213: Desperate Yang Lingchen

"Sister Xueqing, you're back?"

When Chen Zixuan hurried into Feng Xueqing's courtyard, he immediately noticed Yang Lingchen.

"Stinky brat, it's you again!"

The moment he saw Yang Lingchen, Chen Zixuan recognized him instantly.

At this moment, a fierce killing intent flashed in his eyes, his gaze seemingly able to pierce through people, as he coldly stared at Yang Lingchen.

"It's me!"

Yang Lingchen met his gaze without fear, his eyes firm and stubborn.

Although he was still no match for the other party, Yang Lingchen believed that one day, he would be able to fiercely trample the other party's arrogant head under his feet.

"How dare you try to steal This Young Master's woman? You're courting death."

A cold light flickered wildly in Chen Zixuan's eyes, and he instantly struck out with a Palm Force.

This Palm Force carried an extremely terrifying might, even stirring the surrounding air, bringing with it a violent surge of Qi, like raging waves, sweeping towards Yang Lingchen.

"Chen Zixuan, stop it!"

Feng Xueqing suddenly released a top-tier defensive Emperor artifact, its dazzling light blocking in front of Yang Lingchen.

"Rumble...!"

A violent tremor spread, like a clap of thunder, and Yang Lingchen was also sent stumbling back several steps by an invisible, powerful surge of Qi. Fortunately, he was not injured.

Seeing Yang Lingchen forced back, Feng Xueqing instantly erupted in fury, her anger burning, and she directly swung her sword, attacking Chen Zixuan with fierce and resolute sword intent.

"Stop!"

Just then, several terrifying figures suddenly appeared on the scene, and the one who spoke was Feng Juntao.

"Father, move aside, I'm going to kill him."

Feng Xueqing held her sword, coldly staring at Chen Zixuan, her eyes filled with killing intent.

"Nonsense, what exactly happened?"

Feng Juntao bellowed, his voice like a great bell, then turned to the newly arrived Granny Yu and asked, "Granny Yu, do you know what's going on?"

"Clan Chief, it's like this..."

Then Granny Yu recounted everything about Yang Lingchen and Feng Xueqing in detail.

"You're the boy Xueqing met in the Small World?"

Feng Juntao's eyes held a deep contempt as he coldly stared at Yang Lingchen, as if scrutinizing an insignificant ant.

Although Feng Juntao had known that his daughter had had a relationship in the Lower Realm, fortunately, his daughter's virginity was still intact, so he hadn't taken the matter to heart.

In Feng Juntao's opinion, given enough time, his daughter would naturally forget that immature relationship from the past.

He just hadn't expected this boy to actually find his way to Tianfeng World.

"Junior Yang Lingchen greets Uncle Feng."

Yang Lingchen cupped his fists and bowed. He could tell that Feng Juntao clearly looked down on him, but he still suppressed the anger in his heart and endured it.

"You want to marry This Seat's daughter?"

Feng Juntao's eyes held a scrutinizing gaze, as if wanting to see through Yang Lingchen's inner thoughts.

"Please, Uncle Feng, grant us your blessing." Yang Lingchen said respectfully, his tone sincere and firm.

"With just your Divine Void Realm first-level cultivation level?"

Feng Juntao sneered, his laughter full of mockery, then continued, "If Xueqing hadn't brought you in, with your strength, you wouldn't even be qualified to be the lowest-ranking servant in my Phoenix Clan."

"Uncle Feng, although my cultivation level is very low now, if you give me three years, I will definitely meet your requirements." Yang Lingchen said in a deep voice, full of confidence.

"To marry my daughter, Feng Juntao, your cultivation level must at least reach the Great Emperor Realm. Do you think you can do it?"

Feng Juntao looked at Yang Lingchen with disdain, his gaze as if he were watching a clown dreaming foolish dreams.

"Father, I believe Yang Lingchen can do it. In the future, he will definitely become the most powerful man in Tianfeng World. Anyway, in this life, besides him, I won't marry anyone else!"

Feng Xueqing's tone was incredibly firm, her words resounding clearly.

"Presumptuous! As a child of the Phoenix Clan, how can you decide your own marriage?" Feng Juntao shouted angrily, his face as dark as water.

"Stinky brat, you want to marry our Phoenix Clan's Little Princess? You must be dreaming!" an old man in a gray robe spoke, his face full of disdain.

