Chapter 3

"Someone is going to die, the two servants of the Feng family are going to beat the old man Luo to death."

"What are you making a fuss about? Do you want to die? Don't you know who their master is? He is the living King of Hell, Young Master Feng. In Lingzhou City, whoever goes against Young Master Feng is going against their own life."

"Ah! What a sin! The young lady of the Luo family will likely be defiled by that beast tonight, and tomorrow she might be sold to the Apricot Flower Tower." A man clenched his fists tightly, his eyes full of anger.

"Speak softly, if Young Master Feng hears, you'll lose your life."

"Ah! Who made them rich and powerful!" The man sighed, shaking his head, his spine softening again.

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Outside the courtyard of Old Man Luo's house, a large crowd of neighbors gathered. Whether they were burly men, women with headscarves, or even children, they all dared to be angry but not to speak. They could only watch from the low wall, and none of them dared to stand up for Old Man Luo.

In the darkness, someone held a tung oil torch, illuminating the courtyard of the Luo family.

The two servants dragged Old Man Luo to the center of the courtyard, grinning and looking at the surrounding poor people. One of the servants sneered, "Old Man Luo doesn't know his place, daring to offend our young master. Does anyone think this old man deserves to live?"

The crowd of neighbors all lowered their heads, silent.

Although they knew Young Master Feng was committing evil openly, no one dared to stand up.

The other servant laughed, "Ha! In Lingzhou City, our Young Master Feng is the sky. Offending Young Master Feng is like offending the Lord of Heaven, and naturally, he should be beaten to death with sticks."

As he spoke, he picked up a stick as thick as an arm from the ground and pointed it at Old Man Luo's head.

Old Man Luo, emaciated and bony, trembled on the ground, muttering, "Spare Yu'er, spare Yu'er, she is still young, she is still young..."

No one dared to watch this tragic scene, knowing that Old Man Luo would definitely be beaten to death and then thrown to the dogs.

Ah! What a sin!

How can there be a bastard like Young Master Feng in this world!

Everyone cursed in their hearts!

"Tap tap!" But at that moment, footsteps sounded.

Feng Feiyun walked out of the house, took the stick from the servant's hand, and coldly glared at them, saying, "Get out of here."

The two servants, who had been arrogant, obediently retreated to the side without hesitation, wondering, "What's wrong with the young master today? Is he going to be a good person?"

No, that's not his style. Is he going to beat the old man to death himself?

That's not right either. Although Young Master Feng is a lecher, he is very timid in other aspects and would never dare to kill.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Feng Feiyun threw the stick aside, slowly squatted down, and helped the bloodied Old Man Luo up. He touched his nose and pulse, nodded, and said, "Feng Ping, go get Doctor Wang."

"Huh?" The servant seemed not to hear clearly.

"I told you to go get Doctor Wang from Gu Shan Tang. Didn't you hear me?" Feng Feiyun glared at him.

"I heard, I heard..." The servant named Feng Ping said hurriedly and then rushed out of the courtyard to get the doctor.

At that moment, everyone was shocked.

What a strange thing!

The servants of the Feng family injured Old Man Luo, but Young Master Feng actually sent for a doctor to help him.

Everyone considered this a major strange event, like a general doing embroidery, a monk combing his hair, or a eunuch hiring a prostitute—too abnormal!

Doctor Wang was a famous physician at Gu Shan Tang. He was already in bed, about to sleep with his wife, but when he heard that Young Master Feng had called him, he quickly dressed and hurried over.

Wives are like clouds. If he delayed Young Master Feng's affairs, he would lose his head.

After cleaning Old Man Luo's wounds, applying medicine, and bandaging him, Doctor Wang finally breathed a deep sigh of relief.

"Young Master Feng, Old Man Luo is old and will recover slowly. After today, his wounds need to be changed daily, and he should be fine in seven days." Doctor Wang wiped the sweat from his forehead, carefully and cautiously speaking to Feng Feiyun.

This is the living King of Hell in Lingzhou City. Doctor Wang dared not say a single wrong word in front of him.

Feng Feiyun nodded and asked, "How much?"

"I dare not, I dare not, how can I take money from Young Master Feng?" Doctor Wang's legs trembled, almost kneeling down.

Feng Feiyun frowned and ordered, "Feng Ping, give Doctor Wang one hundred silver coins."

"Clunk!"

Doctor Wang immediately knelt down, repeatedly kowtowing to Feng Feiyun, saying, "Young Master Feng, please don't ruin me. If Young Master Feng really wants to give me money, I would rather cut off my hands and never practice medicine again."

Doctor Wang was very scared and warned himself that he must not take Young Master Feng's money. Someone once dared to take Young Master Feng's money for a meal and ended up with a broken home, his wife and three daughters sold to the Apricot Flower Tower.

Offending Young Master Feng means losing your wife and daughters!

He dared not commit such a taboo!

Feng Feiyun sighed inwardly. It seems that his previous body was truly a scoundrel, a demon in the eyes of these people. But when he reviewed the memories in his mind, even he couldn't help but call himself a "scumbag" for the heinous deeds.

"You can go now," Feng Feiyun said.

