The Road to Becoming a Son-in-Law

Chapter 160 Master Zhang

Chapter 160 Master Zhang

The atmosphere gradually solidified.

At that moment, a multitude of thoughts flashed through Chen Feng's mind.

I'm definitely not worthy of such a wonderful sight as a beautiful woman emerging from her bath!

With her long, woolly hair, she's a killer from behind!

If you're not a woman, why are you taking a bath?!

Chen Feng was inwardly furious, as if a bunch of bastards were running past him, but his expression remained calm: "You should have said so earlier, brother."

Then, with a "plop," he jumped into the hot spring in a posture of utter despair, splashing water all over the hot spring man.

This person also had a gentler personality. He walked out of the hot spring without a care, put on a white robe, and stood to one side for a moment, looking like a dashing swordsman or a proud pine tree.

Chen Feng belatedly realized something was wrong. Judging from this person's demeanor, he didn't seem like an ordinary disciple. So he stood up from the spring and found that this guy was actually sitting by a rock.

The other person stared at the cat lying on the ground, a hint of interest in their eyes.

Before Chen Feng could speak, he suddenly spoke, his voice like a clear spring: "I never thought I would see Yin Hu like this again."

Chen Feng blinked, almost blurting out "Holy crap!" He asked, bewildered, "Dude, you know about Yin Hu too?"

He was fine until he opened his mouth, and the man immediately focused his gaze on him, as if he were looking at a rare animal.

"Is the little one surnamed Chen?" To my surprise, the man asked in return.

Chen Feng glanced at the kid and saw that he didn't look very old, yet he was calling him "little kid"?

He paused for a moment, then said, "Yes. My name is Chen Feng."

A hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes: "That name sounds familiar! A little kid once visited my place and mentioned that his apprentice was named Chen Feng. Is that really your master?"

"Holy crap... that old bastard." So all those times he mentioned this spiritual spring to him back then, he was planning to wait for him here?

Chen Feng was startled and immediately became extremely cautious. He said, "Well, I don't know that old man. Whether he owes you money or your granddaughter was harassed by him is none of my business."

"no……"

Chen Feng spoke with absolute certainty, as if he had practiced it countless times: "What did he promise you? Don't believe me if he asks me to pay him back. I have absolutely nothing to do with him!"

Unexpectedly, the man was both amused and exasperated, and simply said, "My name is Zhang Tianheng, you can just call me Master Zhang."

"Oh, never heard of it." Chen Feng smiled, still watching him warily.

Master Zhang stared at him with a serious expression, his eyes full of meaning. He said, "I once made a bet with him. He won, so I should be the one who owes him."

Chen Feng looked incredulous: "You got scammed, didn't you? Brother Zhang, don't take it too seriously. That old man was up to no good; his motto is to scam whoever he can. Don't take his words too seriously."

"Hahaha." Zhang Tianheng was taken aback by these words, then couldn't help but burst into laughter. He sighed, "You really are... interesting!"

Then he added, "However, he did say one thing right: there is still someone in this world who can bring back the Yin Tiger."

In the end, he glanced at Chen Feng, his eyes seeming to hold the weight of millions of years of vicissitudes, accumulated over a long period of time.

Chen Feng felt as if he had been seen through by that gaze when he was stared at.

"Get up," Zhang Tianheng said calmly after a moment's thought.

Chen Feng sent out a bewildered emoji and muttered, "I... I'm only wearing red underwear, no thanks."

Knowing he meant to refuse, Zhang Tianheng still felt uncomfortable. He said, "Fine, I just want to properly fulfill my promise to your master. Your injuries and... this folding knife."

As he was speaking, suddenly, a folding knife flew directly into Chen Feng's hand from the clothes Chen Feng had thrown by the spring.

Chen Feng stared, dumbfounded.

There was only a fleeting fluctuation of spiritual energy, coming from this unassuming fellow in front of him, but he actually felt the spiritual energy around him gathering as he moved.

The mist stretched endlessly, like the spiritual fog of the Kunlun Mountains, or like every inch of air he breathed...

Chen Feng couldn't help but look up at the sky. After a moment, he fell silent, his heart filled with deep awe for the person before him.

"There's a barrier here on the back mountain." The person in front of me created a barrier by gathering all the spiritual mist of Kunlun Mountain. No wonder Kunlun Mountain is always shrouded in spiritual mist... or it's precisely because of his existence.

Chen Feng's intuition was exceptionally sharp. Zhang Tianheng smiled without saying a word, but his eyes showed admiration.

Alright, since this unexpected encounter has come to him, he has no reason to refuse!

A virtuous person has an open and honest heart; even if they are only wearing a pair of red underwear, they can still prove their sincerity in learning.

another day.

"You think I'll just do it because you say so? I won't hold back."

Chen Feng spent several days soaking in hot springs to recover from his injuries, and he found it even easier to gather his own spiritual energy.

The next day, Zhang Tianheng wanted to see his swordsmanship, hence this imposing statement.

but……

Zhang Tianheng leisurely broke off a bamboo stalk from the bamboo grove nearby.

Staring at the piece of wood, Chen Feng let out a deep breath: "You look down on me so much..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he picked up his folding knife and swung it.

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Feng's Heavenly Dao Profound Steps suffered a setback in speed for the first time. He was thrown back like a kite with a broken string, crashing right into the spiritual spring.

Chen Feng looked bewildered.

He was instantly killed!

And they were so decisive and efficient, not giving me any face at all.

He stood up from the spring, wiped his face, and stared at Zhang Tianheng with his mouth agape.

Zhang Tianheng stood with his hands behind his back, and with the other hand he held a bamboo stick, making a picking motion.

“I’ve already thought highly of you,” he said. “It’s just that we’re practicing swordsmanship, not footwork.”

Chen Feng remained silent.

Unconvinced, he challenged Zhang Tianheng to another fight, only to be thrown back again. He remained submerged until he was nearly unable to get out of the water. Only then did Zhang Tianheng approach him: "It seems your folding knife has been wasted on you. Dad, what kind of martial art are you practicing? Let me give you some pointers."

"Damn it! Are you kidding me! If you were going to teach me, why didn't you teach me sooner!" Chen Feng was furious, but he couldn't win the argument.

"Senior brother, excuse me." As the sun set, He Yi passed by the main peak once again and asked a passing senior brother, "Have you seen the young man who came up that day?"

"Oh, Junior Brother He, are you talking about that guy who angered the sect leader to the point of seclusion?" the disciple whispered gossipingly.

He Yi gave an awkward laugh: "It's not that serious..."

The disciple chuckled and said, "Never seen it before."

He Yi remained silent, turned to leave, but the person in front of him leaned closer: "Junior Brother He, my master just told me to tell you that if he sees you, he wants you to go to the main hall. The sect leader has something to discuss with you."

He Yi was completely confused, but nodded and obediently went over.