Chapter 5

This person, Jiang Feng recognized.

He was the second son of the second branch of the Jiang family, Jiang Tengqing's second son, named Jiang Huaixiao.

He had just turned sixteen not long ago and received a second-ringed Mingxin Seed at his coming-of-age ceremony. Although it wasn't of a high level, it was already considered quite good in the current Jiang family.

He had always been dissatisfied with the special treatment the young lady received in the Jiang family. In the past, he had also tried to provoke her, but the young lady had always been cautious and careful, never giving him any opportunities. This was the first time Jiang Huaixiao had come directly to confront her.

Jiang Feng stood up, blocking the young lady, his face darkening, "Second Young Master, be careful with your words!"

Jiang Huaixiao's cold gaze swept over them, "If you dare to do it, I dare not say it? A man and a woman, hiding in the room every day, who knows what you're doing behind closed doors..."

Before he could finish, a yellow light shot out suddenly. Caught off guard, Jiang Huaixiao stumbled backward, jumping out of the door.

The yellow light seemed to have anticipated his reaction, adjusting its position in mid-air and still aiming at him, shooting into his mouth!

"Ouch, phew, phew, phew!"

It was a yellow peachwood brush, the tip soaked in ink, stuffing Jiang Huaixiao's mouth. His mouth was black and his tongue stung from the brush, the pain almost bringing tears to his eyes!

The young lady pushed Jiang Feng aside, stepped forward, and said slowly, "Second Young Master, be careful with your words."

Jiang Huaixiao looked at the two of them standing side by side, a jealous light flashing in his eyes. He mumbled, "You... you scoundrels, take this!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, his arm glowing with a faint yellow light, and punched heavily at Jiang Feng's chest!

Before his fist reached Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng felt a faint heat. The yellow light flowed like water from his arm, gathering at his fist and turning into a red mist. The heat came from this red mist.

This was one of the Jiang family's secret martial techniques—the Blazing Fist. Only the direct descendants of the Jiang family could learn it, but only after fusing with a Mingxin Seed could they display its true power.

Jiang Feng showed no fear. He reached out, grabbed a chair leaning against the wall, and smashed it at Jiang Huaixiao's fist!

The chair shattered upon contact with Jiang Huaixiao's fist, splinters flying in all directions. In the rain of wooden splinters, Jiang Feng advanced without hesitation, his fist colliding head-on with Jiang Huaixiao's!

After a year of practice, his control over his body had reached an extremely high level. His arm muscles bulged and rippled, and a tremendous force burst out, producing a sound like leather being struck.

With a "bang," both of them were thrown backward. Jiang Huaixiao stumbled back a few steps, barely managing to stand, while Jiang Feng, with the wall behind him, bounced off it and steadied himself. A flower pot on the wall fell and shattered on the ground.

Jiang Huaixiao had already fused with a Mingxin Seed and could use Ming power. His Blazing Fist was not only extremely hot but also incredibly powerful.

However, Jiang Feng was prepared. He first used the chair to deflect Jiang Huaixiao's punch, and when they clashed head-on, the wooden board between them blocked the main heat of the Blazing Fist.

The chairs in the young lady's study were all of the highest quality, made of dense and hard wood. Jiang Huaixiao suffered two blows, especially the last one, where countless splinters pierced his fist, causing excruciating pain.

He had never experienced such pain before and immediately clutched his fist, crying out in agony. His two attendants rushed to support him, asking anxiously, "Second Young Master, are you alright?"

Jiang Huaixiao shoved them away, gritting his teeth and glaring at Jiang Feng, "You dare to hurt me?"

Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Huaixiao coldly and said, "You were the one who started it."

"Jiang Feng, step aside."

The young lady's gentle voice came, and Jiang Feng immediately moved to the side, but his body remained in a defensive posture.

The young lady nodded at him, then, without acknowledging Jiang Huaixiao, called out, "Old Lady Yang!"

The old lady who always attended her appeared immediately, bowing and saying, "Young Miss."

"Go ask the patriarch if my place has turned into a market, where people can come and go as they please!"

The old lady immediately agreed and turned to leave.

Jiang Huaixiao's face changed. Jiang Tengqing always held the young lady in high regard, and if this matter reached him, he would not come out well.

He shouted, "Stop!" Then his face turned green and red, changing for a while, before he finally gritted his teeth and turned, "Let's go!"

As he left the courtyard, he threw out four words fiercely, "Take care!"

The courtyard returned to silence, and Jiang Feng asked, "What was that kid here for?"

The young lady frowned and looked at his hand, "Let me see your hand."

Jiang Feng waved it carelessly, "It's fine, no need to look!"

The young lady's voice became unusually stern, "Let me see!"

Jiang Feng rolled his eyes—only in front of the young lady did he act like a fifteen-year-old boy, lifting his fist to her.

The two fists had collided with a wooden board in between, and the damage was mutual. Splinters had pierced Jiang Huaixiao's hand, and Jiang Feng's as well. But just now, his expression showed no sign of pain.

