Chapter 4

"Of course I'm serious." The middle-aged man clearly did not expect Yi Feng to say this. He looked at Yi Feng and laughed.

Yi Feng said resolutely, "As a man, I naturally have to protect my home and country. The rise of the empire is my ideal. If the empire wants me to live, I will live; if the empire wants me to sacrifice, I will do so without hesitation. My ideal exists only for the people and the empire. The empire is my blood, my greatest love, and my everything..."

Yi Liu listened to Yi Feng's endless, grandiose words, and his face turned slightly red. Looking at his brother who was spouting nonsense, he couldn't help but feel disdain: Oh my, how could I have such a shameless brother? He doesn't even blush, and I'm blushing for him. Talking about protecting the country and the empire, I guarantee that if the empire is in trouble, you'll run faster than anyone else.

Everyone in the room sighed in unison: To have such a thick skin is a kind of realm.

"Alright, alright. Nephew, I know your loyalty to the empire and the grandeur of your ideals. You can stop now." The middle-aged man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling nauseated by Yi Feng's shameless rhetoric.

Fake, too fake. No matter how I look at you, you seem like a slick talker. If you were really that great, there would be no justice in the world.

Everyone's faces also turned slightly red. Although they were often hypocritical, they had never been hypocritical to this extent. They all sighed inwardly: Truly shameless. We still need to practice more.

Yi's mother chuckled and then smiled at Yi Feng, "Alright, Feng, tell me what your fake ideal is."

Yi Feng smiled slightly, "I don't seek to shock the world with my charm, but to move the world with my baseness. Luxurious indulgence is my pursuit, and debauchery is my dream. Yes, I am the legendary wastrel, the prodigal son."

"Ha ha..." Another round of laughter followed.

Amazing, too damn amazing. Yi Liu couldn't help but sigh after hearing Yi Feng's words. Anyone with a clear mind would know that these words were his true ideals. This ideal is the epitome of decadence. For this boy to dare to say it in front of his father and so many people, it's simply incredible.

Yi Feng looked at the stunned crowd, a slight smile playing on his lips: Yes, this is my ideal, even though these words are all negative. But Yi Feng believed that all men aspire to it.

Luxurious indulgence and debauchery are terms that the poor attribute to the rich, or the weak to the strong. To live such a life, you must be stronger and richer than others. Otherwise, you won't have the means to live such a life. Another meaning is that to be thoroughly decadent, you must be extremely powerful. Luxurious indulgence and debauchery can only be achieved with sufficient power and wealth.

Qin Yi was stunned, her face a mix of shock and beauty. This extreme decadence made her heart heavy. The reason for Yi Feng's decadent ideals was again attributed to herself. After all, it was she who had severed Yi Feng's meridians.

The middle-aged man and the others were also stunned. He hadn't expected anyone to dare to speak such ideals, defying the world. Wasn't Yi Feng afraid of the moralists criticizing him?

But when they thought about Yi Feng being a cripple with severed meridians, they understood. A cripple, even if despised by the world, wouldn't be worth the time to criticize. No wonder this boy was so shameless.

"Indeed, you are like mud that can't be plastered on a wall. A cripple can only have such decadent ideals." Albert, of course, wouldn't miss this opportunity to belittle Yi Feng. He mocked without any pretense.

Yi Feng glanced at Albert with a playful look and then teased, "Are you so sure I'm a cripple? Haven't you heard that even a dead fish can turn over?"

Albert snorted, "Even if I were ignorant, I would know that a person with severed meridians cannot become a warrior. If you're not a warrior, what are you if not a cripple? Could you be as talented as Xiao Gong?"

"Ha ha..." Yi Feng laughed, not bothering to explain to someone who was about to die. There was nothing worth arguing about.

"Sir Albert, please watch your words!" Yi Liu snorted, not allowing anyone to insult his brother.

Albert, who had been coldly treated by the two young men, felt his anger rise. He sneered, "Do you think he's not a cripple?"

Yi Liu snorted, "At least I don't think he can use a low-rank Sun-level technique..."

"Big brother!" Yi Feng quickly interrupted when he saw Yi Liu about to use a low-rank Sun-level technique to prove his point. Some things couldn't be known by outsiders, "Don't say anything more. There's nothing to show off. I just found a book that caught my eye among a pile of garbage. Don't say anything more, I don't want people chasing me for garbage every day."

Yi Liu's face twitched: A pile of garbage?! A low-rank Sun-level technique, and you call it garbage, and even use a pile to describe it. Are you trying to make me die? Little brother, what did you do in the past five years?!

"You're ruthless..."

Yi Liu took a deep breath, his lips twitching slightly, leaving the others puzzled.

The middle-aged man seemed to enjoy the conflict. Seeing that the two brothers weren't going to argue with Albert, he stepped in with a fake smile, "Ha ha, Sir Albert, young people are ignorant, so don't take them seriously. Of course, I believe that even if Nephew Yi Feng can't become a spirit practitioner, he will still be a talent."

Albert, who had hoped to use the name of Yi Kai's crippled youngest son to embarrass Yi Kai, was now frustrated. He had been repeatedly humiliated by Yi Feng.

But just as Albert was about to say something, Yi Feng interrupted him, "Hey, Sir Albert, what's on your shoulder? Come, come, come. Let me brush it off for you."

Without waiting for the others' surprise, Yi Feng quickly took a few steps and lightly patted Albert's shoulder twice, then returned to his seat.

Qin Yi and Yi Liu exchanged puzzled looks, unsure of Yi Feng's intentions. They didn't think Yi Feng was really being kind enough to brush off the dust for him; this boy held grudges.

But why did he do this?

After Yi Feng's two pats, Albert felt a sudden unease, but when he looked at his shoulder, he laughed at himself, feeling anxious over being brushed by a cripple.

"Ah..."

Just as Albert was mocking himself for his anxiety, a terrible scream suddenly echoed in the front hall, drawing everyone's attention to the source of the sound.