Doctor Wang felt a great relief, repeatedly thanked him, and crawled out.

Luo Yuer, dressed in simple clothes, secretly watched all this, her big black eyes blinking. What is this evil young master up to? Why is he saving Grandpa?

She doesn't understand, not at all!

As she tilted her head, thinking, Feng Feiyun had already walked up to her, startling her, her heart pounding.

"You, what are you going to do?" Luo Yuer took two timid steps back, leaning against the wall.

Feng Feiyun looked at her carefully, slowly walking up to her, looking at her simple clothes, and imagining the delicate body beneath.

She is indeed a beauty, especially those "little bunnies," so tempting!

Feng Feiyun still felt a bit dizzy thinking about it, it was too dazzling.

"Cough, do I need to take responsibility for you?" Feng Feiyun hesitated for a moment and then said this.

Feng Feiyun wasn't trying to possess her; he just felt he should give her some explanation. After all, girls in the human world are very conservative, and he had already taken everything from her, so he should take responsibility.

Of course, if she refused, Feng Feiyun wouldn't touch her, even a finger. He had his principles.

This might be the biggest difference between the current Feng Feiyun and the previous one.

"No... not necessary."

In the entire Lingzhou City, probably no woman would dare to make Young Master Feng take responsibility.

Even the weak girls who had been defiled by Young Master Feng could only cry, and being sold to the Apricot Flower Tower was already a good outcome. They all avoided him, fearing he would force them again, let alone make him take responsibility.

Luo Yuer gently bit her tender lips, staring at Feng Feiyun, touching the red handprint on her cheek, which still hurt.

This handprint was from Feng Feiyun, and she was still very afraid.

"Does it still hurt?" Feng Feiyun asked softly.

"It hurts!" Luo Yuer didn't dare to look him in the eye. She felt Feng Feiyun had changed, though still hateful, but at least he wasn't rough with her.

"Today's incident... I'm sorry. If you encounter any trouble in the future, you can come to the Feng residence to find me."

After saying this, Feng Feiyun turned and left, the two servants quickly following, like two vicious dogs.

"He... he just left, really let me go."

Luo Yuer's mouth remained open, staring at Feng Feiyun's departing back, feeling very uneasy, pulling at her hair, unable to recover for a long time.

Is Young Master Feng sick?

Her heart couldn't calm down, always feeling that Feng Feiyun would return. She didn't dare to move until half an hour passed, and Young Master Feng didn't return. She then breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ran over to take care of her grandfather.

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It was already night, but Lingzhou City was still bustling with traffic and noise. The ancient streets were full of people and vendors.

The courtesans were dressed in bright colors, standing on the street to attract customers; the towering ancient border people, as tall as three meters, like bulls, pulled a luxurious carriage at a gallop; the apprentice at the weapon shop held a black war sword, shouting loudly.

Feng Feiyun walked quietly on the ancient street, hands behind his back, constantly pondering why he had suddenly come back to life and fused with a human soul.

Could it be the work of the spirit boat traveling through time and space?

It was an ancient green spirit boat, like a ghost ship, carrying the ancient and沧桑 (cang桑, meaning "weathered") aura. Feng Feiyun had only a fleeting glimpse before being struck by the spirit boat and fusing with its soul.

It was the spirit boat that brought his soul here.

Where did the spirit boat go?

Feng Feiyun spread his right hand, and in his palm, there was a faint boat shadow, about an inch long, blurry, almost invisible if not looked at carefully.

It was very mysterious, like a spirit boat tattoo.

"Fused into the body, could this be a legendary holy spirit vessel?"

Even the top eighteen-grade spirit weapons could not be fused into the body, only the legendary holy spirit vessels could achieve this.

In his previous life, Feng Feiyun was the leader of the Phoenix Demon Clan, reaching the ninth level of Feather Transformation, but still one step away from the holy spirit realm, and he had never seen a holy spirit vessel.

In his previous life, Feng Feiyun was already an invincible super-strong person, but when he reached the ninth level of Feather Transformation, he vaguely felt that holy spirits existed in the world, though almost all holy spirit cultivators had withdrawn from the world.

So, although he was called the strongest in the cultivation world, he was only the strongest on the surface. In secret, there were a few ancient-level holy spirits, so powerful that they could kill Feng Feiyun with a finger from a distance of millions of miles.

"If this spirit boat is really a holy spirit vessel, then it confirms that holy spirits truly exist."

At the time, Feng Feiyun was only guessing, but getting this spirit boat made him certain that holy spirits were real.

A holy spirit vessel made Feng Feiyun feel excited, as it might help him understand the holy spirit realm.

Once he transcended the ordinary and became a holy spirit, he could escape the mortal world, with an immortal soul and eternal spirit.

"Thud!"

Feng Feiyun accidentally stepped on a stone, almost falling to the ground.

His current body was too weak, having been drained by excessive indulgence in women, weaker than ordinary people, with no trace of spiritual energy, blocked meridians, loose muscles, and weak bones, making it unsuitable for cultivation, even martial arts.

But for the current Feng Feiyun, this was not a problem.

To rise above the ordinary and become a powerful cultivator, he needed to change his physical constitution first.

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