47: Chapter 47 The Helplessness of the Aloof Goddess! A Humiliating Compromise…

"Hoo!"

Zhou Liangan leaned back against the seat, his expression relaxed...

The black Rolls-Royce Phantom drove steadily through the night.

Feng Xingxiu sat upright on one side of the seat, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing against the side of his cup, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

He turned his head, his gaze fixed on Feng Kaiyu beside him, "Kaiyu, what exactly is going on? Everything was fine, why are we suddenly leaving overnight?"

Feng Kaiyu was leaning against the seat, watching the neon lights flashing past outside the window. The lights flickered in his eyes, reflecting not a ripple of emotion.

"It's Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing's wish. She called me personally, her tone very urgent, telling us we must leave tonight, not a moment to spare."

Feng Kaiyu paused, relaying the instructions from the phone call word for word, "Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing said that many top powers are now eyeing the Nangong Family like a piece of fat meat, making moves both openly and secretly. There is no need for our Feng Family to join in this chaos. We must withdraw from this troubled place immediately and avoid being dragged into the bottomless murky waters of the Nangong Family, lest we get burned."

"Top powers?" Hearing this, Feng Xingxiu's gaze, which had previously held a hint of confusion, sank instantly, "I knew it, that Liang Zichen really had no good intentions! Back at the Nangong Family, he acted all enthusiastic, insisting on dragging us into the Nangong Family's affairs. I felt something was wrong at the time, and now that I think about it, he clearly had a premeditated plan!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Kaiyu curled his lips into a faint, cold sneer, his expression filled with mockery and disdain, "I'm not surprised at all. That guy, Liang Zichen, has been hypocritical from the start. He looks gentle and approachable, but he's actually full of schemes; he's no good person. If you think about it carefully, you'll understand. If there were really some heaven-sent Opportunity right there without any risk, why would he be so eager to bring our Feng Family along? There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. He clearly wants to use us as a scapegoat. There must be some trickery we don't know about, which is why he wants to drag us into the water to share the risk, or even have us take the fall for him."

Hearing this, Feng Xingxiu was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head to ponder. Feng Kaiyu's words were like a key, instantly waking him up. The details he had previously ignored now surfaced in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.

He raised his head and nodded heavily at Feng Kaiyu, "Kaiyu, you're right. I was too careless before and almost got deceived by that guy's facade. Fortunately, Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing reminded us in time, so we managed to cut our losses."

The next morning.

The first ray of sunlight shone through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows into the detached villa located on the hillside. Golden sunlight fell onto the floor covered in top-tier cashmere carpet, casting a warm glow.

Zhou Liangan sat cross-legged in the center of the large bed in the bedroom, his eyes slightly closed. His body was surrounded by faint fluctuations of Spiritual Qi. The Spiritual Qi that had been circulating through his Meridians was now slowly returning to his Dantian, nourishing his bones and blood.

He slowly opened his eyes, a flash of brilliance passing through his pupils before it quickly faded. He lightly clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within his body, and a satisfied smile curled the corners of his lips.

After yesterday's fierce battle, his cultivation had advanced rapidly, breaking through two Realms in a row. He had now firmly stepped into the ranks of the Bone-Forging Fifth Stage Ancient Martial Artist. Compared to before, his strength had undergone an earth-shaking change. With one punch, the force was enough to shatter stones and crack monuments; ordinary Ancient Martial Artists were simply no match for him.

With a thought, a phantom of the System panel instantly appeared in his mind. His gaze fell on the destiny points column, his eyes filled with joy.

In just one night, his destiny points had surged by two thousand. The value, which was originally just over seven thousand, had now soared to nine thousand three hundred. He was only one step away from the ten-thousand-point mark. Such a growth rate could truly be called Heaven-Defying.

However, joy was joy, but Zhou Liangan still knew his limits. Breaking through two Realms in one night meant that although his strength had increased quickly, his Foundation was inevitably a bit unstable. The most important thing right now was not to continue charging towards a higher Realm, but to calm his heart, stabilize his current Bone-Forging Fifth Stage cultivation, and polish his Meridians and bones to be more solid.

Once his Foundation was solid, it would not be too late to consider further Breakthroughs. He understood the principle that sharpening the axe would not delay the job of cutting wood.

His finger tapped lightly on the System panel, switching directly to the target character interface, his gaze landing precisely on the information column for Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing.

When he saw that string of numbers, even though he had been mentally prepared, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, his face full of astonishment.

[Target: Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing]

[destiny points: 9000]

[Status: Not Conquered]

[Favorability: -25]

Nine thousand destiny points!

This number was terrifying to the extreme. Zhou Liangan calculated quickly in his mind. Yesterday, he had squeezed quite a few destiny points from Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing. Coupled with the portion she had lost due to the change in her situation, that was what caused her destiny points to drop to nine thousand. Calculating it this way, didn't Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing's original destiny points easily exceed ten thousand?

Thinking of this, the corners of Zhou Liangan's mouth slowly curled into a playful smile, his eyes filled with a greedy determination to win. More than ten thousand destiny points—this was simply a mobile treasure trove of destiny points.

It seemed this woman must be kept by his side, to be slowly polished, squeezing the destiny points from her little by little until this treasure trove was completely emptied.

Zhou Liangan got up from the bed, wearing only a black silk bathrobe. He walked steadily toward the depths of the villa, passing through the luxurious living room and a long corridor, finally stopping in front of a heavy alloy door.

This door was custom-made by someone Zhou Liangan had hired; it was incredibly sturdy.

Behind the door was the interrogation room Zhou Liangan had specially prepared for Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing.

He raised his hand and pressed the combination lock by the door. Accompanied by two soft "beep" sounds, the heavy alloy door slowly opened to both sides, and a cold breath rushed toward him.

The light in the interrogation room was somewhat dim, with only a pale pendant lamp overhead, illuminating the entire room completely. The room contained quite a few specially made torture devices, and a faint smell of blood still lingered in the air, exuding a chilling coldness.

In the center of the room, on a specially made alloy chair, was tied a woman with a graceful figure—Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing.

Her originally proud, plump, and sexy body was now tightly bound to the chair by similarly special alloy ropes. Her wrists, ankles, and even her waist were tightly constricted, leaving her not even a sliver of room to move.

The ropes were deeply embedded into Martial Aunt Feng Nanqing's delicate skin, leaving behind striking red marks that made her snowy white, delicate skin appear even more dazzling. Despite being in such a wretched situation, she exuded a heart-stopping, sorrowful beauty that made one unable to help but feel pity...