hope you will return for this year's gathering and stand with me to cheer him on."