"Grand Elder, who This Young Lady marries is none of your business to criticize." Feng Xueqing glared at the gray-robed old man, her eyes full of disgust.

"Within three years, Junior will definitely become a Great Emperor. I hope Uncle Feng can give me three years."

Although Yang Lingchen was very suppressed internally at this moment, for Feng Xueqing's sake, he still suppressed the anger in his heart and tried to remain calm.

"Father, please, give Yang Lingchen a chance, okay?"

Feng Xueqing's beautiful eyes gradually moistened, tears welling up, making her look heartbroken.

Seeing his daughter's sorrowful appearance, Feng Juntao's heart softened, and he said coldly, "Stinky brat, don't say This Seat isn't giving you a chance. Three years, I'll give you three years. Three years from today, if your cultivation level doesn't reach the Great Emperor Realm, then Xueqing will marry Chen Zixuan."

"Clan Chief Feng, it's a deal!"

Yang Lingchen's tone was icy cold. This time, he no longer called the other party Uncle Feng, his eyes filled with determination.

Feng Juntao said coldly, "Granny Yu, send him away!"

"Yes, Clan Chief." Granny Yu said, with a hint of helplessness in her voice.

"Stinky brat, if your cultivation level doesn't reach the Great Emperor Realm within three years, don't let This Seat see you again."

Feng Juntao coldly glanced at Yang Lingchen, his gaze seemingly warning him.

"Xueqing, please believe me, it won't take three years, I will openly take you away."

Yang Lingchen ignored Feng Juntao and looked at Feng Xueqing affectionately, his eyes full of tenderness and determination.

"I believe you. No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you." Feng Xueqing directly threw herself into Yang Lingchen's arms, embracing him tightly.

"I'm leaving, take care of yourself."

Yang Lingchen lightly kissed Feng Xueqing's forehead, then, without looking back, followed Granny Yu and left Feng Xueqing's courtyard.

The moment Yang Lingchen left, Feng Xueqing seemed to lose her soul and fainted on the spot.

However, no one noticed that Chen Zixuan quietly left the scene at this moment.

Arriving once again before the Phoenix Clan's Mountain Gate, Yang Lingchen's thoughts were in turmoil. Just a moment ago, he had entered this Intermediate force full of hope.

Yet, less than two hours later, he was ruthlessly swept out, without even a chance to obtain the shaping grass.

"Yang Lingchen, This Old Woman will see you off here. I hope you Cultivate well and don't forget that someone is waiting for you here." Granny Yu said, with a hint of concern in her voice.

"Thank you, Granny Yu. In three years at most, Junior will definitely take her away. Farewell."

Yang Lingchen cupped his fists and bowed, then used his Movement Technique, flying towards the distance, his figure like a streak of light.

He flew for a day in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Yang Lingchen took out the map Zhou Yunxi had given him and began to study it carefully.

Just then, a figure with a sharp Aura suddenly appeared not far from Yang Lingchen. It was Chen Zixuan.

"Chen Zixuan!" Yang Lingchen frowned, his eyes full of vigilance.

Chen Zixuan's lips curled into a brutal, cold smile, and he said, "Stinky brat, how dare you try to steal This Young Master's woman? Today, I'll make you vanish into thin air!"

After Chen Zixuan finished speaking, he struck out with his right hand, a formless airflow emanating from his palm, as if to tear the air apart. In an instant, this Palm Force slammed into Yang Lingchen, as fast as lightning.

"Bang...!"

In the nick of time, Yang Lingchen shifted his body slightly, narrowly dodging the fatal blow.

But even so, Yang Lingchen was still blasted by the powerful energy overflowing from the Palm Force, losing his Combat Power and swaying precariously.

"You have some skill, but unfortunately, you're still going to die."

A fierce light flickered in Chen Zixuan's eyes as he unleashed another Palm Force. This palm carried a violent Protective Aura, whistling towards Yang Lingchen, its Aura seemingly capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Looking at the Protective Aura unleashed by Chen Zixuan, a hint of despair flashed in Yang Lingchen's eyes.

Just then, a Black-Clothed Masked Man suddenly appeared in front of Yang Lingchen.

With a casual wave, she easily blocked Chen Zixuan's attack, then grabbed Yang Lingchen and instantly vanished from the spot, like a ghost.

Looking at the disappearing Black-Clothed Masked Man and Yang Lingchen, Chen Zixuan's face turned incredibly ugly, like a pig's liver.