His fist was red, swollen, and broken, with splinters deeply embedded, looking very frightening. The most terrifying part was that his self-healing ability was pushing the splinters deeper, enveloping them inside.

The young lady said, "As expected, this is the most troublesome part of your self-healing ability... come, let me remove the splinters."

Jiang Feng's face turned red instantly, and after a while, he scratched his face and silently said, "Okay."

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The young lady's movements were quick and precise. With a flash of a silver needle, a splinter was removed.

Jiang Feng felt a slight sting, but what he was more aware of was the young lady's warm breath gently brushing against his fist, making his heart beat rapidly.

The young lady's eyelashes were so long... her skin so fine that even the pores were invisible, and he really wanted to touch and feel it...

All sorts of random thoughts flooded his mind. Jiang Feng indulged in his thoughts for a while, then forced himself to stop and looked away.

"Hey?" he called softly, "The little rabbit is awake!"

The little rabbit had been unconscious, and the young lady didn't know why. She had made a nest and placed it aside. Fortunately, over the past few days, although it hadn't recovered, it hadn't worsened either, and it seemed to be out of danger.

Now, the rabbit's long ears moved, and it slowly raised its head, opening its eyes. Its eyes, red like gemstones, looked around in confusion, and its body curled inward.

Jiang Feng watched its movements, feeling that it seemed to be protecting something in its arms.

The young lady said in surprise, "Awake? That's great! I was thinking, since it had no injuries inside or out but remained unconscious, it might have been injured in its spirit. Now that it's awake, it will recover gradually."

Jiang Feng sighed in relief, "That's great!"

The young lady's movements were very efficient, and before long, all the splinters in Jiang Feng's flesh were removed. She lightly brushed her hand, and a white light passed over, healing the remaining wounds completely.

Jiang Feng flexed his fist and chuckled, "Jiang Huaixiao fused with a Mingxin Seed, and I thought he would be powerful, but he's not much."

The young lady's face darkened, and she scolded, "Jiang Feng, you must never think like that! Jiang Huaixiao fused with a second-ringed Mingxin Seed, and in such a short time, he might not even have opened a single acupoint. His strength is the weakest among martial cultivators. Defeating such a weak opponent is nothing to be proud of."

"The true strength of a Mingxin martial artist is beyond your imagination. Your current strength hasn't even begun to take off!"

The young lady had never been so stern before, and Jiang Feng, feeling humiliated, promised repeatedly that he would not be arrogant.

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Time seemed to pass quietly, and a month quickly arrived. On the day of the young lady's sixteenth birthday, she left the courtyard early in the morning.

Her coming-of-age ceremony was held at the main house, and the patriarch would personally take her to the Mingxin Tree for the trial.

Jiang Feng, being from the Southern Jiang, had no right to participate in the ceremony. He arrived at the courtyard early and sat on a stone bench under the tree, waiting for the young lady.

The little rabbit had recovered its spirit, lying on the stone table, its white fur fully grown, looking like a snowball.

Jiang Feng was anxious but tried to remain calm. He teased the rabbit, "What are you holding in your arms? Show me?"

The rabbit, though awake, remained curled up, as if protecting something. The young lady, being such a polite person, would not force the rabbit to show her what it was protecting.

Jiang Feng usually obeyed the young lady, but at this moment, he wanted to ease his anxiety and extended his finger to tease the rabbit's ear, "I just want to see, I won't take it! If it weren't for me, you might have died in the wilderness. Show me as a way to thank me for saving your life!"

The rabbit suddenly raised its ears and looked at him with red eyes.

Jiang Feng asked in surprise, "Can you understand me?"

The rabbit paused, as if thinking, but the result was that it curled up even tighter, as if protecting that thing had become its instinct.

Jiang Feng's joy was short-lived. He tugged at the rabbit's ear, saying unhappily, "Little rascal, playing with me! One night when I'm hungry, I'll eat you for a midnight snack! By the way, the young lady said you're a Luoxiao Rabbit? I'll just call you Midnight Snack!"

He teased the rabbit with his nonsense, and suddenly, a sound came from behind him. Jiang Feng immediately jumped up and turned around.

The courtyard gate opened, and the young lady walked in.

She seemed the same as usual, but there was a subtle change. Her usual gentleness seemed to have become a bit sharper, and her smile was more radiant.

"Miss, you..."

The young lady looked at Jiang Feng and nodded, "Yes, I passed the trial and fused with a Mingxin Seed!"

Jiang Feng was overjoyed, jumping up and asking, "That's great! How many rings?"

The young lady raised her eyebrows, a rare sparkle in her eyes, "Seven rings!"

Jiang Feng was stunned for a moment, then he let out a loud cry of joy.

Seven rings, that was a genuine high-level Mingxin Seed!

Fusing with a seed of this level was like stepping onto a smooth path in martial cultivation, almost guaranteeing that one would become a powerful martial artist!

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Thank you, Zhe Sha, for the support~~ Kisses!

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